WEEK 3 - TRIAL

[productions]

week three 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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Comments

[notyetlost]

It was a super depressing week and you looked bummed out! On the roof!

[Yes, basically.]

The roof!

[inthebones]

If you had read my skill set, perhaps you would have seen 'eidetic memory'.

Yours appears to have left out 'willful ignorance' but I suppose they're not comprehensive.

[vytis]

...You mean she's... [Still in there? Lithuania casts a sideways look at the door.]

[notyetlost]

If your memory is so great then I'm sure you totally remember how ignorant you were last week.

[pasodoble]

Considering it was so easy to find... what if it was meant to be found?

[vytis]

[Smacking Poland in the back of the head with his notebook.]

[inthebones]

He would have had to stop struggling, then. ...Unconscious from a previous fall or, well. Chloroform. As you suggest, the body would have had to be stabbed inside the elevator shaft otherwise, after which the murderer would climb up - or fly up.

Did anyone check the walls of the shaft for blood?

[notyetlost]

OW!

[inthebones]

I would choose her again under the same circumstances.

[Susan seems quite calm about this.]

Incidentally, I don't recall you making much progress in solving the crime.

[respecting]

But why a rock!?

[souredsweet]

Then we will need an exorcist... [AND WAIT] It would still be improper to leave the body there as well, though it... surely is not in good condition if it is still present.

[aozaki]

In the Smoking Room, of course, since it's the only place locked to us all save for voting during trials. There isn't much we can do for the corpse, but if it's actually in there, a courtesy check should be quick. Assuming the body to effectively be in there, the least we can do is drape a bed sheet or curtain cloth over it. [glances at latvia, may, and spain...] It's a sight we can all do without, at any rate.

[throe]

Right, that's what confuses me. They could have done to the basement if the victim was definitely unconscious, open the doors, then stabbed him there, but if they climbed or flied up... how would they have opened the door unless there was someone else helping them? It would close after some time unless the person was quick.

I don't think so, but it's probably a good idea. It could give us some sort of way to figure the sequence of events out.

[notyetlost]

[Meanwhile Susan has hit on what's truly infuriating him about her.]

We're not disposable, even if you seem to think so without our people tied to our backs.

We have every right to live too if we're innocent, you don't get to decide who's life is valuable!

[throe]

Thankfully, I've handled spirits before! There's not much I can do without my regular items here, but... salt and sage may be all we need. At least as a means to stave her spirit off for some time.

Wouldn't we be able to smell it though? It's been a week, you'd think that it'd at least detectable.

[notyetlost]

I had to get my note of super inspiring words up there somehow.

I should have thrown it more to the left though.

[inthebones]

I've never suggested that you are.

[Susan arches an eyebrow.]

Between a grown woman and two teenaged girls, I would execute the woman barring any other circumstances. Are you saying you wouldn't do the same if they were all strangers?

[productions]

Only one person at a time, of course. It would be such a hassle to clean up if we had to deal with two murders in a week. The early bird gets the worm, after all!

[inthebones]

...You mean you think they left her in there for us to find this week?

[A slight frown.]

I suppose it wouldn't be out of character. That would entail voting, of course.

[vytis]

Why don't we go check outside to see if there's any evidence on the ground that Dave was thrown off the roof or something.

[Really he just wants to get Poland out of the room for a little bit.]

[notyetlost]

I voted for whoever I thought did it the most, something like that wouldn't factor in at all.

Voting isn't about easing your conscience about killing a teenager, it's supposed to be about trying to find the truth. I was wrong but at least I wasn't a total coward about it.

[inthebones]

Alright. We'll make a few stops before we head back to the room, then.

[And since the mods seemed to say to Lithuania that there was nothing of interest on the second and third floor shafts, Susan and Rapture probably won't find anything, either.]

...Perhaps they held him so the blood would drip perfectly vertically.

[souredsweet]

I do not know about sage, but I can at least bring back salt with the flour. [for their caveman attempts at fingerprinting, but Kaoru leaves that much unsaid.]

That is true, but the bodies that we examine for trial do not smell even after days. There is no sign of decomposition in any of them, so it... could certainly be feasible, for a body to remain undetected... [glancing warily toward the door again.]

[respecting]

I guess so. I jus' don't know what to do with myself around here, so I ain't found a place to fit in. ... And I had a lot on my mind that I didn't wanna talk about.

[pandacea]

I-is she still alive?