Just like last week, the pile of votes appear in front of the Sergeant, who counts them with practiced ease. He stands up as soon as he's done, pausing for only a moment, before making his announcement.
[Some of the townspeople who are leaving turn their heads, acknowledging what Bolin said. It was...strange, to say the least. It's weird. Unnatural.
Your message has gotten to them, Bolin.
Juno the bailiff, though, has something to say about that. For a moment he comes outside, before returning and bringing something: a few documents. These are to request courtrooms.
In all of them, various of the visitors are registered as the ones asking for the room, one different tourist every week. Osomatsu, Hawks, Dazai, Kino, Frasier...Bolin himself.
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Your message has gotten to them, Bolin.
Juno the bailiff, though, has something to say about that. For a moment he comes outside, before returning and bringing something: a few documents. These are to request courtrooms.
In all of them, various of the visitors are registered as the ones asking for the room, one different tourist every week. Osomatsu, Hawks, Dazai, Kino, Frasier...Bolin himself.
That explains a lot, doesn't it?]
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Can... we see those? [are they allowed?]
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I Guess I'll Get the Papers...]
Thanks.