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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[paciscere]

I've never used a gun either, but I do admit I can certainly aim and shoot.

[ and: ]

I never caught her name, but the woman over there. [ he points at mira. ] She has rather good aim, too.

[snailedit]

Not as good as yours.

[odoruhinokaze]

[ Color him curious about what was happening re: aiming over here. ]

Good aim, eh? What was it, some kind of target practice going on? With what kind of weapon, by the way?

[ Just so he knows all the deets. ]

[snailedit]

[Mira shrugs.]

We played darts in the tavern. Hardly the same as a moving target...

[odoruhinokaze]

Nope.

[ He nodded, and decides to ask the same q he threw at the other guy. ]

What were you doing on the night of the murder? Give me some rough estimates of what you did at which time too.

[paciscere]

Not as good as me, no. [ so humble. ] But you'd land the shot. If you were aiming for the chest, I'm sure you could have hit the abdomen. How fast could Lovepon-san move with a heavy saw anyway? You also fit the feet range and...

Weren't you quite reluctant to do the strip search? [ he looks at axel. ] You were there. Did you do a complete one?

[odoruhinokaze]

Nope, didn't get a chance to.

Got her jacket here, but that's just about it. Well, there's only one way to be sure, though, right? Stage a complete one with a lady overseeing and all that.

[ They've got nothing else, and better to be sure that all's clear and everything! ]

[snailedit]

[Except literally the only thing she's wearing other than the jacket is a bikini and her incredibly short shorts. Mira rolls her eyes.]

... You really think I have an injury on my boobs? Come on. Don't be a pervert.

[paciscere]

If you don't have one, then there's nothing for you to hide. Sounds simple to me.

[snailedit]

That's a fallacy, you know. You don't even have evidence that the killer was hurt in the first place.

[paciscere]

I didn't say they were. But you can't argue they weren't. There were two weapons present and a fight. It's more likely than not.

[ a polite smile! ]

You're wasting my time. Do you mind hurrying?

[snailedit]

You're the one wasting time, but I guess I have no choice but to prove it. Whatever.

[odoruhinokaze]

[ Also waiting!! ]

Hey the sooner you do it the sooner we can move on.

[snailedit]

I heard you, already. Sheesh!

[She's going, she's going]

[streetwolf]

[Okay he snorts at that.]

Uh... I know a lot of girls. And saying something like that is an easy way to get socked in the face.

[snailedit]

True. He's lucky I don't want to find out whatever the Sarge was babbling about.

[odoruhinokaze]

[ Anything's possible in the land of murdergame (tm). ]

I didn't say anything about the injury being on your boobs. [ Could be on her upper thigh or something. ] Anyway, do your dealio with Millium and then answer my question that I asked you earlier when you're done.

Or you can answer my question now and head off with Millium right after. Up to you.

[snailedit]

[Coming back after the strip search.]

Anyway, it was thundering pretty hard last night. I didn't want to be out in it, so I was reading one of the books from the motel lobby in my room before I went to sleep at around 10 pm. Sorry it's not flashy.

[doublelammy]

[Millium perks up. REVENGE FOR EARLIER? And also getting to admire a body she'll probably never have? YES PLEASE.]

You heard 'em, lady! Get behind that screen!

[snailedit]

This is ridiculous.

[doublelammy]

Don't care! Covering all our bases! Let's go, go, go~!

[Millium is already running over to the privacy screen.]

[snailedit]

[After arguing with Matoba, she shakes her head and goes behind the screen.]

Why are you so worked up about this anyway?

[But she's gonna push the bikini up now. Congrats, you have two unmarred tits.]

[doublelammy]

Hey. Everyone else showed it all, lady. Shorty shorts too.

[She knows this is probably useless now, but why do something and not go all the way?]

[paciscere]

[ on the other side of the screen, catching that and adding: ]

Please make sure it's a thorough search. Everything off.

[snailedit]

Did they really?

[She never thought she'd have the most dignity here!!! But yeah, there's nothing on those thighs when she pulls them down, sorry not sorry.]

There. You've had your fun.