WEEK 0 TRIAL

[cartesio]

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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[monstrology]

I ask you ease up on the suspicion and not throw accusations so easily. I did nothing of the sort.

[He's taking all of this in stride at least.]

[alfin]

[ Alfin points to his shoes. ]

Your shoes fit the size description. You also acted oddly when they [ She points at Nagisa. ] noted that there was dried blood still on the saw, despite the rain.

Do you have an explanation that?

[intentus]

I'm sorry if this is a strange question to ask, but what part of his reaction was strange?

[alfin]

When he had heard there was blood remaining on the handsaw, his eyes narrowed.

[intentus]

I see... That is a little odd. [ as he ponders it, he looks down. ] Even so, it's not really enough proof. I wonder if there's something else to help us narrow things down...

[monstrology]

The dried blood is exactly why I reacted the way I did. I found it strange that something dry was discovered despite the rain. The receipt that I found in the victim's pants was still wet, for an example.

[And since she asked,] As for my shoes, I'm not exactly the only one here with feet of that size. It's not exactly damning evidence.