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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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I get this is stressful, but you're not making her look better by defending her like that. Forcing the issue just makes it look like you've got something to hide.
[And she kind of thinks Faba has a point, sorry Millium]
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I don't have anything to hide. She's my princess. It's literally my job to make sure she's okay.
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Were you there guarding her on the night of the murder?
[This is a genuine question, since anyone having an alibi would be a good thing at this point.]
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...No. [She's been. Pretty terrible at her job, to be honest.] But I can say I know her well enough to be sure she didn't do any of this!
[Which is a terrible defense, but it's all she's got...]
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["Punch it" is Millium's solution to problems. Faba is a problem. Therefore...]
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Or you could spend that energy working on actual evidence that would bring us closer to figuring out the culprit.
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Millium...
[ She shook her head. ]
We don't... need any more violence.
[ Besides, she already knows his name and title. If he's an erebonian, he'll soon be having a tough time of it after threatening the princess. ]
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[But this may as well be an order, so she stands down. But not without huffing about it.]
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Sometimes we have to be the bigger person.
[ Why punch his face when you can punch his ability to work? Alas, if only Faba actually lived in Erebonia.
...Thank goodness he doesn't. ]