WEEK 0 TRIAL

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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.

"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."

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.

"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..."

Let the trial begin.

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[londonstar]

Erratic, as well. They decided to place the bullet casing in the ice cream despite the fact that throwing it to the pond would have been the clearly smarter option.

[detegoergosum]

That, or the casing landed in the ice cream when the gun was discharged, and disposing of it there was an act of opportunity.

[theserpentsmiles]

[...Come to think of it. Something's weird.]

If she was shot in the ice cream parlor, why was the bullet found in the park? ...Unless there was a squirrel in the ice cream parlor.

[londonstar]

I suppose it is necessary to build a timeline of events. If we imply that the murder occurred in the parlor, then it means that the culprit transported the body, with the bullet still lodged in, to the park.

[ he shrugs ] Therefore, the bullet would travel with the Lady, but the killer would...hide the casing in the ice cream. [ that still makes 0 sense to him. ]

[theserpentsmiles]

But the bullet got out somehow. It didn't sound like the wound was messed with to remove it. Can bullets just fall out of bodies?

...I guess that makes more sense than multiple shots, since there was only one casing...

[odoruhinokaze]

Maybe it did fall out, or something.

[ Shrug shrug. ]

[paciscere]

Or maybe it was the squirrel that dug it out. Its hands and fingers are small enough for such things, perhaps. If she smelled at all like the ice cream parlor or had a splatter of ice cream on her clothes, it might have attracted the squirrel.

[ shrug shrug shrug. ]

It's strange, to be sure.

[odoruhinokaze]

...Fantastic.

[ ew ]

[paciscere]

[ haha. ]

[monstrology]

The parlor is decently close to the park, so I suppose they could've done that without being seen... I sincerely doubt they could've done the dismembering there at the parlor though, like some have implied they did in order to make carrying the body easier. Carrying the pieces would require multiple trips.

[detegoergosum]

Quite simply, because that was where the body was. There was an entry wound, but no exit wound, meaning that the bullet was still inside her when the body was moved. Either it fell out of her waist in transit, or... well, or the squirrel used that point of entry to retrieve it.

[ she just grossed herself out a little ]

[doublelammy]

Nuh-uh. The bubblegum ice cream was way too smooth. Someone intentionally hid it in there.

[detegoergosum]

I never said they didn't. Merely that that was how the hiding place was chosen.