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

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[symbologic]

[Such a good bro...whatever would Faize do without him? Faize raises his free hand to his face to wipe some of the spaghetti off. Ugh. UGH. He's so done. Just. So done with all this.]

I am fine. [Hey, let's see what's on this paper that was just so imp-- it's garbage. Actual fucking garbage. Faize tosses it aside, looking even more Completely Done than he was a few seconds ago. He plucks a sock off his shoulder and brushes another one free from where it got caught on his ear. Hinata, are you going to help him here or just stand there laughing for another ten minutes, I mean it's whatever, dude.]

[thebonezone]

[getttttt meme'd on!!!!]

[hopefragment]

[Ugh, fine, he'll help you up, you baby. He comes closer and offers the other boy a hand if he'll take it.]

I guess we've learned that no matter which skeleton's room it is, it's going to be a disaster.

[He's still laughing, though.]

[symbologic]

[It finally happened. Somebody actually helped Faize up after he fell down. Bless your beautiful soul, Hinata, you continue to be a better friend then all of the Calnus crew combined. Faize takes his hand gratefully, getting to his feet. There's...there's still spaghetti noodles on his face. And pasta sauce. Also a sock on top of his head. But he's smiling a little because Hinata's laughter is infectious, even if it's aimed at him.]

Yes, I suppose we have...

[Even if this proves nothing with regards to the trial...]