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

[disapproved]

[ and, exiting the chapel, morrigan heads to around the bonfire. convenient for lighting, obviously. ]

You must be swift in your investigation. Since arriving, I am, unfortunately, only able to maintain the form for a short time.

[ it isn't immediate; instead, morrigan raises her hands in the air, seemingly conjuring something into existence. it takes about thirty seconds before she runs forth, her body changing all at once, white light surrounding her (and maybe her polygon count going down). she's a dog alright. ]

[princessantly]

[ We're gonna say Alisha managed a quick trip to grab some meat from the kitchen, which she'll hold out for Doggigan to bite as she crouches. This... isn't something she's used to seeing, but it sure is impressive-looking. ]

[fluorospar]

[Selena promised privacy, so privacy's what you're getting--carry on without her, she's there as Extra but she won't look until given permission anyway.]

[disapproved]

[ Morrigan will paw her way over to the meat, taking a large chomp. she rips a piece off, but spits it out — she isn't hungry. for good measure, she also lifts her paw and leaves a good scratch in the meat, also for comparison.

Morrigan isn't one to play with her food.

either way, after that's out of the way, she sits on her haunches and looks up to Alisha, as if to ask if there's anything else she needs. ]

[princessantly]

That should be more than sufficient-- thank you very much, Lady Morrigan.

[ And as she straightens up-- ] Lady Selena, would you mind comparing this to the... marks on the bodies?

[ SHE'S SEEN ENOUGH OF THEM... ]

[fluorospar]

Ah, very well.

[SHE WILL...accept the meat somewhat grimly, but it's not like she's unused to dead bodies, though the ones she leaves behind are usually barbecued.

And, to Morrigan before she goes:]

Thank you for your cooperation.

[disapproved]

[ in a flash, she's rising up to once again tower over alisha, fully human. ]

Yes, well. I hope you the truth you seek.

[princessantly]

I do, as well. I want to see this through.

[ as painful as it already is. ]