FIFTH TRIAL

[whimsicalism]

Is everyone finished? Good. It's time for a trial.

[The ride to the court room is uneventful this time. There's no breaking of bones or porcelain when you land. The podiums are rather empty, especially now that there's only twenty portraits even if there's twenty one podiums still. Huh. Fancy that! It's almost as if the Storyteller was still bitter.

Though, there definitely feels something off about the court room. It sort of feels like you're being watched but you're not sure.]

Seven is Dead. Time to find out who's responsible. Time for a trial!

Comments

[battlestations]

No, I don't. What are you talking about?

[nothingposh]

Dodger's slang for pickpocket types. Bit rude, but suspect that's on purpose.

[battlestations]

Ohhhhhhhh.

[he learned something today! His mistake. All suspicion dropped from Gavroche.

Not. But he is still wide eyed at that.]

But still, to pick a pocket you have to get really close to someone and then get away without being caught. So isn't it called that because it's similar enough?

[nothingposh]

It's called that 'cause you're dodging the law.

[That's not the actual etymology or anything, that's just what Gavroche assumes.]

If you're a cut and runner, you ain't a dodger.

[battlestations]

Very well, I'll take that into consideration.