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

[hashtagwoof]

WOOF! WOOF WOOF!

[ He follows! He chases after her on all fours and even gets into a begging position once he's close enough to her. ]

WOOF!

[ WILL YOU DROP STICK NOW? ]

[violence_ensues]

[Hold on, almost, almost... Adorabat will try and fly so that Hunter's in between the wall and Adorabat.]

Okay, I think someone can check things now.

[hashtagwoof]

[ Quick question, did Adorabat smash Hunter into the wall and if so how hard did she ram herself into him? ]

[violence_ensues]

[No smashing, she just tried to get Hunter to reorient himself so his back was facing the wall.]

[hashtagwoof]

[ In that case she's successful! But she'll need to get him to hold still somehow, he's now up in a begging position and seems rather bouncy. ]

Whiiiiiine... ARF! WOOF!

[ GIVE. HIM. THE. STICK. PLZ. ]

[violence_ensues]

No! Sit! SIT!

[hashtagwoof]

[ OKAY. HE SIT.

HE IS EYING THAT STICK SO HARD RIGHT NOW JUST DROP IT ALREADY. ]

[cellpreservation]

[Sometime after they get the check done, he'll say very sharply:]

Hunter!

[Hoping that helps snap him out of it again.]

1/3

[hashtagwoof]

[ His thoughts were on stick stick stick gotta get the stick- ]

2/3

[hashtagwoof]

[ But then someone abruptly shouted his name. ]

GUH--!

3/3

[hashtagwoof]

-- OW!

[ Then the shock caused him to stumble back, fall on his butt, and smack the back of his head against the wall on the way down. ]

Owh... [ At least it didn't seem to hurt too bad, physically? He's rubbing his head while he comes to his senses... ]

Ugh... Thanks? [ That was to Yuta. To Adorabat: ] DUDE! You could have just asked me to sit against the wall like a normal person! Geez.

[ Now all of Ira Academy knows his darkest secret. Nice going. ]

[cellpreservation]

[Reaching over to offer him a hand up and also probably tug him a little bit away from Edward now that we've found our culprit.]

[hashtagwoof]

[ Thanks for the assist. He's miffed by everything, so it's probably a good thing everyone is distracted by the culprit. And possibly his accomplice.

He's still taking a moment to mutter something to Yuta. ] Ugh. I would have taken the injury check from last week over this...

[cellpreservation]

Yeah, this wasn't very cool.

[...]

Is it just saying your name that helps you come back?

[hashtagwoof]

Ah, no. It's more like getting startled out of it helps. As far as I know.

[britbrat]

Oh, so you remember what happens when you're like that.

[ good to know for any future mischief ]

[hashtagwoof]

[ He shoots a glare at Valmont. ]

Yeah, and it looks like everyone saw that. So don't get any ideas!

[ Common knowledge isn't something you blackmail someone over. ]

[britbrat]

I can't imagine what you might be talking about.

[ How can you accuse this face. ]