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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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[Her clothes are super tight, you'd have to do a cavity search to find a gun on this one.]
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[ he'll take his suit off (he has a t-shirt underneath; what a loser) which shows that he does not have anything gun-like on him when he raises his arms over his head.
after a moment, he brings them back to his sides. ]
Feel free to check the suit. All you will find there is the map, the rules, and a pen.
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Okay she's checking.]
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but if she checks the suit, she'll find exactly what he said! ]
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[Handing it back!!]
Do you want to search the guys? I doubt anyone would complain if I took care of the rest, but...
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[ and then millium fucking shouts to get naked and he loses his composure for like two seconds. ]
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[She admits that because she's not good at dealing with other people's personal spaces.]
B-But I can try... if nobody else wants to.
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[She... seems excited about this...]
...Although, maybe it's a good idea if someone else checks me, too. I haven't got anything, but then no one can say I'm hiding anything, right?
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[ he sighs. ]
I suppose while we are at it, maybe we should check for gunpowder residue. Does that sound reasonable for everyone?
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[ He'll lounge over here, lazily until he's needed. ]
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He reaches into the hoodie though and pulls an old handgun out before putting it down on the podium. Then he makes it easier to check by undressing down to his shirt and throwing them over the podium as well.]
Look if you want. I've only got that card thing and my gun.
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Do you happen to know the caliber of the gun?
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[Oh right, that bit.]
.40
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[ he observes it carefully, but then hands it back to wayne. ]
Thank you.
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