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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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How does that even happen? Humans don’t just explode!
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[He's glad he wasn't the only one who was wondering.]
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She...hadn't been fully human for a few years.
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[he doesn’t get it at all.]
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You know, you seem pretty traumatized by her death. Were you having problems... before all this happened?
[Grasping at straws here, but they're really not zeroing in on a culprit yet so. She'll bite at this emotional line.]
more Sharknado spoilers
[He looks up at her.]
Before coming here, you mean?
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[Mira doesn't know a lot about cyborgs. She knows a robot, but that's not quite the same.]
I meant any time before the murder, so sure.
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[One can guess what happened.]
Oh, you know, the usual for me. Sharks destroying just about everything and everyone I care about. It's been my life for the past decade.
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[Well, okay. That explains the news. But. She'd meant more like psychological problems... well, whatever.]
I imagine you're pretty sick of losing people, then.
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[Hahahaha yeah no he's not going to break down again or reveal he's anything but Fine Right Now if he can help it. He rubs his face.]
But that's...my cross to bear. You guys shouldn't have had to see me like that.
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[This maybe comes off sliiightly hollow, as if she's lost a bit of interest in him now that the shoe size thing makes him unlikely as a suspect.]