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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[hopefragment]

[Just... holding his hands up and patting air. Shh, shh... He's still smiling though.]

Right, right, I got it. Don't worry, once I get back to my room, I'll take the picture out and keep it somewhere so no one will see it in my notepad.

[dereban]

...

[ Just give her a moment to compose herself, sucking in a breath. ]

Good. Anyway, I have some time to kill, so let's talk [ about anything else ] about some stupid shit. Like... do you prefer big or small breasts?

[ I N A B A ]

[hopefragment]

Yeah, alri--?!

W-what kind of question is that?!

[His voice definitely cracks there. A girl definitely isn't supposed to be asking that kind of question!! And definitely not where anyone can overhear!!]

[dereban]

Oh, that was a good reaction.

[ She sounds rather amused as she places her hands on her hips. ]

I did say it was a stupid question, Hinata. So, do you have an answer?

[hopefragment]

I'm not answering that! Why would you even want to know?!

[Save him, he's 2Pure for this.]

[dereban]

Hm... I guess you could say that I thought it would be more interesting?

[hopefragment]

No way am I answering that. Try again.

[He will show that picture to literally everyone if she keeps it up-!]

[dereban]

What is this, twenty questions? That means you'll have to ask me some questions after. [ Also ugh, that blackmail... don't do it, Hinata?? ] Fine. I'll give you something slightly better.

Based on physical appearance alone, who here is the cutest?

[ Inaba 'is the worst' Himeko... ]

[hopefragment]

There's no way I'm answering that either, come on! No matter what I pick, it's going to be the wrong answer.

[Try Roxy for this kind of game!]

Why do you care who I think is cute, anyway?

[Ah. So there is at least one person he thinks is cute.]

[dereban]

... Why the hell would there even be a wrong answer?

[ ????? ]

Because I'm an investigator who likes learning about gossip. [ She's not lying, to say the least. ]

[hopefragment]

Because either someone will end up offended or with hurt feelings, or worse, will take anything I say the complete wrong way!

[dereban]

You're a kind person, you know that?

[ She just smiles at him, although that smile seems... distant. ]

[hopefragment]

...

[Ugh is it his fault that smile is distant. Did he upset her. This is why he doesn't like this game.]

How come when you say that, it still makes me feel like I've done something wrong?

[dereban]

[ She frowns before sighing, running fingers through her hair. ]

You haven't. It's me who's done something wrong, sorry.