[ 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

[sating]

[ As soon as she finishes speaking and relaying her information, Hannibal will definitely approach her to place a hand on her shoulder and give it a comforting squeeze. She's having a rough weekend, and the gesture is only meant to convey that he's here for her. ]

I had not heard about the camera.

[ He pauses, considers his words, then adds gently: ]

For what it is worth, I'm glad that you are safe, Xion. And I am sorry about your friend.

[ceded]

[ There's a flicker of something there, when Hannibal places a hand on her shoulder. Something, some brief flash of grief or awful pain. But it's gone quickly, leaving her face just as blank as before. ]

I'll be okay.

[ will she?

she lowers her chin. ]

I'll see Riku again someday.

[sating]

[ For a moment, he's tempted to draw her into a hug, but he refrains. She's doing her best to be strong today and to find the person that had done this. That much is obvious to him. And it's important, he thinks. Her emotion will come like a raging river, and for now, it can be dammed. When it breaks, he hopes he can be there to help.

He gives another squeeze of her shoulder, then draws his hand away. ]

Until then, I hope we can find the one that did this. For his sake. And for yours.

[ And the other dead people, but. He's comforting Xion right now. He can give Percy verbal hugs too later?? ]