[ 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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[dmails]

Not enough. Right now, it's all just notes. [He pinches the bridge of his nose.] Things like how we all woke up, suspicious things he's said, the way this place all seems staged. Reasons we might have been chosen, or if we were chosen at random - I can't tell.

We're dealing with something way over our head here, but-- [A wry, sad laugh.] I've done that before.

[thatsthespirit]

I believe in us. We can figure it out, no matter how far over our head it is.

[dmails]

Tuesday, we start. Today, let me know if you have questions for me. [Okabe proposes a high-five.]

[Don't leave him hanging.]

[thatsthespirit]

. . .

[leaves him hanging by staring at his hand, unsure of what she's supposed to do next]

[dmails]

...

[ok :( JUST MOVES TO GET CEREAL AND LEAVE.]

[thatsthespirit]

[I'M SO SORRY OKABE]

Ah-- wait!

What was that?

[dmails]

A high-five. --Wait, you don't know the sacred ritual of a high-five?!

[thatsthespirit]

What is. . . "the sacred ritual of the high-five?"

[dmails]

Hold your hand up right here-- [He demonstrates.]

[thatsthespirit]

[holds up her hand like ????? ?????]

[dmails]

Then, as a sign of strength and camaraderie, we hit our hands together. Not hard, but put some elbow into it. One, two, three-- [HE'S GOING FOR IT ON THREE]

[thatsthespirit]

[she goes for it on three too with a LOT OF ENTHUSIASM sorry if that hurts your hand a bit, Okabe]

That was fun!