week 1 - trial; day 2

[vicedirector]

seven vices case 1 trial, day 2 ♫ sunday 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 5PM, the trial will close, after which everyone is expected to have cast their votes. >Discuss? victim suspects   VOTING cast setting rulebook

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[smileleftbehind]

That you aren't hiding something hidden under your clothes.

[keepshispride]

[He's wearing the blue fighting outfit he arrived in again. He spreads his arms out to better show it off. There isn't much room to hide stuff in this thing, Cheshire.]

Do you think I'm hiding a hidden confession in my boot, perhaps?

[Vegeta, no one thinks you did it.]

[smileleftbehind]

Why does everyone want to keep their clothes on so bad!? It isn't that cold!

[keepshispride]

Because we aren't all vulgar imbeciles looking for an excuse to strip in public!

[But ugh, fine. Off come the boots, the gloves and his blue unitard.

The gloves and boots are made of the same tough, surprisingly flexible material and there's nothing in them. The boots probably don't smell great, though, since they're what Vegeta's been wearing every day for the past two weeks. The outfit is a one piece, dark blue and the material isn't something you'd find on normal Earth fashion. It's very tough, but also somewhat elastic. On the inner side of the back collar, there's a black logo printed with no other manufacturing information.

... And Vegeta's keeping his black boxers on thank you very much, so he's not naked. But while he is indeed super buff and covered in scars, none of them look recent or suspicious. And that's all the information Cheshire is getting until he goes for a closer look.]

[smileleftbehind]

[Cheshire inspects it all carefully, scrunching his nose at the boots but searching it all the same. He's going to circle Vegeta to double check there's nothing on him. How tight are those boxers?]

[keepshispride]

[TIGHT ENOUGH TO MERIT AN UNCOMFORTABLE LOOK WHEN CHESHIRE STARTS STARING AT THEM meaning you can see the outline of everything fairly well, he's probably not hiding an extra sixty corpses in there.

If he's circling Vegeta, Cheshire will probably notice a scar on Vegeta's lower back that looks a lot rougher than the others. Like a little nub of scarred flesh where his tail would be if he had one.]

[smileleftbehind]

[Cheshire won't say anything else, and just hands back Vegeta's clothes. At least the cat man didn't look like he was interested at all.

[keepshispride]

[He's a married man, after all!! Yeah, he gets dressed without a word and then walks off. Bye.]