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

[hashtagwoof]

... You we're going to date him. You fell in love and wanted to date him. Is that what you mean to say?

[ He can't think of anything else she could be implying here. ]

[holyironmade]

That is... the opposite... of what I meant...!

[She's shaking here and can barely get her parched voice out which is a good thing.]

He! Was! In love with me! When I treasured him as a friend! And if I had been able to accept his feelings then maybe he would have been distracted from—but instead you all think—you all think I killed—

It's treason!!

[gotnothing]

[ Frowns a little. ]

Yeah, you probably could do better.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Quietly:]

Agreed.

[holyironmade]

There is more to life than doing better. Human beings are not planks of wood replaced in a ship.

[canreallymove]

Treason?? What are you even talking about!?

[holyironmade]

Stop insisting I killed my friend and forcing me to reveal personal details about him. It is hurtful. I will admit that I suspect a human child such as myself most strongly. I will continue to submit to the checks. Humility is among the virtues I embody, after all.

You are fortunate. If I were a normal girl as some of you wish, I would sit under my podium and cry.

[canreallymove]

...Look, man, I'm not here to be a jerk. I'm trying to figure out who did it! And this is stuff we need to know if we're gonna mark you as innocent or guilty!

And yeah, right now you're one of the more likely suspects. That's why if we wanna get this right you gotta help us disprove it was you. And if you really liked him like that, and didn't want to kill him, then wouldn't you want people to know that?

I just want the truth so we can get out alive, man! Somethin' like this is important to know!