[ 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

[feminitis]

...I'm capable of this, Mister Jason. It wouldn't... be the first time I've had to kill somebody that I respected.

[impulsiveness]

Doesn't matter. I'm not letting you kill someone here.

[Regardless of what she says, the emotional strain is hard to miss.]

[feminitis]

[well

i hope you enjoy crying crossdressers, jason, because that's what you're stuck with now, and she's crying too hard to even argue with him]

[impulsiveness]

[........... can he hug her. because that's what he's going to want to do.

if not, a hand on her shoulder works, too. gosh dang it sei????]

[feminitis]

[She won't stop him from hugging her, but she will cry all over his shirt.

Sorry Jason.]

[impulsiveness]

[That is fine. Get ready to be held until you stop crying, Sei?]

[feminitis]

[That'll be never, but eventually she'll be crying a little less, and she'll pull back with a gasp and wipe furiously at her eyes.]

I-I'm so sorry, I...!

[impulsiveness]

[IT'S FINE. It is fine. He shakes his head at her again, points at her, and then hold his hand up in an okay hand gesture. He's trying to say there's no need to apologize? Don't be sorry???

He might have tucked his paper and pen away to avoid, you know, the waterworks.]

[feminitis]

[Keep the paper and pen safe, Jaosn, you're going to need it unless your tongue magically grows back.]

...it's just... I don't... this isn't fair. I hate this game, I hate it so much...