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

shoe check!!!

[burgerprince]

Worth a try.

[He barely raises his voice to announce himself, and rather just gets up and starts walking over to the suspects.

In the vein of his indie hero, Quentin Tarantino, he will now conduct a montage of everyone's feet.]

Alright, everyone, I'm gonna check your shoes.

[unfashionably]

[ He can't actually take off his shoes without taking off his pants (and no one probably wants that???) but he will raise his foot for anyone who wants to investigate his shoes in-depth. They're big, the soles have metal on them, and basically clean.

Nothing on them except what you'd expect from walking around a town. No mud! ]

[burgerprince]

[Dude what the fuck is up with your outfit that you can't take off your shoes without your pants]

You're clear.

[odasaku]

Maybe we should smell for soap or something? They could've cleaned their shoes.

[burgerprince]

Be my guest.

[he is NOT doing that.]

[unfashionably]

[ Is "bad fashion" an acceptable answer? ]

[snideper]

[without a word she just, fucking. lifts and slams her heel down on jughead's podium. HE'S RIGHT NEXT TO HER SHE CAN DO THIS, THE INDIGNITY OF BEING SLIGHTLY UNBALANCED IS WORTH IT

she wears really sturdy, lightly armored boots! the sole isn't clean because she's a fucking gremlin but it isn't any grosser than you would expect]

[burgerprince]

[Jesus fucking Christ, Clarisse.]

You're good.

[Now just. remove your foot.]

[snideper]

[REMOVES HER FOOT AND LOOKS REAL FUCKIN SMUG ABOUT IT enjoy that mud, jughead]

[doublelammy]

...Can someone, like. Grab hold of her legs so I can sniff her stupid shoes and not get kicked in the head?

[#distrust]

[carbide]

[Olympia doesn't move.]

[silvertongueheir]

You know not responding will only make you seem more suspicious, right?

[burgerprince]

Hey.

[Just at her podium now.]

You gonna let me see those?

[doublelammy]

[Sigh.]

Olympia, c'mon. Show me your shoes.

...N' I guess I gotta smell 'em, too, so please don't kick me in the face.

[carbide]

[Olympia's most comfortable with showing this to Millium, and still hesitates for a moment before pulling up the bottom of her weird sheet-robe-thing so Millium can see her feet.

Her feet, not her shoes. There probably aren't any shoes here that fit her.

But other than some ashes she got on them while inspecting the altar area, they're pretty clean.]

[doublelammy]

[She doesn't have a horse in this shoe race, but—]

Should we check n' see if any of em smell like oranges, too? Since it was all crushed up n' stuff, they mighta stepped on it.

[burgerprince]

Go hog wild, kid.

[Sniff the citrus out like truffles.]

[streetwolf]

Do I gotta take them off for this? [But he does turn back and uses the podium to prop himself up, when he lifts a foot up for the checking.

His boots are old, large and kinda worn. Also some mud, crushed glass and gum(?) stuck in the treads.]

...Shoulda got new ones after Miguel was dealt with.

[burgerprince]

[HM...check out that mud and glass.]

You came to check out the chapel yesterday?

[streetwolf]

Yeah. And I was looking around the abandoned place and the park. I'd cleaned if I'd know this shit was going to be important.

[You should see the hoodie]

[odasaku]

How did the crushed glass and mud get there?

[streetwolf]

I'll fucking start cleaning them then... Geez.

[marmoron]

[Funny story, Keith's yet another one of those people who can't take off their shoes without completely stripping down because he's wearing that freaking armor again.

Jughead's just getting a look.]

[burgerprince]

[Did you wash it out this time?]

C'mon man.

[marmoron]

[It got that one (1) day to air out at least so that's... something. Not a whole lot of something though. SO UH. HAVE FUN JUGHEAD.]

I'm not taking this off a third time.

[Since they all basically got strip searched for weapons just to get inside the building and all. So the armor's coming off piece by piece. The whole darn thing so they can't later turn around and be all "But Keith, we want to check this or that!!!"

So eventually, he's just wearing skin tight full body white underarmor. Ain't that fun.

Armor is clean. ...Except for the boy musk.]