week 1 - trial; day 1

[vicedirector]

seven vices case 1 trial, day 1 ♫ saturday At 9AM, every television will go off, loud enough to wake anyone sleeping. The calm, apathetic voice will advise everyone to gather in the chapel for the trial. Static will continue to blare in the head of anyone dillydallying. Once all of the guests have gathered in the chapel, the doors will lock. Most of the pews have been moved aside to allow for more space, and a few tables have been set up on the altar. On the first, there is an additional copy of the rulebook, and the information cards of the victim and suspects laid out, with space for the suspects to provide their whereabouts, as well as an autopsy report. There is also a large wheeled chalkboard upon which you may write theories. On the second table is a pitcher of water and some glasses, as well as very simple sandwiches and pastries. The door behind the altar has finally been unlocked. It's a rather plain room with an area set off by a folding screen. Inside, you will find a table on which the victim's body has been laid out. Next to the table, two black and white photographs have been hung on the screen. they are close ups of the victim's body, as it was found when the body discovery announcement chimed. A few sticks of incense burn in the corner to avoid any smells. At 6PM, the trial will adjourn. Everyone will be escorted back to the hotel by Miata, after which everyone is allowed to head to either the kitchen to get dinner, or to their rooms. Attempting to wander off into the other areas of the hotel will trigger the static alarms in everyone's heads/televisions. >Discuss? victim suspects         cast setting rulebook

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[herbgrace]

This isn't the time for joking around. [Lithuania knows Poland too well to believe she's seriously suggesting Vegeta, of course.]

[herbgrace]

That could be a good point. If he asked someone to go with him or someone asked him to accompany them, I would be more suspicious of someone who went to a different floor just to ask me to do so. [Unless it was Poland, of course, but that's an exception.]

[dhaosu]

Yes.

[ He really doesn't, so Urashima is right on that. Regardless, he can tell the trial was affecting him just like the others. ]

I can see why... he certainly did not.

[ ... ]

Hn, the killer must have indeed been 'hurting' if they succumbed to it and decided it would be in their best interests to kill someone to relieve their own suffering from that motive.

[princessantly]

Let's see...

[ One more thorough search of the closet-- how are your blue outfits, Hanyuu? Anything hidden under your fallen garments? ]

[princessantly]

[ If she had to be honest, she feels a little ill. Not to the extent of throwing up or coughing up blood like some of their companions, but as soon as she reaches the lobby, the weight of everything just kind of... slams into her.

Someone she could have considered a friend is dead, and they still have no decisive way of knowing who did it. If they can't figure it out, there's a good chance someone innocent will die, and that's hardly the thing she wants.

Not that she says any of that, but anyone can find her settled in the lobby, polishing her armor.

... For a good few hours. ]

[princessantly]

I don't believe Sir Vegeta would bother worrying about him staying asleep with his confidence in his abilities, to the point where he could simply knock him unconscious himself.

But whoever did this may not have been comfortable with the prospect of him waking up and standing a chance of defending himself.

[dhaosu]

...

[ Dhaos has no need for retiring immediately to his room, so, you know, he decides to check upon the polite princess. Although he doesn't say that. ]

You seemed to have polished that diligently enough that I believe it perhaps has a sheen to it. Surely, you have done enough of that now, correct?

[hopefragment]

[Hinata can be found rather morosely eating the spaghetti noodles. Papyrus keeps talking about spaghetti, so now he feels like he needs to eat some?? He doesn't really seem to be tasting them if he is eating them, though, most of his attention focused on his provided notepad. He must be taking some really important notes on the trial, or maybe working out a plan to save everybody from having to vote tomorrow?

...Nope, he's just doodling. There's not even any actual pictures, just a series of squiggly lines and circles, sometimes boxes intersecting them. It's just an incredibly uncreative doodle.

If anyone comes to sit near him, he'll stop immediately, grateful for the distraction.]

Hey... how're you holding up?

[Unless you're Vegeta. Vegeta just gets a kind of sullen shake of the head and a return to doodling. Because he's an asshole. A most-likely innocent asshole! But an asshole nonetheless.]

[hopefragment]

[Heavily armored girls are not something Hinata specializes in. Princesses are fine, it's the armor that's kind of intimidating. But... he's too tired of being suspicious that for the moment, he just kind of wavers near her, watching her polish the armor before asking,]

Hey... do you mind if I sit with you?

[He could use the company, and if the already-shiny armor is any indication, she could probably use some company, too.]

[princessantly]

Ah... [ Alisha pauses, glancing down at the black crystal parts of her armor-- before she smiles, lightly embarrassed. ] I suppose so. Tending to my equipment just allows me to shift my focus elsewhere.

[princessantly]

Oh! Sir Hajime-- [ Alisha looks a little surprised (she may have been a bit too focused), but she offers him a smile and a nod. ]

I'd be delighted for your company, truly.

[hopefragment]

Sir?

[He just laughs a little, tiredly, and shakes his head, taking a seat near her and peering curiously toward the armor itself. He's really only seen armor in museums, and then Astrid's unfortunately up-close-and-personal the first day.]

Just... Hajime is fine, really. Or Hinata.

How're you holding up?

[dhaosu]

I see...

[ He folds his arms. ]

I thought that might have been the case, as well as the fact that you wished to be quite diligent in whatever you happened to be doing.

[ She seemed the type, at least. ]

[herbgrace]

[Looks like someone trying to distract themselves, to Lithuania. She tends to do similar sorts of activities.] Are you alright?

[symbologic]

[Faize had gone straight to his room following the trial. But much to his dismay, sleep did not come as easily as he might have hoped. So after a couple hours tossing and turning, he gets dressed again and heads downstairs. Maybe a quick walk outside will help.]

[Except, he doesn't actually make it outside. Which is a good thing because it apparently would have set off alarms and probably pissed a lot of people off.]

Alisha? Have you...been down here this whole time?

[princessantly]

Lady Lithuania...

[ Alisha hesitates here, glancing down at her hands. ]

... I wish I could confidently say yes.

[stupidly]

[He decided to give Alisha some time to herself when he passed by and saw her sitting there, polishing her armor so carefully.

But when he walks by after cooking for Urashima and she's still there... He's definitely walking on over.]

...Have you eaten yet?

[princessantly]

[ Alisha glances up, slightly startled-- and that quickly morphs to chagrin, as she ducks her head a little. ]

I... yes. Has that much time passed?

[ Maybe her sense of time is still trying to readjust. ]

[princessantly]

Hajime, then... [ she pauses, cloth stilling over one of the black crystal parts. ]

... Truthfully, that's a good question. I'm not sure what to feel right now.

[princessantly]

Proper equipment maintenance is absolutely necessary for a knight, after all.

[ Even though this is totally excessive. ]

[princessantly]

Hm? [ A pause, a blink-- anyone else might have debated lying, to prevent worry, but Alisha values honesty, so she finally shakes her head. ]

I haven't had much of an appetite.

[symbologic]

[He takes a seat across from her.]

A few hours, yes. I believe your armor can back me up on that.

[Unless she's going for the "knight in far-too-shining armor" look?]

[dhaosu]

Yes.

[ If he were someone with humor he may have tried to crack a joke to lighten the mood, but sadly he was not. Still, maybe talking through it could ... assist. ]

...Was his death weighing on your mind?

[stupidly]

[HE DOESN'T WANT TO LIVE THAT LONG.

But he won't respond to that, either. What a vaguely grumpy kinda bleak guy... The dish is well sizzling by now, though, and he'll step to the side a little.]

Would you like to do a taste test?

[hopefragment]

...Yeah, me either. I don't know what's worse, being trapped in that chapel all day arguing, or being stuck here waiting for it to start up again.

[He sighs and leans back, resting his head against the wall and staring up at the ceiling before tossing her another wan smile.]

So... let's talk about something else. What's your everyday life like, back home? If I can ask that.