SECOND TRIAL

[whimsicalism]

SECOND TRIAL

THE CONTAINMENT CENTER

((CW implied cannibalism from monsters, clowns.))

Once all of the relevant rooms have been searched, it's time to dry tears and gather up evidence. The sheep, whirring dully and many of them hanging their heads, gradually round the remaining children up and begin herding them to the elevator doors. Even with only two extra people missing, it's much roomier inside once the doors are closed. Once everyone is loaded, the car begins its shrieking descent, lights and sounds grating equally as the students are once more shuttled down to the containment area.

Some of the cells on the way down contain familiar charges, but other denizens seem to have been moved. Or perhaps the layout of the containment area changed recently? Today, a large cell is home not only to an elderly woman but her large rickety home. She sits on her porch with a certain grace, even if there's a glint in her eye that feels more malicious than kindly as she beckons at you with a gnarled finger. The sudden scrambling of her home's talons might startle the unprepared. Another cell contains nothing more than a constantly roaring fire, the blaze stretched wall to wall and pulsing rhythmically at its core every so often, as it if it had its own beating heart.

For anyone worried the clown wouldn't be returning: Have no fear! The gang's friend is here again, though there are two fewer intact balloons now gripped in his hand. He's even taken efforts to look beautiful for everyone observing through the cell doors, and the red makeup around his lips is bright and freshly applied. Beautiful! Until he draws the flat of his knife across his mouth, and the source becomes obvious, just as bright as it was a week ago.

In the courtroom--the depressing, angular nightmare that passes for one--the stone podiums stand waiting for their respective students once more. With a couple more empty than the last time the group was down here, they're looking more and more like gravestones.

The desk is still down here, albeit empty this time. But the projector screen is exactly the same, the ram's head looking out at the sick entertainment on offer. For someone who's turned all of this into his own person theater, one would think he'd sound delighted by the death and destruction. Instead, his strong voice is just as clipped and angry as it always is. He barks out a command.

"Time to actually use those minds of yours! I guess this witch hunt is about to begin. Find out what happened to Thomasin or it'll be your necks on the line!"


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

OOC NOTES

Welcome to your second trial for Round 2! As we know that trials and any afterparties can get busy, we'd like to quickly remind everyone to make sure their Week 1 AC is squared away by tomorrow's weekly post and to start collecting their Week 2 threads to submit. Make sure to get your regains in by tomorrow night as well!

As a clarification for what evidence can be brought in, a rule of thumb is that 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

[whimsicalism]

[The proportions aren't quite right for someone your size but the idea of a torso and a head pressing against a wall seems closer.]

POSTURE CHECK

[keyringwitness]

I got it!

[Dramatic fingersnap! Mostly to get peoples' attention while they're busy with Hunter the Amazing Dogboy, since Yasu's own voice doesn't exactly carry.]

Everyone, please sit down with your back against the wall. Legs straight or you can hug your knees. If we can match the posture to the silhouette, then we either find the culprit, or determine that Thomasin was the source of the silhouette by process of elimination.

[As has just been established, Yasu does not match the silhouette.]

[cellpreservation]

[Sighing a little and curling up as instructed against the wall. We're really doing this, huh.]

[whimsicalism]

[You're a little too narrow to be quite a match, Yuta. Close, though.]

[keyringwitness]

[...does Yuta's height match, though?]

[whimsicalism]

[Not there, either.]

[spychic]

[Anya blinks, but nods, toddling over to the wall once her shoe/smell check is done.

She sits down against the wall, sliding down and hugging her knees.

It doesn't quite match.]

[whimsicalism]

[Definitely not big enough for this outline, Anya.]

[bellabellabella]

[Edward.... fits the general proportions of the shape pretty well, actually.]

[whimsicalism]

[Indeed he does.]

[spychic]

....

[ruh-roh]

[canreallymove]

…




Edward?

[cellpreservation]

...

Edward?

[violence_ensues]

[Suspicion.]

[violence_ensues]

[Even standing, it seems that Adorabat is too small, probably. Even more, she has a peg leg that would probably affect the silhouette.]

[whimsicalism]

[Much too small to match what was left behind.]

[canreallymove]

Right, right.

[He rolls into a ball-whoops.]

…Sorry.

[He does it properly.]

[whimsicalism]

[Whether ball or hedgehog, Sonic's smaller proportions don't match the silhouette.]

[britbrat]

[ THE BIGGEST SIGH but Kuro or Emma or someone probably glares at him until he complies. Probably not a match but let's ask the mods ]

[whimsicalism]

[Like Yuta, close but a bit narrow.]

Re: POSTURE CHECK

[lets_dewey_it]

_{[Well, here goes, going into fetal position without having a mental breakdown for once.]}

[whimsicalism]

[You're a lot smaller than the outline like this, Dewey.]

[copycut]

[ Kuro flops down with the same casualness she would anywhere else, and draws her knees to her chest. Though, at this point, I can probably say with some certainty that she's too petite for it. ]

[holyironmade]

[Jeanne reluctantly does the thing. Thank goodness for gym clothes.]

[normalnotroyal]

[Probably lot closer than one would assume, because even hugging her knees up, Rosalinda is sitting ramrod straight. Bad posture? Absolutely not in this royal.]