THIRD TRIAL

[whimsicalism]

THIRD TRIAL

THE CONTAINMENT CENTER

Still hungry, and perhaps with some new fashionable shoe colors, the students are herded into the elevator, which is lined with a plastic tarp this week. With the elevator becoming a perpetually emptier space, there's plenty of room for the Prefect herself to squeeze in next to everyone else, standing at the front of the group and ineffectively covering the side of her head with her free hand as soon as the tearing screen of metal and high-buzzing florescent lights kicks in.

The descent this time takes the group of students past several new chambers. The first is occupied by a grotesque caricature of a lunch lady, who ladles unidentifiable pitch black goop onto a constantly rotating line of trays as she smiles at the group with a single tooth. The clown, ever present for the show with his dwindling collection of balloons, rides a tiny tricycle through pools of spilled acrylic paint, the wheels squeaking as they paint out blood red patterns on the cell floor. The last chamber the students will see before arriving in the trial room is completely empty, save for a cloudy grey fog that blinks inside it like a thundercloud.

Instead of the usual black ram emblem on the telecom screen, the Principal's flame-wreathed silhouette is visible this week, though his chair is turned away from the camera and only the outline of his back seems to be visible. There's an empty container of Rocky Road ice cream sitting next to him on a side table, the spoon still balanced in the carton. The entire trial room itself smells like the lunch time rush at a cafeteria or fast food restaurant, the smells of grilling meat, roasting vegetables, and sweet dessert occasionally passing through a chamber that is completely devoid of any actual food.

With some hesitation, Nanami goes to the desk next to the podiums and takes her old seat. She glances back at the projector screen, then her shoulders slump forward and she leans down against the desk.

"It's happened again. Valmont, the... Boss...Baby. Has been killed. Maybe this really will go on forever, until no one is left... Anyway, you need to find out what happened if you want to live and not starve. ...Don't forget the rules. Get started."

As she finishes speaking a sheep walks around the trial room, handing everyone an apple and some graham crackers. Of course, even Nanami gets a small treat. The Little Brother glances at the shape of Father in his chair before quietly placing a finger to it's robotic face only for the angry voice of your Principal rings out. "Hey! Don't--ah, forget it. That'll get you through the trial. Maybe you'll bust a gut or something. What are you waiting for?! You heard Miss Kiryuu, start already!"

Investigation | Podium Layout | Locations | IC Profiles | IC Rules | IC Evidence Presentation | Evidence List | NPC Questions | Dorm Map | Paint Map

OOC NOTES

Welcome to the third trial! Consider this your reminder to make sure to get in your Week 2 AC by tomorrow's weekly post and to start getting your Week 3 AC ready to submit. Make sure to get your regains in by tomorrow night!

Remember, if you can carry it you probably can bring it. We mainly want to discourage corpse desecration, if we can, so while the body itself isn't allowed into the trial most things are. If your character has access to a piece of evidence and you don't know if you can bring it in, you can either ask the mods privately if that's possible or by pinging them in the post itself. If a piece of evidence is forgotten, you can either assume retroactively that someone did or that the sheep brought it in to make sure that everything is tidy.

As always, just put MODS in the header of your comment to get our attention for any clarification.

Good luck!

Comments

EVIDENCE PRESENTATION

[whimsicalism]

[Paint us a picture.]

Re: EVIDENCE PRESENTATION

[lets_dewey_it]

_{[Dewey places the towels he found in the Laundry Room on his podium.]} These were in one of the washing machines. They have dirt stains, and when I first got them, they were damp, like they've been in the washer for a while.

MODS

[violence_ensues]

[Adorabat raises a wing.]

How much dirt was on it?

[whimsicalism]

[Not a lot. Maybe a couple little streaks.]

[shinedsobright]

[crunching the apple, it is the best apple of his life. Especially after what he did to himself in the investigation. RIP Fret's tastebuds.]

Thamks, sheep! You're my bavorite! Aw, I can't get enough! [he monchin'.]

Anyway, somefing red-brown dissolved in a spot of the pool in the sens-dep room, dunno for sure what it was though! Probably blood? It was bitter!!

[Meanwhile, the tasty bonus adds +2 to Fret's defense score!]

Mods?

[keyringwitness]

Er... how do you know it was bitter?

[fret, please, you can't be that stupid,]

Wait, wait. That's not relevant. Did the color in the pool match t- the stains we found on the towels?

[She presents the towels that Dewey found.]

[shinedsobright]

That was... part of my investigation!

[he is.]

[whimsicalism]

[Slightly, but there's no red on the towels.]

[shinedsobright]

Hmm, that's a maybe for me... These don't look as red.

[hashtagwoof]

... Why did you try to eat the reddish brownish thing?

THE BODY

[canreallymove]

[Yeah, ok. He'll take the food. His hands were shaking after the body search.

He had to focus. Deep breaths, and...he brings Nicole out and turns on his notes.]

Ok...here's what we got.

Dylan and I checked the body out. The dude died probably five to seven hours from when we found him. He had a slit throat, but he had two injuries on his neck. The way it looked, though, Dylan and I were pretty sure that both injuries were made by the same weapon, and...probably at the same time. This is because, um, the way the cuts looks were...curved?

Also his shoes were gone, and there were drag marks leadin' from the dorms to where his body was, at the entrance to the playground. He also didn't have a lot of blood around him. I think you guys can figure out what that probably all means-he wasn't killed where his body was found and his shoes were taken away because it had somethin' important on them.

[He rubs his nose nervously. He hopes he's doing this right. Also, here's a picture he scribbled super quick.]

Also, the paint. We all saw it, right?

Also, did I miss anything, Dylan?

[hashtagwoof]

If I had a penny for every time paint was involved in a murder, I'd have two pennies.

Not a lot, yeah, but also why?

[violence_ensues]

[After consuming her snacks rather ravenously, Adorabat is, in fact, feeling a little better, if only because she has a little bit more in her stomach than the last few days. The first thing she honed in on were the fact the weapons were curved. She pictures in her head curved weapons being sheathed and it only makes sense for it to be one way and not the other.]

Um... does that mean the murderer used something like a katana? Or maybe a scimitar?

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[It takes a second for Dylan to respond. Why? Well...that apple isn't lasting very long in his presence. It's pretty much half eaten by the time Sonic says the Dalmatian's name.]

Uh-[Gulping down the food.]-just two things, I think? No signs of him trying to fight back, and...you found a hunting knife with Valmont, didn't you?

[cellpreservation]

[You're going to have to hold up until he finishes devouring those graham crackers first. Okay? Okay.

Once he's got that much in him, he holds up a garbage bag.]

I found school shoes in the oven... I think. They were burning, and it caused a bunch of smoke.

[They also, if anyone wants to examine them, smell terrible.]

[canreallymove]

--!!!

AH!

[POINTPOINTPOINTPOINT]

OK! OK!!!! THEYGOTTABEVALMONTSRIGHT????

[temmapathy]

[Emma starts out by unrolling a piece of paper that she's scribbled a quick map of the rooms and their corresponding paint colors on.]

There was paint dumped in front of all the rooms, though not much in front of 21. I also found a trail of blood that looked like something was dragged towards where Valmont was found. I'm guessing that was...him.

Oh, and there were also a few spots of blood in front of Dylan's door.

[hashtagwoof]

Remind me who's living in room 21?

[keyringwitness]

...how could you tell? It should've mixed in with the paint if it was in front of Dylan's door...

Had it already dried under the paint?

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

...we know he didn't die where he was found, and...he was dragged out of the dorms...

He...he died in front my room, didn't he?

[WELP, THAT'S GONNA BE ON HIS CONSCIENCE FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE!]

LETTER

[holyironmade]

Carrie told me about investigating Valmont's room.

It is very strange... because I thought he... imagined a future at my side.

[copycut]

[ ...Kuro sighs. ]

He wasn't exactly hardened to pain, like you or me. It's not surprising that it got to him.

[cellpreservation]

[Reading the letter in disgust.]

Idiot.

[canreallymove]

...He...did?

[panglici]

He mentioned a promise. Was that to you?