
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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[ People probably won't do what he did. He's kind of accepted that in the moment of wanting to be pragmatic about what could be gained from it... that he's pretty crazy. ]
The woman with pink hair called me selfish. It's... ironic, but also true. I did want that reward quite badly. When you've lived for so long, little things don't matter, but a few things really, really matter.
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[...]
Something about your brother, I heard?
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[ A pause.]
Do you have any siblings, Shinnosuke?
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... Well, Higekiri's about to die, so he supposes that warrants some niceness—or honesty, in this case. And thus, with an uncharacteristic sort of quietness:]
Yes. A little sister.
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I hope you can get out to see her.
[ No assumption if he's a good big brother or not... He'll default to thinking "yes" whether Shinnosuke likes it or not. ]
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[He doesn't mention that his sister's been lost to him for a very long time, but... he won't give up on that hope.]
If you're lucky, whoever "wins" this game will have everyone revived and you'll get to see your brother again. [...] Of course, though, it would be foolish to expect too much.
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[ He won't give up hope, either. He doesn't even mind that it was given to him in a backwards way "don't have too much of it because this game is shit". Being a bit foolish as your life ticks away can be excused. ]
My brother has a friend who loves him very much. He'll be fine. My reward was for them both.