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.
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robowest2017-02-25 12:00 pm
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[if he turns around, she'll shake her head]
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[she. . . tried]
It isn't fair, but it's obvious no one here is on top of their game. We could use a break, and when we return, then we'll be able to attempt to discuss what happened with Natalie and Will.
[they've been avoiding the topic up until now, after all]
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I...[He doesn't want to? Just let him and Jason fuck off to find their friend? But...it's Milla. So his shoulders slump and he looks away.] That's not how the saying goes, Milla.
[But that's all he says.]
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. . . it isn't?
[satisfied, she lets go of her shirt, but now she's wondering how she hecked up the saying.]
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[enjoy your robot chaperone, Percy Jackson]