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.
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robowest2017-02-04 12:00 pm
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[ She abruptly shuts up, hunching her shoulders. She's visibly upset, and also visibly struggling to contain the feeling. ]
I don't tell just anyone, [ Xion whispers, wounded. Her frown is small and severe. ] It's ... it's hard. But you still should have asked me if it was something you really wanted to know, instead of going behind my back.
[ ... ]
Fine. Let's go back to the trial. But we still need to talk.
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[To his credit he does look sorry. Maybe talking to her directly would have been better, not that he'd have told her how he obtained the information, though]
I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry.
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[ Said softly, and very sincerely. After that, she'll leave him alone and make her way back over to Percy. ]
technically not here
well.]