[ WEEK FOUR – 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

[insincerely]

Well, so far, we've had Jason, Annabeth, and me. What do we all have in common?

... Then again, your arm...

[robitussin]

I get what you're going for, but I think Annabeth would still be a stretch by those conditions. Also, the mines were last week, and I haven't done anything big since then.

[impulsiveness]

[Sliding in with:]

What about being teenagers? No adults in the stocks so far.

[hydrokinetics]

[And because it was relevant later, when he realized who was in the stocks:]

Someone asked me if Annabeth mentioned anybody or seemed to annoy anyone while she was alive. And the only people I thought of that she told me she spoke to were you and Shinnosuke.

[impulsiveness]

And the mystery thickens.
Watch our, Mr. Jackson, or you might be paying the stocks a visit next week.

[Him or Natalie, maybe.]

[hydrokinetics]

[A snort.]

It's entirely possible that they're targeting teenagers though, and not only that but teenagers that have started speaking to each other frequently enough. That means...[Nothing. But.] What do you think our chances are of them shoving an adult in the stocks this week and leaving us alone?

[robitussin]

I've been assuming that's because most of the teenagers have been making horrible decisions, except Annabeth.

[herself included, she can accept this]

[insincerely]

Just saying that you share our sense of humour.

... But honestly, I have no idea who's putting people in the stocks, so I can't say for sure that they're not just pulling names at random out of a hat.

[robitussin]

You think it's a coincidence that you got put in the same week you were blinded?

[insincerely]

We can ask Mr. Sheriff when that role has to pick the person. If it's before Monday, then that would be a yes.

[robitussin]

Are we sure it's a role that's picking, and not the Sheriff himself?

[insincerely]

He's confirmed that the stocks and the items we've found are from roles, so yeah.

[robitussin]

Huh. Weird.

Maybe they just share his fucked up sense of humor, then.