[ 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

[ceded]

[ Sorry, Harry. She looks uncertain for a moment, but once it's clear he's not going to press her on how she came by her knowledge, she relaxes slightly. ]

I'm not sure. I guess there must, be, but I didn't learn anything about that. But ... maybe it's possible that whoever is leading the bandits is like, a mastermind of this whole thing.

[expelliarmed]

Quite possibly. [ IF they were the assigned leader and didn't want the role, maybe they would give themselves up. But if that were the case and it was the same person every week, wouldn't they have done so by now? ]

Do you think they're the ones who pick the bandits each week? Or do those come directly from the sheriff?

[ ...They just can't trust anyone. ]

[ceded]

[ Xion lifts a hand, pressing two fingers to her cheek and letting her other curled fingers press against her mouth. ]

If I had to guess, I'd say it comes from the Sheriff. He's in charge of running the game, right? But I don't know for sure. I'm sorry, Harry. I wish I knew more.

[expelliarmed]

Or maybe he just relays the leader's picks. [ His mouth thins. ] You're doing great, Xion. I'll ask him about this one.

[ let the poor child rest ]