week 7 - trial; day 2

[vicedirector]

seven vices case 7 trial, day 2 ♫ sunday 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, after which everyone is expected to have cast their votes. >Discuss? victims suspects VOTING cast setting rulebook

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[crazily]

[ The hit against his kneecaps just gets Break to smile in a way that's rather clearly unhinged, but everything else that follows is rather quick. He hears people approach, which is expected, and he even shifts to defend himself instinctually, but.

He's surprised when he finds that he doesn't have to. When Rhys crumples, that immediately seems to take the wind out of Break's sails and calms him down quickly. He murmurs a curse, but Break is at least quick to drop the can as if to say "look, I'm not going to use it anymore," and he kneels beside Rhys. Though at least Sadie can take some pleasure to see how he winces as he does so, and how he's supporting his weight on the opposite leg from the one she kicked.

He is... actually not sure what to do, though. Moral support? He places a hand on Rhys's shoulder lightly. ]

Are you... [ How does he express concern? This is weird, okay. ] Are you okay?

[jackhole]

[ this is a pretty weird reaction, break! like rhys is definitely shooting him a baffled glance up at him before nodding sort of awkwardly and oh, wait. right. he lifts his flesh hand up to awkwardly pat break's hand in assurance. ]

Yeah, it's -- erk. I've got a really hard, uh, chest?

[ man, why does he always get beat up? all the time! it's like the universe hates him or something. after that he'll push up from the floor and wheeze out a little as he rubs his flesh hand into his chest to soothe the bruise. he shoots a glare over in yoite and sadie's direction but yes, okay. he's fine now. ]

We're cool, bro. Totally cool. Couldn't just let him kick you in the chest, you know?

[crazily]

[ Break is still surprised, but he just ends up laughing. It almost seems bitter, but honestly, he's touched. He's just. Super bad at expressing it. At least there's a grateful look somewhere in his expression, even if it's hidden under several layers of Break being a stubborn old man. ]

...I'm not that frail, you know. I could have taken it.

[ But with the handpat, he'll at least move to stand. He doesn't offer Rhys help to get up, but that's because this doesn't usually go well... He would if he didn't want to cough blood on you, dude. ]