WEEK SIX: TRIAL

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W̴͍̎E̴̝̊E̸͚͝K̸͕̿ SIX: TRIAL

Rise and shine; you know how Saturdays go. Even if you'd rather sleep in, you'll find yourself waking up and getting out of bed. Once you're out of your room, a door appears down the hallway, compelling you to walk towards it. Upon entering, you'll discover a room that's familiar if you've gone exploring this week or possibly from even before then:

MAIN MEETING HALL (VILLAGE)
Should anyone venture inside, they'll find a number of long benches set up against the walls. At the head of the building are two chairs, a sun and a moon carved into the back of each. The area in the center is wide open, allowing plenty of space to move around and while decor is lacking, hanging from the walls are several blank scrolls. There's also a large (blank) scroll above the two chairs in the back.

There are a few tables in here behind room dividers. One is labeled 'Evidence' while the rest are covered in white sheets. Elsewhere in the room is a table with pencils and slips of paper for voting.

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Welcome to your seventh trial! Over the course of the next nine hours, characters will have the opportunity to discuss, investigate and theorize about the murders. Characters will have time to examine the body of the victim and explore relevant locations.

There will be a mod-tag break between 4pm EST to 5pm EST. While the trial may continue and players can tag each other, mod-led threads such as questions and investigations will be on hold.

Finally, we have a voting page for characters to vote on the culprit! Please be sure that your vote is in by the time trial finishes 9pm EST. Voting is mandatory in this game.

Good luck!

N̸A̵V̴I̶G̶A̶T̴I̴O̸N̷.̷

█ LOCATIONS █ STATUSES █ PROFILES █ AUDIENCES
█ REPORTING █ PRIVATE CONVOS █ MURDER

Comments

[wisterin]

[ she reaches up and cups his face with bandaged hands, if he doesn't move away from it.

she says nothing because there really isn't much to say. ]

[afterword]

[ he doesn't move away, and for a quick moment- emotion cracks in his expression, even though it's gone in a blink of an eye. he sucks in a small breath.

there really isn't anything that can be said. ]

[wisterin]

[ it may be true there isn't much to say, but she still says: ]

It's not okay. It's okay that it's not okay, Dokja-san.

[afterword]

[ not me getting sad and running away from this tag

he doesn't reply, but his shoulders slump just the slightest bit. she will feel the smallest of nods. ]

[wisterin]

[ softly, so only he can hear: ]

I'm not okay, too.

[afterword]

..Suppose we both will be for some time.

[ one hand raises to one cupping his face, he would squeeze if not for the fact they're bandaged so. he settles on just gently touching one. ]

[wisterin]

[ she smiles a little, glad and relieved she got some kind of response from him. ]

It's understandable, don't you think?