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

[cellpreservation]

A katana is a type of Japanese sword. I don't think I've seen one of those around here so far?

[violence_ensues]

What types HAVE you seen?

[cellpreservation]

A bunch of broken ones from the vending machine.

[...Reluctantly:]

And... Kuro had some too, when we found the Prefect in the washing machine.

[violence_ensues]

Could the killer be someone who owns a curved blade?

[canreallymove]

That seems to be the best thought, honestly.

[cellpreservation]

Probably?

I got a sickle yesterday, but I threw it away. I hid it in some bloody clothes I got from the vending machine first, so unless someone decided to dig past those, I don't think that's what got used.

[Because what kind of weirdo sees blood in the trash can and thinks "Let's dig that up just for fun!" while starving to death????]

[canreallymove]

Yeah, I think I got one of those curved sword in my drawer? Not sure though, I think I got it awhile ago.

[copycut]

Mine~ [ She's. Kind of turned her uniform pockets into makeshift sheathes for carrying them, and has in fact been carrying them with her everywhere for the last week, so she pulls free one half of her paired blades and lifts it up to show as much. ] I'd like to think the rest of you know I'd be smart enough not to use my own swords as a murder weapon, but I don't mind if you want to examine them to be safe. Just make sure I get them back, okay?

Other than that... Has anyone else gotten chakram to come out of the vending machine?

[violence_ensues]

[Adorabat glances at the knife, then to Dylan.]

Big bro, do you think you can try smelling blood on it?

[copycut]

[ If Dylan chooses to sniff Kuro's weapons, he'll be able to smell no blood on either of them. There's also no polish or cleaners. ]

[cellpreservation]

Gotten a what?

[copycut]

Hm, let's see... They're a circular blade with a hilt in their center. [ Kuro draws the shape of one in the air with her fingers. ] They can either be thrown or wielded in close range. I'm not sure if there are more of them lying around or not, but still — between your answer and mine, I think we can say any one of us could have gotten their hands on a weapon like that.

I guess that makes the real question, "Which of us would know how to use them?" Two cuts isn't a lot to find on someone's body.

[cellpreservation]

I don't have anything like that.

[And whether or not he could use one is probably a given considering his confusion.]