week 1 - trial

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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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[throe]

[ Oh my god, this guy is so out there. More than she is. And that is saying something.

She loves it. Rapture just smirks and raises an eyebrow. ]

How do we know it's not a the shape of a noodle? Maybe we should be looking for someone who has an affinity for pasta... [ She closes her eyes, eyebrows furrowing. ] No, wait, that's it! She wronged someone in a past life, a restaurant owner, and now they've come to seek revenge on her...

[godwhisperer]

Perhaps it is so. Or perhaps it is intended to indicate the proclivities of our culprit. Which among our culprit eats pasta? I will examine the cards.

[throe]

It has to be that of... the taste of a professional chef! [ She opens her eyes again, pouring all her being into playing along with this. ] Someone who will settle for no less that they have to kill to make their statement, marking their victim as a final act of revenge.

[godwhisperer]

Hnng. Or perhaps it was an attempt to indicate one of Clyde's tattoos, or -

No. I understand it now, it is all so clear.

[throe]

[ She leans in with bated breath. ] Have the dark lords chosen to give you the answer?

[godwhisperer]

They have whispered it to me. I have been blind.

[He clenches a fist.]

Is it not clearly...the tail of a feline? Bernkastel! You fiend! You left your calling card for all to see!

[miraculous]

[Really.]

You believe I took the time to draw a tail on the body like some sort of compulsive serial killer?

[godwhisperer]

In your arrogance, you believed we would not discover it. Little did you know my knowledge of felines would see through your deception.

[miraculous]

Your knowledge of animals is written on your information card.

[throe]

[ Rapture's about to go on with her acting when she realizes... it makes sense. The possibility that Lydia even made the mark to signify not an 'S' but the witch's tail amidst her drowning is apparent, as well. She smirks, obviously pleased. ]

You know... she did mention how she enjoys playing games, who to say there isn't a little cat-and-mouse involved?

[godwhisperer]

Huahaha.

Indeed. Now lies the hour of your reckoning, Bernkastel!