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murdermanor2013-09-26 10:49 am
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week 1 - 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. 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.]
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[Still, he'll give her the info anyway.] No - the door was already kinda open when I got there.
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She holds out her keys but doesn't let go. ]
I'd be remiss if I didn't point out that the S on her hand - if that's what it is - may refer to her killer, and your name happens to start with S. Where did you say you were this afternoon?
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Given that, are any of the suspects likely the guilty party?
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Look, can I just have the keys?
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You don't trust her. Neither do I.
You're voting to murder someone, Stiles. Please don't believe everything you're told.
[ She lets go of the keys. ]
And if you take any of my underwear or try any of it on, I'll know.
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Yeah, I know. But I know I didn't kill her, and there's nothing else right now we can go on. For what it's worth, other than your super sketch attitude, I think you're one of the least suspicious candidates we have. The whole S thing just smells of a frame-up job.
[And then he starts choking and turning bright red.] Oh my god! Do I look like that kinda guy? You know what, don't answer that, I don't want to know.
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And yes. You look like that kind of guy.