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cartesianism2018-10-13 09:56 am
cartesio) wrote in cartesianism2018-10-13 09:56 am
Week 2 - Trial
Week 2: Trial
The day still is April 13th. It's now the afternoon
Just like he said he would, the Sergeant went to everyone and told them to go to the courthouse. It wasn't difficult to find -- three of the tourists already knew where it was. What nobody, not even these three thought, was that the courtroom would be so much populated this time.
All of the visitors went into the only trial room in the courthouse. In the center there were several podiums, formed into a circle. Each podium had a small notepad and a pen, and a slot on the top part of its surface, presumably to insert your vote in it. Each podium has a small placard showing who it belongs to -- except for Moloch von Zinzer's podium. That one is draped with black velvet.
The tribunes at the sides of the courtroom are higher than where your podiums are. During the trial Sakura, Wayne and Millium attended those tribunes had been empty, but this time they're not. Quite a lot of the townspeople are sitting there, talking with each other and observing all of the tourists with different expressions. Confusion, disdain, shock, all kinds of emotions, all united by the feeling of morbid curiosity. What did the tourists do? What will happen? That's what they're wondering.
And above all of them, on the judge's seat...the Sergeant. None of the townspeople's paying attention to him, he's sitting on his chair and twirling the gavel in his hand. He still is very pleased a murder happened, and once it's time to start, he says:
And indeed, five small photos appear on your podium.
The trial room went completely silent, all the visitors can feel the attentive stares of the townspeople gathered to watch. It's up to you now to find the culprit.
Let the trial begin.
Just like he said he would, the Sergeant went to everyone and told them to go to the courthouse. It wasn't difficult to find -- three of the tourists already knew where it was. What nobody, not even these three thought, was that the courtroom would be so much populated this time.
All of the visitors went into the only trial room in the courthouse. In the center there were several podiums, formed into a circle. Each podium had a small notepad and a pen, and a slot on the top part of its surface, presumably to insert your vote in it. Each podium has a small placard showing who it belongs to -- except for Moloch von Zinzer's podium. That one is draped with black velvet.
The tribunes at the sides of the courtroom are higher than where your podiums are. During the trial Sakura, Wayne and Millium attended those tribunes had been empty, but this time they're not. Quite a lot of the townspeople are sitting there, talking with each other and observing all of the tourists with different expressions. Confusion, disdain, shock, all kinds of emotions, all united by the feeling of morbid curiosity. What did the tourists do? What will happen? That's what they're wondering.
And above all of them, on the judge's seat...the Sergeant. None of the townspeople's paying attention to him, he's sitting on his chair and twirling the gavel in his hand. He still is very pleased a murder happened, and once it's time to start, he says:
"We have gathered today for the trial to find the culprit for the death of Moloch von Zinzer. It's your task to discuss, find the truth of this murder and bring it to light. For the sake of not letting you bunch run in circles, I have decided to lend you a hand and give you the five most likely suspects -- the culprit being one of them"
"When it's time, you shall cast your vote. Write it on paper or put the photo inside the slot, I don't really care about how you do it. What matters is that you actually do it. With no further ado, I wish you good luck!"
[Welcome to the trial! Please remember to cash your votes here!. Your deadline is 8:00 PM EST. Good luck!]
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What the hell kind of suspect list is this?
[ He has some issues ]
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[dammit there goes her plan to vote for clarisse]
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[ i mean minus the villain but bakugou's extremely biased about that lbr ]
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[She sounds so disappointed.]
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Huh?
[ And he waves his hands. ]
Whoa, do you really think I did it?
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[She's probably teasing...]
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[ Huffing out, but he doesn't seem actually bothered. Miiiight be because of that outfit. ]
So, what's up with the outfit?
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[Let's just bully Nine instead.]
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Now that is not nice!
[Note that she's not disagreeing.]
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[ H's just going to sulk about this. ]
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[At least he doesn't think you did it?]
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Hey, you. Why don't you tell me about your people who were threatened?
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You mean Class Zero? What about them?
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Yeah, them. How much do they mean to you? And how capable on their own do you think they'd be?
Think they'd be able to handle the stress of being trapped here, huh?
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[ The last question is a lot easier to say. ]
They are definitely capable, especially if they are together.
[ Pride is evident in his voice ]