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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!]
hand + arms check!
[ Sorry about this in advance, everyone... ]
I'm going to need to fucking see your hands and arms, so show me your hands, take off your gloves, and roll up your sleeves or whatever if you have them. The killer might've gotten fucking careless when they were messing around -- maybe they got injured somehow, who knows.
[ He's going to be checking for anything off with people's hands and arms. He's looking for anything strange, whether it be an injury, smudges, whatever. He's planning on being thorough about this too, and looking for anything underneath people's fingernails. ]
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[ He can, and the blond just walks over anyway. He can probably see pretty well the other guy's arms, at least, right? ]
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Loud as ever, huh? [He was right here you don't need to shout that loudly.
Hawks isn't particularly that concerned with this check, just as the smell check. After he removes his gloves and jacket so his hands and arms are visible, Bakugou can see there's no marks on them. ]
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[ And he's damn well proud of that. ]
You're all set, but I expected that.
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[Both teasingly and genuinely. No one really expects Bakugou to respect other people, so getting that is nice.
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I was already checked by that child. [He means Kino because what are names.]
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Would it be possible for me to take a quick look?
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[He's used to no honorifics
except in the jp dialogue shush, so w/e w/e! But Kino continues to be polite, so he acquiesces.]Very well. [Takes off the gloves and... whatever that bracelet-like things at his wrists are to show that his arms are clear of any injuries, staining, blood or what have you. That includes his fingernails too, if Kino looks that close.]
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I don't see any signs of fighting. Thank you again for your patience, Sandalphon.
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