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]

That's...

[He's not going to protest the nerd part because arguing with her will probably just reinforce it?? Instead, he's silent for a few seconds, clearly struggling with how to answer that.]

...Yeah. I couldn't remember back home, either. Some things happened, and... I lost a lot of my memory.

[detanimetion]

[Propping her chin up on her hand.]

Then it seems to me like you've got two options? You can either do nothing like a total weenie and hope that the memory of your talent comes back, which might never happen. Or you can work hard at whatever it is you think you might be good at. If it happens to be your talent is, then great, you just got better at it! And if not, at least you've picked up something new, so no loss there.

[hopefragment]

That's the problem. I don't even know where to start with what I'm good at!

[Ugh he can't help but snap that a little. It's frustrating!!]