week 2 - trial

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week two trial



[At 9 AM precisely, the old grandfather clock chimes once again, and the doors to the drawing room are opened. They will remain open until everyone has come inside, after which they will shut behind them. It is not possible to leave on your own, although perhaps if you have a specific purpose the hostess will allow you to go, as long as you are accompanied by a partner.

The room is set up comfortably, with several tables by the fireplace set out to assist with the trial. The Hostess will also remain in a seat near the fireplace, next to the scales on the mantle. At lunch, the doors will open to bring in a large meal on an automatically rolling buffet, and at 3 PM, tea and finger sandwiches will be served. You'll be able to enjoy the trial in comfort, of course, but the information cards set out on tables will not allow you to forget your true purpose here.

At 7 PM, the trial will adjourn for the day. Players will be escorted by the Hostess to the ballroom, where dinner and wine will be served until 10 PM, at which point players will be required to return to their wings in groups with their wingmates and will be locked in their bedrooms until 8:30 AM the following morning.]

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[godwhisperer]

[Gundam can sense a lot of people are angry with him, and he's not the best at dealing with that, so he keeps to himself all dinner. He'd rather go eat by himself, but he can't, so instead he sits at a table toward the back of the room no one has sat at yet.]

[speakveryclearly]

[Hey there awkward teenaged boy. Do you know what else is awkward? Everyone knowing why you're not touching the food at what could be your last meal, that's what's awkward. So Kanaya finds herself drifting at first, and when her wandering takes her there she lingers near Gundam's table, hesitant.]

[godwhisperer]

[He glances up at her, but doesn't say anything.]

[speakveryclearly]

...

[When he meets her eyes she looks away for a moment before returning. Her limbs look delicate in spite of their hardness right now, like a ballerina made of glass.]

I didn't want to say it in front of everyone given my position, but I think you had a good point earlier. About what secrets may or may not mean.

[godwhisperer]

Ah...I see.

[He looks uncomfortable for a few seconds.]

Thank you.

[speakveryclearly]

[Yeahhhhhh... this guy doesn't get compliments a whole lot, does he?]

It all just makes me wonder... I think the hostess is right about how the secrets being revealed wouldn't be in the spirit of the game. Not that I'm endorsing the cruel amusement, just stating facts.

Do you have any solid ideas yet, on whom you suspect? [--] I won't mind if you say myself or decline entirely.

[godwhisperer]

Hm.

[No, he doesn't. But he looks thoughtful at her question.]

I do not know. If you seek to convince me of your innocence, however, it is futile. I will decide based on the evidence.

[speakveryclearly]

Evidence... [That's almost murmured; then she moves forward with:] I wouldn't expect you to do anything else.

Tomorrow more evidence will probably turn up.

[godwhisperer]

[He nods.]

We will see that it does, or we will be forced to make an arbitrary choice. To hope an outcome it presented that spares us that...it is a useless endeavor.

[speakveryclearly]

[Her fangs are out like tiny knives.]

That's the only thing we should be certain of, the current hopelessness. Anyone who thinks that none of the over two dozen contestants remaining would be driven to despair by whatever happens next week is nothing more than one of the possible next to die.