[ WEEK ONE – TRIAL ]

[sheriffexe]

TRIAL

In the morning, the town comes back to life. Birds crow overhead, a snake nearby hisses, a lingering coyote dips behind a shop before disappearing into the wild. It's a frightening contrast to the stillness of yesterday but it doesn't mean it's over yet. After all, today is the trial. The Sheriff stands on the porch of the Town Hall and brings his hand up to his mouth to let out a whistle. He'll thumb back to the Hall behind him and very clearly state -- "Trial time, folks. Get in here and figure out who did it." And then he'll turn to leave before pausing and adding on, "Bring a snack or somethin' too. The Town Hall is set up more like a court house, a Judge's bench at the front but instead of at center, it's off to the side as if more for observation than participation. There's a table at the front of the room already holding a small box and a pad of papers and pen, for voting apparently. A side room containing only a metal gurney is next and today it's obvious why there's a gurney there at all with the corpse, resting right on top of it. Aside from that, there are rows for everyone to take a seat and it's only after everyone is inside and settled, that the doors close and the Sheriff speaks. "Well, have at it. You've got till nine." And then, he points to a clock on the wall that reads 12:00. Good luck. Welcome to the trial post! Characters are free to discuss everything related to the trial here. They won't be let out of the room until 9PM when voting ends. Every character must vote and the voting post can be found here. If there are any questions, please shoot a message to this journal or to robowest.

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[sating]

Of course. If we must participate in this— [ He pauses as if choosing his words, but continues after only a moment ] -This strange set of circumstances, we do not need to lose our dignity in the face of it. There may be little we can do, but we can at least do what we must with grace, I would hope.

[ceded]

[ For whatever it's worth, his words seem to do a little something to calm her down. Xion takes a few breaths and nods. She can't bring herself to smile, right now, but her expression gentles a little. ]

You're right. We'll ... do the best we can, for her, and for ourselves. [ She lifts a hand and gently touches the back of the one he's got on her shoulder, a quiet physical gesture of her gratitude. ]

[sating]

[ The touch of her hand makes Hannibal smile, and he gives her shoulder a gentle, encouraging squeeze before he pulls his hand away. He won't linger too long with physical gestures, but he does seem glad that his words have helped. ]

For now, it's all we can do. Until we find another path, we don't need to fall into the trap of being blindly obedient.