[ WEEK THREE – 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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Comments

[impulsiveness]

So we're both Nancy Drew types. That could imply a whole other reason for keeping us outside after curfew.

[hydrokinetics]

Could be they wanted you out of the way. [And he sits up, suddenly a little more riled up.] Annabeth is the smartest person I know and also one of the best fighters I know. Locking her in a position that she couldn't get out of would be the only way she'd never be able to defend herself and take somebody else out.

[impulsiveness]

Then they're playing dirty, and we might be looking for someone who's on the physically weaker side. Not strong enough to take out a pair of teenagers without some extra help.

[hydrokinetics]

[...] It would explain the fire. [He's keeping this to himself, mostly talking only so Jason can hear him but he's logically thinking this through.] Because of who Annabeth is she's pretty capable with just about any weapon possible. And hand to hand. She's judoflipped me before, and I'm her boyfriend.

Locking her in a stock and attacking her with a "weapon" she can't hold would make sense.

And you were spared by our murderers but that doesn't change that someone probably viewed you as a threat.