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.
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robowest2017-01-21 12:00 pm
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[CAN'T DENY THAT.]
Would you--tell me something nice? That is--about your home, or... or something you love?
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In my house, we had these huge dogwood trees out back. I don't know if you've ever seen one while they're in bloom, but they're pretty great. They have these really bright pink blossoms growing everywhere. One summer, when I must have been... God, I couldn't have been older than six or seven, my dad put this swing on one of the branches for me.
[Despite the fact that none of this happened, her voice doesn't betray any uncertainty. She makes up details as she goes.]
During the summer, my mom would sit on the bench we put next to the garden, with a book or a glass of iced tea or something. My dad would throw the frisbee for the dog, and I'd climb the tree or play on the swing. We were all there just there, together... It was really peaceful.
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Ah...]
How wonderful. Did you spend much time with your family there?
[There might be a bit of wistfulness to her tone there--but it really is just like her to long for something that doesn't even exist.]