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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robowest2017-01-28 12:00 pm
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I can... I was sure I could handle myself, you know. I don't like being coddled. Honestly I just wanted to grab tea, and murders shouldn't happen in the hotel.
[ Headtilt. ]
...I thought it would be okay.
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[He cradles his forehead in his fingertips.] Dude, just tell me you didn't stab the old man.
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[ Rubs his own non-injured temple. ]
...I didn't stab him.
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[Very sad.]
[Okabe's been there, but now's not the time for emotions; now is the time for action. It does show, though, in the flash of pain over his face.]
Alright. [He'll even try to believe him!] If your weapon was stolen, it's possible someone used it to frame you. The question is: who?
... Furthermore, could it have been the old man himself?
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I wouldn't know who would try to take. I thought it was the old man... but I suppose that's not the case. That's why I followed him, though.
[ He does appreciate the sympathy though. ]
If you're curious, the sword shares its name with me. We're both Higekiri. A treasure of the Genji family... I think it's called Onikirimaru nowadays.
[ Under his breath, "Just stick with one name, I can't remember all of these for myself." ]