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

VOTING

[whimsicalism]

Oh, come on! You were so close!

[The sheep start moving around and handing out ballots once more.]

Just vote again, alright?! I need another gallon of rocky road...

Re: VOTING

[lets_dewey_it]

_[Yuta.]

[temmapathy]

[>Yuta]

[violence_ensues]

[Adorabat looks for the option to vote for the prissipull.

...

...

She can't find it.]

[keyringwitness]

Yuta.

[cellpreservation]

[Slamming down on the button for Yuta Takizawa and giving the Principal his best shit-eating grin.]

Hey, are you going to be a coward too?

Just admit it: reason you locked up our powers was because you're scared we could take you down, isn't it?!

[imprefect]

What did I tell you...? Did you hear anything I said at all?

[She's looking down at her hands, including the one he probably helped bandage.]

[cellpreservation]

[He does look over to her, mouthing: sorry.]

[imprefect]

That's not going to cut it!

[Yelling at him now isn't going to do any good, but she's still doing it.]

Now the rest of us have to...!

[cellpreservation]

[Welp. Nothing else he can really do about that.

He just grits his teeth and faces the screen again, expression defiant.]

hope threadcrashing is okay, given yelling...

[panglici]

Have to what?

[whimsicalism]

If you want to play, I know what to do.

[cellpreservation]

[Gritting his teeth, tense and ready to go.]

[holyironmade]

Then show us...!

[She steps out from behind the podium to pray dramatically.]

Show us your power, Yuta Takizawa!

[panglici]

Why pretend we have a choice?

[Nevertheless, she votes for Yuta.]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Hesitation, hesitation, hesitation. Dylan does it so much when voting, it almost seems like his middle name.

But...this time, instead of picking up that paper, writing down that name, and submitting his vote...he puts the paw down.

He can't do it. Not this time.

Dylan abstains.]

[hashtagwoof]

...

[ He doesn't vote immediately. Instead, he goes up to Yuta himself... ]

I can't believe you actually went and... Ugh. [ He's not happy. He is not happy at all, but he really should have seen something like this coming a mile away, with how people have been dropping week by week.

He's trying to swallow any lingering feelings of rage and despair, but his voice seems strained from doing so. ] I'll take care of the cafeteria thing tonight. The bastard did say we'd have proper food after this trial.

[cellpreservation]

...Yeah. Yeah, thanks.

[As long as someone does it, since he'll be...]

[hashtagwoof]

[ He frowns. ] I can't believe you actually went out and killed someone.

[ It's disappointing. Horrifying. Infuriating. And Hunter thought Yuta was the sensible kid he could trust to be reasonable! ]

[cellpreservation]

It's not like I planned it. I just looked outside my room and he was right in front of Dylan's door on a Thursday night.

1/2

[hashtagwoof]

. . .

[ That sure complicates matters, doesn't it? ]

You're pretty good at making it look like it was planned, I'll give you that...

2/2

[hashtagwoof]

[ He sighs. ]

There's got to be a way to get rid of that bastard. Going at him directly's too risky, but there's no way he's totally invulnerable... Right?

[holyironmade]

Yuta Takizawa.

[copycut]

[ Yuta Takizawa. ]

[canreallymove]

[...

No. He glares at the Pricinpal, silently. He meant what he said to Yuta.

He abstains.]