[ 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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30 minute warning

[impulsiveness]

[GUESS WHO LOOK LIKE HE'S JUST ABOUT READY TO DIE^TM??? IT'S JASON. IT'S ALWAYS JASON.]

... Guys, we have 30 minutes left until we have to vote. We're not any closer to finding any of our killers than we were at noon.

[insincerely]

Yeah, let's not have a repeat of what happened to Sakyou, can we? That's a waste of a perfectly good bag.

[...]

Also, we're fucked.

[impulsiveness]

We're going to end up voting for someone innocent. Bet the assholes running this show are going to get a laugh out of that.

[ha ahahshhfsdhahahahahahaahahahHAHA]

[elemancy]

....We're screwed, aren't we.

[impulsiveness]

We are. Unless we get an early Christmas miracle, we don't have anything to go off.

[feminitis]

[looks away from all the abs]

...oh crap, you're right!

[impulsiveness]

What the hell are we supposed to do now?

[thatsthespirit]

[uuuuuugh. . . another innocent person is going to die this week, aren't they]

. . . has anyone made up their mind on who they're going to vote for?

[impulsiveness]

I don't know. How could we make up our minds like this?

[hitsitoff]

[Eliot's pissed, but with no real target to be pissed at, it's now more of a... frustrated tiredness. He just stands there, arms crossed.]

...No. [He sighs.] Can't say I have.

[dubiousalignment]

I have no clue who to vote for!

[And he's clearly frustrated about it]

[flippity]

[ she just casts a rather alarmed glance over at percy because that poor boy must be having the worst time of his life right now and this is not any better ]

[impulsiveness]

[hahahahahah

same, papika.

same.

fucking yikes............]

[hydrokinetics]

[Yeah he's. Not even looking at anyone and has his head in his hands and ahaha everything's totally fine! This is fine!

...he failed her. And that is the worst possible thing he ever could have done to her.]

[ceded]

[ She's just quiet, her chin down, glued to Percy's side and robbed of all her words.

They've failed.

Riku... ]

[impulsiveness]

[He's sorry he can't do anything to comfort her right now.

They failed, and it's certainly not Xion and Percy's fault.]

[hydrokinetics]

[...well. One hand stays covering his eyes but the other's coming up to rest on Xion's head.

They tried. And it still wasn't enough. What a shit-awful feeling that is.]

[hydrokinetics]

We still haven't figured out why. [To his credit he's recovered from briefly falling apart, but his head is in his hands and Mrs. O'Leary's in his lap.]

If it's a Bandit kill, there's something there. Some form of desperation that someone took. [A pause as he recalls something.] The threat of a loved one or something. That might be something to consider? [Gods someone please help these fucking idiots.]

[insincerely]

It also could've been as simple as not wanting to die. Bandits die if they don't kill or act as a scapegoat, right?

[impulsiveness]

Didn't someone say something like that last week? About murdering for love.

[He's trying to remember, but. Trying to stay calm right now is hard.]

That description could fit so many of us, though. We all have someone we love, don't we? A parent, a sibling, a child... Any of those could be enough to get a person to do anything they're asked.

[moraled]

[PINCHING THE BRIDGE OF HIS NOSE HERE...]

... We cannot afford to go in circles or tarry any longer. Right now, it appears as though the only leads we have are related to alibis or the lack thereof, possible injuries via the strip search, or gun marksmanship.

Is there aught else we have yet to consider? Has any of these options turned up anything remotely plausible?

[a_sin_for_him]

As we are nearing the deadline, I will share my own thoughts. Nisha Kadam has been very vocal about her gun skills, her killing abilities, being able to put a bullet between someone's eyes, and has no alibi. I know that only covers one murder, and isn't hard evidence, but it has been on my mind these last hours.

I can't think of anyone else who seems as suspect. At least for the shooting.

[generously]

The strip search got no results either?

[dmails]

Shit. [This is so messed up, all of it.]

[Okabe stands, forehead in his hand, still except for his shaking.]

We shouldn't have to do this at all. We shouldn't have to vote for anyone at all. But... We have to live and find a way out.

[glaring]

[ Welp. ]

We got lucky, last week.