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!"


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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

[bellabellabella]

I... didn't want to do this. I've been trying to find some way to get to the principal all week, to... make sure everyone stays safe. Thomasin followed me last night. She thought I was the devil, and I suppose she was close enough.

I made a choice. I told her I was sorry, and she ran from me, but I caught her.

She was the one who spilled the paint. She swung it at me. I broke her neck, then staged the scene, and cleaned... I burned my uniform. I threw my shoes beyond the fence.

[violence_ensues]

But you're not a devil, you're a human!

[bellabellabella]

No, I'm not a devil. But you're wrong. I'm not human. I suppose it doesn't matter now.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Wh-what-what do you mean you're not human?!

[holyironmade]

"Dislikes: human predators."

...so what are you, then? A lich?

[bellabellabella]

Vampire, I'm afraid.

[panglici]

WHAT?!

[bellabellabella]

[He just closes his eyes.]

Would you like to kill me yourself, Carrie? It would be difficult, but if you would like to ask if you can be my executioner... perhaps you could add one more to your total.

[panglici]

Like hell. I'd just end up joining you, then.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[!!!]

Th-that-that's why you brought up Carrie! Y-you said she-the-vampire hunter-made it sounds ridiculous-

[It adds up, it adds up and he hates it so so much]

[bellabellabella]

In part.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Before, he would've thought this was all insane. Vampires aren't real. They're the stuff of horror movies and scary stories.

Now...he just can't help but cry.]

[gotnothing]

Oh, sick.

[ She said, approvingly, continuing to have Priorities in this confession thread. ]

You got fangs?

[bellabellabella]

[He laughs, though there's really not any humor in the sound.]

Myth.

[hashtagwoof]

... How were you able to be up in the daytime? And how are you not starving by now?!

[bellabellabella]

Myth. I... I can't sleep. It's been frustrating, since I could barely do anything else here either.

And the school has... provided. I don't know where they're getting the blood from.

[lets_dewey_it]

Then what are you?!

[bellabellabella]

[He does not like saying the word, but really there's no reason to hold back now, he guesses. And maybe it will give the others some closure.]

Vampire.

[canreallymove]

[Not…heumin?]

…A…what…is that?

[bellabellabella]

[He laughs, just a little, humorlessly. Didn't expect to have to explain this, but well might as well.]

A blood drinker. I've been a monster all along, I'm afraid.

[violence_ensues]

You're NOT a MONSTER.

[canreallymove]

[He winces again at Edward calling himself a monster.]

Dude but…but I didn’t care about that. I wouldn’t have.

It’s…it’s not like you were attacking us for our blood…

[He doesn’t know that, though. He doesn’t know anything. But. No injuries other than the neck.]

I wouldn’t have cared, man…

[spychic]

...It's like a human but they drink blood.

Anya's seen them in movies.

Edward does not look like vampire, but...

[normally she'd think it was cool. she'd have so many questions.

now, though?

she's quiet.]

[lets_dewey_it]

... _{[He nodded. That's all he could do. What could he possibly say?]}

[keyringwitness]

...s...

Some kind of undead, right?

[YASU KNEW SHE WAS RIGHT TO BE PARANOID-]

...you already know everything that I saw.