Week 7 - Trial

[cartesio]

Week 7: Trial

When everyone arrives at the trial room, the tribunes are already filled with townspeople. Until now, the public had been so angry, waiting to see what the outsiders would do. Now they're calmer. Not indifferent, just waiting to see what will happen.

There are so few of you left. So few people, surrounded by a town that once hated you, and now don't know what to think. Will this trial change their opinions of you again?

Maybe that doesn't matter. You're here to solve a murder, after all.

"Today the victim is Kinzie Kensington. This may be the last chance any of you get the chance to earn a medal. Let's see if this culprit gets away with it successfully."

You receive your list of suspects. Five small photos appear on the podiums.

            

"When it's time, you shall cast your vote. It has been a while since there was one culprit."

The trial room went completely silent, all the visitors can feel the attentive stares of the townspeople gathered to watch. It's up to them now to find the culprit.

Let the trial begin.

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Comments

[relieable]

[EYES THE THING ON ODA'S PODIUM. of course he knows what that is. wow]

Sounds like you found the stuff that was from the hangar.

[marmoron]

[YOU EYE THE THING, OSO. Keith will pointedly not be looking anywhere near Oda's podium, tyvm!]

Right. Seems like they meant to do some kind of rescue attempt by causing an explosion outside the Lodge as a diversion.

[relieable]

Really? What makes you think that?

[marmoron]

A bomb's a bit overkill if you're just trying to kill a person. Plus that device wasn't exactly the most convenient thing to carry around.

[relieable]

Yeah... [he's heard all about the air canisters] You think Kinzie was trying to make the bomb?

[marmoron]

She probably would know how to make one, yeah.

[There's a thoughtful look.]

Cuprit might've interrupted her.

[relieable]

[that's what he was thinking, too]

She was, like. Super smart. A hacker, or something. But I can see her knowing how to make bombs.

[marmoron]

[A nod.]

Do you know who her hostage was?

[relieable]

Not a clue. [he was, uh... too focused on his own hostages]

mods!

[marmoron]

Neither.

[A beat.]

Does anyone know who Kinzie's hostage was this week?

[Looking at Sarge to see if he might answer this himself.]

[cartesio]

It's none of your concern. Some person from her world. Their identity isn't relevant in any way.

[marmoron]

Fine. It was someone important to her regardless.

[Looking away from Sarge now b/c he's done talking to him apparently.]