week 8 - trial; day 1

[vicedirector]

seven vices case 8 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? victim   suspects      cast setting rulebook

Comments

[dhaosu]

I... I...

[ He doesn't know what to say. ]

Then... do not change? You are alright the way you are. I already know how kind you are, so I do not see how calling you 'sweet' would change that. I'd rather sound a little more genuine than that.

[ He tries to comfort people. But he's been through some bad times, so he's bad at it.... ]

[sobowtor]

[Welp.

An attempt was sorta made.]

So say it how you wanna say it but nicer.

[dhaosu]

...

[ He doesn't know how to say it nicer than the way he said it, but he's starting to feel embarrassed. His eyes flicker to the side... maybe he could dash out to make an exit... he's not feeling so well Poland. Why do you do this to him. ]

I thought that was fine...I cannot think of the words, so I hope it suffices for now.

[ Can he just make a break for it, because he just tries to slip out now. ]