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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[ also
losing it ]
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Xion--
[SHE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO REACT TO THAT]
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[ Her voice shreds into tears, cracking horribly. She's not ... it's not like she wants to be accused. It's just bothered her the whole trial that everyone is so ready to accuse Tarvek but excuse her, for ... what? They share the exact same possible culpability.
Tarvek's just not the one who lost a friend. ]
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[and wasn't it partially her fault they spent most of the trial talking about a theory that was patently false?]
[there's silence for a few more moments, Milla's eyes wide, and her expression uncharacteristically vulnerable]
[and when she speaks, it's. . . quiet]
. . . I'm sorry.
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[Xion, that is.]
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We're the same. If Tarvek is guilty then so am I. If you vote for him, you have to vote for both of us. It'd be the only thing that makes sense.
[ She's just ... so tired. ]
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You don't need to tell me that. I don't plan on voting for him, to begin with.
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She does.
[quiet. uncharacteristically uncertain. staring at Xion, not looking away]