week 7 - trial; day 1

[vicedirector]

seven vices case 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? victims suspects cast setting rulebook

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[crazily]

[ It almost seems like he was afraid of that with how his expression shifts. His hand drops back to his side, but he makes no effort to unfold the letters and read them. It seems he wasn't kidding about not wanting to read them now, but that's because Break really does fit his designation. He's too proud to read anything like this in someone else's company.

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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[sobowtor]

Seems like it... [Poland looks like she's mulling over something... before rushing back over to the safe to grab her turtle really quickly.]

Um. Yeah. I think that's it...

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[sobowtor]

[...Poland never thought she'd miss the scent of second hand cigarettes.]

Do you want a minute anyways?

I'll wait outside.

[crazily]

I'll read them tonight. If there's anything important, I'll share it tomorrow.

[ 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.

[sobowtor]

... [Poland won't read her note until later too. She'd definitely cry otherwise.]

Alright. Let's go find who did this then.