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sevenvices2016-04-02 02:42 pm
vicedirector) wrote in sevenvices2016-04-02 02:42 pm
week 7 - 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? setting rulebook |
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Also the one of Rhys. But only because she thinks Gilbert would want him to have it because he is a nicer person than either herself or Rhys. ...definitely nicer than Rhys.]
Okay I can handle that.
[Poland goes to rifle through the closet. Patting them all down. Picking through the pockets. Checking the linings of the clothes. Gently shaking things out.
Then she'll move onto the dresser by opening all the drawers. She'll gently unfold everything and do the same she did for the clothes in the closet. She'll even try to refold them. Although it's not as nice as how Gilbert had done it.]
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But no okay, the closet won't have anything strange in it. Gilbert's pockets are empty save an unused handkerchief in one jacket's breastpocket. The linings are all in one piece, nothing falls out when shaken, nothing is otherwise out of place in the closet. All of the clothes are VERY CLEAN, as to be expected from Gilbert.
In the dresser, congrats! Underneath his shirts, she'll find another bundle of letters. These ones are addressed to familiar names. The clothing is all fine, though; no stains, rips, or anything otherwise out of place.
Break will find nothing of note around the TV or beds. However, there are some folded pieces of paper behind the clock... If Poland looks over, they'll seem to be blank at first. However, Break will be able to feel indentations across all of them, as if Gilbert pressed a dry pen hard enough to leave clear imprints of words. It seems this is how he's written his letters for Break.]
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[ Break pulls the pieces of paper from behind the clock with a smile, and he sounds pleased. He didn't actually know they were there, but he had expected that Gilbert would hide something a bit better than the rest of the other, more sentimental letters. He's about to hand them to Poland to give them a look, but he feels the ridge on one of the pieces of paper and pauses.
His expression flattens surprisingly quickly, but he still turns towards Poland to hold the pieces of paper out to her. ]
What do these say?
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They must be for you.
Here. [She'll give him the note pad too, flipping it to the picture of Break.] I know you can't see it, but there's a picture of you that Gilbert drew on this note pad. It's of you knitting. It's really nice so you should take it too.
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He seems at a loss for what to do with himself until Poland reaches out to hand him the notepad. His gaze does look down towards it, but of course he can't see a single detail there. With his hand full, he doesn't reach to try and feel them out, but he exhales a single, shaky sigh as he closes his eye. He bows his head lightly, then straightens as he sets the notebook on top of the carton of letters so that he can carry it back. The "blank" notes are tucked into his breast pocket, since he won't read those until later tonight. If there's anything important in them, he'll let everyone know tomorrow.
His expression is one that's very clearly upset with both anger and sorrow written into the lines of his face. Yet even so, his voice is completely cool and controlled. ]
That's everything, I assume? There's no reason to linger here any longer.
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Um. Yeah. I think that's it...
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Do you want a minute anyways?
I'll wait outside.
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[ He starts to walk towards the door, so it seems like he's fairly set on not reading them now. He appreciates the concern, distantly, but he's trying to keep it together... He'll probably thank her when he remembers his manners. ]
Getting sentimental won't change a thing. It's just a distraction, so I don't have time for it.
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Alright. Let's go find who did this then.