[ WEEK FIVE – 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

[generously]

[ Crazy blood-soaked man sits somewhere near Chane's corpse. What do? ]

[flippity]

[ once she is no longer like, screaming and crying, papika is going to sl...owly... approach him. there's a bag in her hand, and once she reaches claire she's going to start pulling items out of it. a pair of shoes, a coat, and the charred remains of a notepad. ]

Felix...?

[generously]

Felix Walken is dead. You may call me Rail Tracer now, or nothing at all.

[ 'sup kid. what are those items he's eyeing on her... ]

[flippity]

[ well that is completely fine and normal and not weird at all?? cool.

papika figures that she should not make the guy who just jumped down from the fucking ceiling to mortal kombat a man like, get up to take the stuff?? so she just moves a little closer. ]

These are Chane's. We found them at the bonfire yesterday. I've been wanting to give them to you, but...

[ you've been hiding in shadows and also killing people??? the coat and shoes are fine since they found them placed at the edge of the fire. the notepad is pretty crispy though. ]

[generously]

Do I scare you? Don't worry, I only devour the naughty children.

[ Weird time for jokes or whatever that was. Claire reaches out and....... takes the belongings. ]

Chane's things... you held onto them. That was really nice of you.

[insincerely]

[... He's, uh, staying a bit of a distance. Or what he thinks is a distance, because he's blind and can't tell.]

Sherlock?

[generously]

[ To be fair, nobody needs eyesight to feel his chilly presence in the room anymore. Something has started that can't be stopped. ]

Watson.

[insincerely]

[So unsure of what is safe to say to Claire without getting shanked????]

So you got your revenge.

[Non-judgmental; he's just stating... well, a rather bloody fact.]

[generously]

[ Yeah... and yet somehow he's still heartbroken. ]

It was a sacrifice for my world... a world without Chane in it. It couldn't be helped.

[impulsiveness]

[Y...IKES....... He's still freaking out about Felix stabbing someone right in front of them, but. He liked Chane even if she turned out to be a really freaky murderer, so.]

They're going to want to kill you now.

[Just. A somewhat concerned observation. UM.]

[generously]

If anyone wants to kill me, they know where to find me.

[impulsiveness]

[F...rowns........... And kind of gestures vague like, yeah. Yeah, they sure do.]

Good luck, I guess.

[generously]

I've never had need for luck, Jason. I work hard for the things I'm good at.

[ Somehow, the notion that he's gifted or lucky has always ticked him off. DON'T TICK HIM OFF!!!! ]

... Thank you for Chane's note. I managed to find it.

[ceded]

[ It takes her a while to come over. When she does, she's not even sure what to say. She'd reach out, if he wasn't positively disgusting with blood. ]

[generously]

Sorry you had to see that.

[ Yeah, let's start with that. ]

[ceded]

..... I'm sorry I couldn't help, [ she replies simply. ]

[hydrokinetics]

[Eventually, he'll also approach, but he's keeping distance to give him space. What Felix has done is really, really bad...but Percy still has only come to say:]

I'm sorry about your wife.

[generously]

Sorry about your girlfriend. I knew there was something strange about the kid, but I never picked him to be a successful killer.

[hydrokinetics]

[There's a nod because he's still trying to wrap his head around that, too.]

...Annabeth writes to me sometimes. It's not the same, I know, but sometimes it helps. Chane probably will, too. [Granted he's still wary about the guy's mental state but okay.]

[thatsthespirit]

[Milla's super wary right now, and she hasn't taken her hand off of her sword since Felix first descended from the ceiling. nevertheles. . . she liked Felix. she honestly did. and she liked Chance, too. and so she approaches, although she keeps her distance]

. . .

Chane was a good woman. I'm truly sorry for your loss.

[. . .]

And thank you for the advice on pets.

[generously]

[ Aw, stop it. ]

You must've learned a lot about humans by now, huh?

[thatsthespirit]

[she nods]

I have. Although truthfully, it isn't anything I haven't seen before.

[the cycle of killing, and then killing in revenge, and then killing again. . . blood for blood, a life for a life. that's how humanity works, isn't it? and that's what this game encourages]

I pass no judgment on anyone here. [except the Sheriff but fuck that guy] Not for any actions they've taken during the course of this game, even if those actions resulted in another's death. I only hope that everyone is capable of seeing that all actions have consequences.

[and, I mean. after Felix's spiderman murder, she is pretty certain everyone does now]

[sweats]

[ Hey...... guy. ]

Do you want to die to reunite with Chane?

[ Why is Will like this...... ]

[generously]

If I die, everyone will just cease to exist.

[ ??? ]

So, no. Besides, I owe the news to Chane's old man. [ And those bootlegger rascals back home. ]

[sweats]

[ That's not....... how it works. ]

No, death isn't permanent here. If they win the game, you have a chance to go back home. You could just die and wait wherever the Sheriff keeps the dead for them to do it. Must be a nice place if people can send mail.

[ Will, you suck so much. ]