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cartesianism2018-05-11 08:13 pm
cartesio) wrote in cartesianism2018-05-11 08:13 pm
WEEK 0 TRIAL
Week 0: Trial
By the time you get to the courtroom, the large clock on the top shows it’s 10:00 AM. The Sergeant is waiting in front of the open doors, when someone arrives he ushers them inside, into the trial room. He ignores any questions about why a trial will happen, all he does is glare at those who ask.
The trial room seems to have been modified for the purposes of having this sort of trials. There are thirty-three podiums arranged on a circle, none of them have any name or indication of where you must go. Looks like you’re free to stand wherever you want. The only exception is the podium draped in black velvet, with a cheap-looking polaroid of Lovepon placed right on top of it. The sides of the room have what seems to be tribunes, rising high and out of your reach, with enough chairs for a sizable crowd. It feels more like a stadium, and you and the rest of the participants would be the main show, but the seats are empty.
Once everyone is gathered at the trial room, the Sergeant glances up at digital clock on the wall, locks the entrance from the outside, and appears a short time later at the judge’s bench, positioned just as high as the public’s seats.
He raises his hand with authority. The shadows over his face seem to twist for a moment, as if they’re going to extend further over his face.
Let the trial begin.
The trial room seems to have been modified for the purposes of having this sort of trials. There are thirty-three podiums arranged on a circle, none of them have any name or indication of where you must go. Looks like you’re free to stand wherever you want. The only exception is the podium draped in black velvet, with a cheap-looking polaroid of Lovepon placed right on top of it. The sides of the room have what seems to be tribunes, rising high and out of your reach, with enough chairs for a sizable crowd. It feels more like a stadium, and you and the rest of the participants would be the main show, but the seats are empty.
Once everyone is gathered at the trial room, the Sergeant glances up at digital clock on the wall, locks the entrance from the outside, and appears a short time later at the judge’s bench, positioned just as high as the public’s seats.
"I mentioned this already: we’re on a tight schedule right now. A life was claimed, and now your duty is to find who among you was responsible for this bloodshed. Lovepon deserves that much, doesn’t she? I trust you all investigated as much as possible. You should have enough to pinpoint who is the killer, now you must debate and decide who among you will be punished to the full extent of the law."
"No, you don’t have a choice. Submit your vote through the slot on your podium, all you have to do is write the name on paper and slide it there. Majority rules, refusing to vote is not an option. Now that I made myself clear..."
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[ he feels a little bad saying all of this next to children but...they were the ones that found the head in the first place. this shouldn't be as bad. ]
Correct. Although that leaves me with a bad feeling...
[ because smaller feet means that they're either younger and/or smaller. in other words, it could possibly be a child that did this and--... ]
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[ Also because of the existence of the gun, but as u do. ]
What kind of bad feeling are you having about all of this? Might as well spill.
[ Because contrary to popular belief, Axel's not psychic. ]
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I will have to keep it to myself, Axel. I refuse to jump to conclusions.
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Can't hurt to throw a theory out there, but whatever you say, bucko.