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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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he groans, and nods. ]
Very well. Who will come with me?
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[I mean. Technically he already did do it before, but this time it's going to be a full strip.
Unsurprisingly for poor Waver he's got no recent injuries anywhere.]
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He's clean. Next.
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Waver will see he has no injuries or marks under his clothes related to the murder]
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He's clean. Next.
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He's clean. Next!
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Don't think a guy did it. And something tells me we won't find what we're looking for easily.
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At this point it's best to not leave any stone unturned.
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I'd just like to point out that if there was an injury sustained from the saw, then the clothing around that would be damaged as well. I know we've only known each other a week, but it wouldn't hurt to take what everyone usually wears into consideration as well.
[That said he'll comply, and after another ten years of clothing removal later he's clean.]
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Agreed. Then, just to be thorough, let me see your clothing again, to check if anything is torn.
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[Waver will find no tears or general stains on Will's robes. Gotta keep these nice and pure. The rest is just as spotless.]
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[ he'll hand back the clothes....enough nudity. ]
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[But yes, let's just get clothed again.]
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There's a lot of old scars. They're all over the place, some look like lashes, some just look like normal cuts and scraps.
Nothing recent though. There's a some faded bruises on his hands under his gloves, but they're a week old.]