FIRST TRIAL

[whimsicalism]

FIRST TRIAL

THE CONTAINMENT CENTER

After all the evidence is collected, the students themselves are as well. The Little Brother units gather them up in orderly fashion, encouraging the line to proceed two-by-two up the hallway beyond the music room and into the newly opened area. When grouped up together, the class just barely fits into the glass-paneled section of the decontamination chamber. It's hard not to wonder if the entire student body was never meant to make it this far in the first place. A short burst of pressurized air later and the panels lift - and, for the first time, the door to the containment facility opens before you. Behind it, an elevator beckons the class in. A Little Brother unit reaches inside, pushes a button, and the lift's real, see-through door closes before the lift begins to lower.

As the elevator descends, the car passes floor after floor of cellblocks. Start florescent lighting casts stark highlights onto each of them, and in those closest to the elevator car, shape after shape is visible. A wolf the size of an elephant with blood-tinged saliva dripping from it's massive fangs. A clown holding 20 multicolored balloons in one hand, a popped and shredded 21st hanging from the other out to you with a gap-toothed grin. A pit of writhing snakes with no beginning and no end. The feeling is comparable to the hungry, lingering gaze from outside the academy's fence. Looking out at the many cells, it's as if there's no barrier between them and the assembled students at all.

The car's moving too fast to see all of them clearly, but careful attention reveals one final detail: Some of them are completely empty. The other noticeable thing is the noise. Snarls, roars, sly chuckles, hissing, and even someone humming a haunting lullaby... they all mix together into a cacophony as you near the final destination.

When the elevator comes to a complete stop, the group is let out into a black-floored room illuminated by the same stark florescent lighting. Luckily, as soon as you go through the doorway the noise suddenly stops. The steep walls extend some two or three stories above without interruption, throwing stern, exaggerating angles reminiscent of brutalism. 21 stone podiums stand in a densely illuminated circle in the center of the room. Each one bears a name of one of the students in the class.

The Prefect is already waiting for everyone, sitting at a long desk backed by a projector screen bearing the same ram insignia from the post-spelling bee dance. Her hands are folded in front of her, and she barely moves.

"Looks like somebody attempted the alternative capstone. A week ago, I never would have believed it... but I know better now. Those who fall behind... just weaken the herd.

Luz, The Owlette, is dead. What a stupid title... I really hated it." The Prefect's expression staggers for a moment, then settles again. "Her murderer's still here, and the only way to prove that you deserve another chance in this school is to find them. Get the exam started."

There's a flicker on the screen behind her as the Principal speaks. "You heard Miss Kiryuu. We're beginning the exam, don't just stand around staring at each other!"

Investigation | Podium Layout | Locations | IC Profiles | IC Rules | Evidence | NPC Questions

OOC NOTES

While played out OOCly on Saturdays, trials ICLY take place the afternoon after investigations are concluded. This means that characters will have only a brief period of rest to gather their thoughts before being brought down. While the podium layout graphic shows room numbers, the real stone does bear characters' names.

The victim's body will not be available for reexamination during the trial but other pieces of evidence small enough to carry/move with you can be brought down into the trial. If you need mod input or NPC input in the middle of a thread please put 'MODS' in the header so we can see. Trials play out until the killer is caught or until around 8pm Eastern, at which point we'll try to wrap up. Good luck!

Comments

[keyringwitness]

[Yasu, shaking like a leaf in the wind, submits to the inspection for everyone to see.

Good news, there are no recent injuries.

Bad news, there is a horrible medical scar stretched across her lower torso. The flesh was clearly sewn up years ago, but the jagged patch of gnarled, discolored skin covers the lower half of her stomach and even disappears beneath her waist, and she is not showing any more to give an idea of the extent of the damage.

As soon as she's confirmed that she's uninjured, Yasu scrambles to cover herself back up and then just

Completely checks out

Done, gone

yasu's not going to be here for the next several moments sorry everybody]

1/2

[canreallymove]

Ah-

[THIS IS NOT WHAT HE ASKED FOR HE SAID SHE GOES LAST GHREOGJRUEOTIWFKSF














Shoot.]

2/2

[canreallymove]

.................................................................


[Well. Not only is he mad at the heumins for Yasu's sake what the heck what the heck WHAT THE HECK-, he's also mad at himself.


He advocated for it. He was one of the ones who suggested the check.

Well. He got what he wanted.




Good for him.]

[lets_dewey_it]

...I'm sorry, Yasu... _{[He was perfectly willing to let her go last, but... hm. At least she's cleared of guilt...]}

[britbrat]

[ Yeah, okay, he wouldn't want anyone to see that either. ]

[cellpreservation]

[Not 100% what he expected but still more or less the same idea.]

...Hey.

Um. Thanks. For showing us so we can try to solve this.

[spychic]

............

Sorry.

CW: Adorabat

[violence_ensues]

Coooooool...

[noblesnow]

[curdle]

[ Oh. She knows that look that comes over her in the aftermath, or thinks she does.

Yasu will not want for comforting, Thomasin is sure, but like as not she will not want any such thing of her specifically. Best to keep quiet of it for now. If they make their way from this hellish place alive, then she will see what she might do for the poor girl. ]

[panglici]

Oh, fuck.

[That is so much worse than she was anticipating. Scars from a beating would've been horrific, but horrific in a normal, understandable kind of way. That doesn't look like she should've survived whatever caused it.]

[holyironmade]

[Jeanne has turned her back through all this, but she can hear the others. She sheds a single tear.]

[hashtagwoof]

...

[ Hunter should not say anything. What do you say to any of that. How does a kid even get in that situation.

He just really, really wishes he didn't have to see that. ]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[everything is happening so much. This is so much. Especially with Jeanne's Iron Maiden thing in her profile finally making sense. He just.

Dylan just turns to everyone else in the court room.]

Can we all agree that Yasu should N-E-V-E-R go back to that horrible orphanage? Please?!

[If anyone doesn't agree, he will start barking at you.]

[violence_ensues]

...

[Adorabat meekly pokes the tips of her wings together. wat do]

[canreallymove]

Yeah.

[panglici]

Not only should she not go back there, I think we need to find the place once we get out of here. Get the children out. Burn it down.

[noblesnow]

Agreed.

[hashtagwoof]

Yeah. Got it.

[ Hunter wishes he wasn't here right now. This is too much. ]

[britbrat]

[ Valmont doesn't say anything, which is about as close to agreement with Dylan as he'll ever get. ]

[lets_dewey_it]

Yes, absolutely!

[cellpreservation]

Uh-huh.

[spychic]

............

Anya doesn't like orphanages, either.

[noblesnow]

Nobody's going to an orphanage.

[curdle]

Aye, but... don't talk of her as though she weren't here.