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

[robitussin]

[There's a noise of frustration before she speaks.]

Holy shit, are you even listening to me? That's not the point! The point is that we need you, even if you're an idiot and think we don't!

[marmoron]

[He's quiet for a short while even after she's done talking.]

Look. I'm sorry. You can vote how you want to, okay?

[robitussin]

Yeah, I was always going to do that, but thanks for your permission.

[That comes off harsher as she means it, and she sighs.]

Look, let's talk about this later, okay?

[marmoron]

[Again, quiet for a bit. Then:]

You say that like I have a choice in the matter.

[robitussin]

Okay. I am going to talk to you about this later. Better?

[marmoron]

Sounds more like you, yeah.

[robitussin]

Yeah.

[A beat, and then, softer:]

You promised you wouldn't do anything, you know. This counts as doing something.

[marmoron]

[He immediately wants to argue that it doesn't because promises apparently have a time of expiration attached to them, but...

That's not the point. And ruleslawyering is not the kind of argument he wants to have.]

...That's not fair.

[robitussin]

Why not?

[marmoron]

This isn't about that.

[But he's avoiding eye contact.]