cartesianism | Week 4

Week 4: Trial

It's dawn when the Sergeant calls everyone to the courtroom. Despite the early hour, the tribunes of the room are as full as the last two times, sleepy townspeople glaring and looking at the visitors with distrust. The Sergeant told everyone to get to their spots. Anyone who looks behind them, will see the bailiffs carrying Sting Eucliffe away, who is trying to resist them but doesn't seem to have enough strength to do that well.

"Don't worry about him. That guy ate a lot of ice and frost for reasons I don't understand, and now he has a very bad cold. I don't want him making everyone in this room sick, so he's excused. No, that's not a hint all of you should get sick to avoid these trials."

There are more podiums draped in black now. Clarisse, Eric Lecarde, and Jughead Jones have joined the dead, and their podiums look lonely without their occupants.

With a twirl of the gavel, the Sergeant recites:

"Today the trial will focus on solving the murder of..."

He takes a PDA out of his pocket, and holds it in the air. The PDA's text-to-voice software says: 'Forsythe'

"...Pendleton Jones the Third. The circumstances need no introduction, we all are aware of them. Here are your suspects"

Once everyone had a moment to see the faces in the photos, the Sergeant adds:

"By the way, there are two separate culprits today. Yes, two of these five people directly caused Jughead's death. When it's time to vote, remember to vote for two different people."

Let the trial begin.

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[I am also sorry!!

But she turns back to him, her eyes narrowing as she lets go.]

Seems like you were pretty determined to make sure they were clean. Why?

Because I care about grooming myself. Have you ever considered that? I’m the only one here in this sort of attire.

I've considered that it's clear you went overboard with it for some reason. I don't care about your damn attire.

Because I don’t want grime under my nails!

Grime from what, exactly? Grime that you had last night?

We are living in a DIRTY SAND-FILLED TOWN!

We both know that's bullshit. You wouldn't have to use that much soap unless you were trying to cover the smell of something else, would you?

I’m being honest! What do I have to say to convince you?

Did any of the smell stick to his clothes?

...I didn't smell it.

[She glances his way.]

Jacket, one more time.

[Hands...hands it back.]

[Time to!! Smell this jacket!! This is happening, sure.]

[ You're going to hate this response but it just smells like clean. We cannot emphasize how much Fraiser values this jacket. ]

—Seriously, hygiene or not, nobody would take this much care if they didn't have anything to hide!

[!] Niwatori's birds saw someone who was completely covered up! That means no grime would have reached his usual clothes.

You didn't dust it off this time. [SO MUCH STARING]

Rose already admitted to poisoning Jughead. Which means he was the one that shot him— cleaning thoroughly would help him take off the gunpowder from himself and his clothes.