[ 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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[ceded]

.... Sara, no.

[ very soft ]

[alcobrawlic]

... I'm sorry. But it's true.

[ceded]

[ She presses the back of her hand over her mouth, (because her hands are still gross from the beginning of the day and like, ew), and while her expression screws up, she doesn't cry. ]

I'm sorry too. That ... that any of us are being forced to do this.

[alcobrawlic]

Believe me... I wish none of it had happened.

[ Because her voice is so very tight right now. ]

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[ Xion won't say anything more. She'll just make her way over to Sara, and place her crutches down, and hug her very tight. ]

[alcobrawlic]

...

[ Sara's still honestly pretty damn bad with hugs, but Xion's making an effort... so she'll wrap her arms around her in return. ]

[ceded]

I'm sorry, [ she murmurs again, sounding a little choked up now. She's sorry about everything. ]

Is ... there anything you need done, or that you want someone to hold onto?

[alcobrawlic]

Someone just make sure Barnham sleeps, and that's probably fine.

[ceded]

[ For whatever reason, that ... is enough to make her start to cry. She doesn't make a sound, but her shoulders jump with it. ]

I don't know if he'll listen to me. [ Her voice is wet, and she looks up with a watery smile. ] But I'll do my best.

[alcobrawlic]

Atta girl. [ And she'll ruffle Xion's hair with a warm smile. ]

You'll be fine. And I'll do what I can.