murdermanor | week 1

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week 1

week 1 - trial

week one 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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But it doesn't really look like an S. It just... looks like a symbol. Something similar to an S that isn't an S.

It could be a red herring, or obsessive-compulsive behavior, or, as you said, a signature. And yes, several of them strike me as that kind of person.

But I've been a government agent for years now and I apparently view the world with more suspicion than other people.

[ But come on. Clyde's excuse had been his hair. Bernkastel had been in transit during the possible murder time and might have been able to pull it off. Marlow had ingratiated herself into the investigation pretty quickly - her knocking on the bathroom door could have been a ruse. And Susan? Susan is clever. All Sharon knows for sure is that she herself didn't murder the girl, and she's seen too much to believe anyone is incapable of murder. ]

Dude--uh, I mean lady, I'm way suspicious of everyone. My town has a turnover rate of like a body a week. My English teacher wound up being this psycho with a penchant for virgin sacrifices, which was not fun for me, let me tell you that. Do you know how many people want to sleep with me? None. Zilch. Nada. Freaking crazy poison revenge lizards and antisocial werewolves living in a rundown subway get more action than me just because they have abs and supernatural muscles, which is totally cheating by the way.

...where was I going with this?