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

Comments

[symbologic]

[He wants to be alone right now....he thinks. He's pretty sure? Being alone sounds pretty great right now. But even so, he can at least handle human interaction, even if he doesn't particularly want it.]

[Also, it's Poland. Has he ever been able to say no to Poland?]

Yes, Poland? Can I help you with something?

[sobowtor]

...No.

[Poland moves on to grab at Faize's hands and squeeze them in her palms.

If he can handle that she'll just straight up jump to hugging him.]

[symbologic]

[If he can't handle hand holding, he's not giving any outward signs of it. So hug away, Poland. Even if Faize is initially about as responsive as a cardboard cut out. Will there ever come a day when he isn't at least momentarily caught off guard by a surprise Earth hug? Maybe. But not today.]

[After a few moments though, he does return it, albeit stiffly.]

[sobowtor]

[It's okay Faize you be as stiff as you want.]

...I'm sorry.

[Mamo Poland. Might have given some life choice counseling that was not even the slightest bit wrong to follow but... it's seems to have ended up being a very painful thing for Faize.

[symbologic]

[One day he'll get better at this hugging thing. He was making some real progress with Alisha! But now she's dead so we're back to "how does physical affection".]

...there's nothing to apologize for. I know it's just...something people say. But...you did nothing wrong.

[sobowtor]

I know. It's just.

It's just really terrible and sad. Even if it's not my fault I just wanted you to know I'm sorry... that it hurts.

[symbologic]

......

[Faize's grip on Poland tightens so that he's actually giving her a real goddamn hug. He hangs his head a little too, as though he's trying to bury it in her shoulder but can't actually manage that since he's a litle taller than her now thanks to his stupid uniform boots.]

[He's still not really sure if he wants apologies, since really the only one who has anything to apologize for is the killer, but this one...this one he can probably let slide.]