Week 3 - Trial

[cartesio]

Week 3: Trial

April 20th. It was now time for the trial.

When everyone arrives at the trial room, the tribunes are already filled with townspeople. Compared to last week, there's less morbid curiosity and more quiet outrage. Everyone's glaring at the visitors while they enter the courtroom.

The number of podiums draped in black has increased dramatically. Nine's, Mako's, Sandalphon's, and Bakugou's have joined Moloch's, raising the number to five. That's one sixth of the available podiums. How many more will be covered in black velvet before these two months end?

Once everyone is at the right podium, the Sergeant bangs his gavel. He doesn't seem to be in better mood than before.

"Today the victim is Katsuki Bakugou. Solve it."

Without even bothering to taunt or be as antagonistic as usual, he waves the gavel. Five small photos appear on the podiums.

            

"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. Start your discussion."

The trial room went completely silent, all the visitors can feel the attentive stares of the townspeople gathered to watch. It's up to them now to find the culprit.

Let the trial begin.

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Comments

EVIDENCE

[cartesio]

Feel free to describe here the evidence you found!

Chapel map

[silvertongueheir]

There was blood on the rim of the immersion font. I suspect Bakugou hit his head on it when falling into the water.

[clearities]

This was really close to... [ hesitant pause ] ... Bakugou-kun, but I found a toppled ceramic candlestick. Or at least half of it. I was wondering if anybody found the other half.

[protectandselfserve]

Ah, I might've found that in the rubble of poor ol' Jesus, actually!

[He produces the candlestick bits he found.]

Want to see if they match up, Cherry?

mods!!

[clearities]

Yeah, let's try it. [ Do the candlestick bits feasibly match the broken candlestick that she found? ]

[streetwolf]

[Just ignoring the photo shit right now.]

So Jesus got fucked up... So did the rest of everything, but people are gonna be pissed about that.

[He's just glancing at the locals then back to the others. Cause that is way too many angry people looking at them.]

[odasaku]

Maybe we should try to fix it after this...?

[burgerprince]

How well do you think that'll go?

[quickpersuader]

[Kino is freshly showered, no longer wearing the black jacket because it needs cleaning, but instead opting for plain pants and an opaque white shirt.]

I'm the one who found the body. It was in the... [Oh, is that what it's called? Thanks Franciscus.] immersion font, face up, eyes closed at the very bottom.

[A pause. Time to recall this as best as possible.]

He was at the center of the pool, and his skin was pale. I didn't see any signs of bloating, but his extremities were turning white and wrinkly. There was a little blood near his nose and mouth, and some froth on his lips... I noticed a wound on his chest, but beyond that, I had to pull him out of the pool.

[Which was gross. You're all welcome.]

After I got him out, I was able to notice a few more things. Rigor mortis hadn't completely set in yet. The stab wound on his chest wasn't particularly small, but it didn't look like it could have been deep enough to be fatal. It didn't exactly look like a knife wound, either...

There was also a blunt wound on the back of his head, but that might have been from hitting the rim like Mr. Franciscus said.

[yonosoymaria]

So the stab wound was not deep enough to be fatal, but would someone who has not seen death know that? Could it have been done to distract? Froth that stayed at his lips under water... poisoning can make you foam at the mouth, I think.

[carbide]

Could the wound have been from an arrow?

[duckrotation]

Christ, okay [TAKES A DEEP BREATH] I found an exploded grave. It looked like the headstone had been shattered by the explosion. There were scorch marks.

[amburere]

Sounds like the brat's work.

[burgerprince]

So. The big hole in the wall. Most of the debris was inside the chapel and scorched. No prizes for guessing how that happened.

Had a look around the rest of the graveyard, there were some marks in the mud. Like something was pressed into it. There was one by the messed up grave, then a bunch of others a few feet away. Looked kind of like there was some movement, and some of the indents were a little bigger than others.

[Then, an exasperated pause.]

Of course with all the rain, it's not clear how big the marks were to start with.

[silvertongueheir]

There was mud tracked inside the chapel as well. It covered enough of the ground that it's not really useful for tracking movement, though.

[unfashionably]

Something pressed into it, huh? [ ... ] We might get an idea if we check everyone shoes and feet.

[odasaku]

In a car that was on a high pile, I found an unopened bottle of motor oil and a full box of matches. Perhaps they wanted to burn something but then changed their mind?

[marmoron]

Also found this in the car.

[Keith produces an unopened bottle of hemlock.]

Don't know what the hell that is. The car was missing its top and all the doors were opened

[prayerwheel]

I looked into the chapel. Most of the pews were smashed and burned, and some of them were entirely ash.

The flames also touched the wall tapestries, though only the ends and the adjacent wall.

[saladandeggs]

[casually drops an orange peel that has been impaled with a knife.]

I found garbage. I did the stabbing, I didn’t want to touch it.

[streetwolf]

[Hey. Podium buddy.]

Couldn't you have just used a towel?

[relieable]

[here they are again. Osomatsu pulls out the thing he found, which has been transferred to a plastic baggie by now. he sets it on his podium. everyone’s talking about the vandalism, and the dead body. and here he is, sharing his slice of nothing]

I’m only bringing this up ‘cause I thought it was weird an’ it stuck out, but there was fresh crushed pulp from an orange lying near one of the trashed pews. [he taps the baggie with the tips of his fingers. embarrassing]

[quickpersuader]

It would be too easy to assume whoever did it still smells like citrus, wouldn't it...?

[pecker]

Hmm. We got a food, and we got a poison.... poison orange?!

Re: EVIDENCE

[carbide]

[Olympia says nothing in acknowledgment of being a suspect, instead jumping right into setting a singed half-crucifix and an organ key on her podium.]

The altar area had been badly burned.