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

[panglici]

I don't know. If that's a whole type of novel I don't know, I live in the mountains and I haven't had time to go into a city in... in a very, very long time, and we weren't there for books, and anyway Yuta, I was expecting "why did you accuse me, too", not more questions!

[cellpreservation]

I just don't think it was Yasu, okay?! That's all.

[holyironmade]

I will accuse Yasu, so that her guilt can be disproven. That is what my brilliant friend deserves.

In the meantime I must say... Yuta, that is suspiciously similar to the type of phrasing Reika would have used.

[cellpreservation]

Oh yeah? You think so?

[panglici]

You said I was useful alive. You are too, you idiot! Tell me I'm wrong!

[cellpreservation]

Obviously!

I'm not suicidal.

[holyironmade]

With the paint, I think it is likely the culprit wanted to live.

[cellpreservation]

You could think that.

[panglici]

Neither am I, but if we don't answer this right everyone dies a lot faster than starving to -

To -

Someone who succeeded would live, but you can't mean that. You can't. Please... you don't, right?

[cellpreservation]

Carrie...

[Especially as the blue paint comes to light, too.]

[panglici]

So the rest of us succeeded, then. This isn't fair. You saved the rest of us, and now....

[In a voice only able to be heard by a podium neighbor:]

We'll kick that bastard's ass for you and everyone.

[cellpreservation]

[He nods. And, voice just as quiet:]

You better. There's- there's people who were depending on me.