week 3 - trial; day 1

[vicedirector]

seven vices case 3 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? victims   suspects      cast setting rulebook

Comments

[earie]

Nah. I don't really 'eat'. [ Finger quotes. ]

[herbgrace]

[What...] What do you do, then?

[earie]

I guess cotton balls. [ Shrug. ] Anyway, I definitely don't have the energy to do a bunch of murder.

[herbgrace]

What? [Are you eating cotton balls?!]

[earie]

What? [ Is there something wrong with that. ] Do you want me to die?

[herbgrace]

Humans can't survive on cotton balls!

[earie]

Um, obviously they can? [ She's alive?? ]

[herbgrace]

[Lithuania is just increasingly horrified.] What do you eat at home?

[earie]

At home, I actually have sauces I can put on the cotton balls. They go down easier.

[herbgrace]

When is the last time you've had a blood test? [Her vitamins must be off the charts low.]

[earie]

What a ridiculously off-topic question. [ Blood? Vitamins?? ]

Do you really expect me to eat here after someone got bleach coffee'd?

[herbgrace]

I mean that you're going to die of malnutrition at this rate!

[earie]

As long as I don't exert too much energy, my body remains in a state of perfect equilibrium. [ This is why she's sloth. ]

[herbgrace]

Do you think you might want to--[eat real food]--adjust for the situation we're in?

[earie]

With a bunch of murderers poisoning food, people running around with way too much energy killing people and dumping glitter on unsuspecting bystanders?

[herbgrace]

You could make your own food.

[earie]

[ ????? ]

Um? [ That sounds fake. ]

[herbgrace]

Um...? [Lithuania doesn't understand your response.]

[earie]

Um. [ Rolling her eyes. ] I'm kind of, like, a billionaire so I don't, y'know, 'cook'. [ Finger quotes. ]

[herbgrace]

Being able to cook is hardly something you should look down your nose at.

[earie]

We're literally billionaires thanks to people not wanting to cook for themselves. [ Frozen food empire!! Remember! ]

Anyway, I have no idea how to do it so I can't.

[herbgrace]

I could teach you. [Assuming they both survive.]

[earie]

You could teach me how to make poison food. [ But maybe she can use this. ]

Or you can swear to never kill me and then I'd let you cook for me.

[herbgrace]

I'm not going to teach you to make poisoned food, but I can promise not to kill you.

[earie]

Pinkie promise? [ Holding her pinkie out!! ]