[ 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

[hydrokinetics]

[Thanks Ash, indeed.]

...good point. And that never really got cleared up, did it?

[uraniumnumnum]

Furthermore, we know that the bandits work together as a team. Very well, according to the Sheriff. This man has a wife who brings the Sheriff gifts every week.

[ a slow shrug. ]

I would take that into consideration.

[tightly]

[ IT'S A FUCKING SANDWICH DUDE

shut your kiss hole >:( ]

[feminitis]

Mister and Missus Walken didn't - they can't have done it! They ran and got Sensei last week and that's the only reason I'm still alive today, you know? They wouldn't have just... gone after Mister Keyes like that, they're not killers!

[someone shut her and her biases up]

[uraniumnumnum]

Naive. You think a killer couldn't show kindness, especially if they were trying to fool all of you? It's no wonder you haven't caught a single one of them.

[feminitis]

I don't care if it makes me naive! They saved me, I know they didn't do this...!

[impulsiveness]

Dude, it's like you're TRYING to make people vote for you once we get to the last thirty minutes. Have you ever heard of being nice?

[uraniumnumnum]

I'm trying to throw you a bone. If you don't want to listen to facts, then by all means, continue panicking.

[sweats]

[ WELL THAT'S ANNOYING ]

Chane's just polite. Something you aren't. [ AND NEITHER ARE YOU, WILL. ] You'd have her husband killed on nothing more than spending the night alone?

[uraniumnumnum]

And what's your suggestion?

[sweats]

I have none, but I won't let you actively hurt Chane for little cause.

[tightly]

... [ She can't help but look a little startled at that. ]

[impulsiveness]

[GLANCING AT FELIX AND CHANE, MOUTHING "THEY WERE--"

and then making a hole with his index finger and thumb, and....... poking his other index finger into it.

okay.]

[tightly]

[ Chane witnesses this whole interaction Jason has with his... own other hand, and raises a perfect eyebrow - but, ultimately, turns her head away. (She's fighting back a laugh.) ]