FIRST TRIAL
Trial I
The opera house doesn't seem to have gotten any changes. There are no lights on the windows, the lobby is dark. Only when everyone is gathered there something does happen: Rembrandt appears, opening the main stage doors, the large and heavy doors creaking when they open.
Rembrandt herds everything together, guiding them down the halls of the seating area. You better not stray from the hallway -- there's a very palpable sensation that something's deeply wrong about this place. You may perhaps see the form of something moving, blending with the darkness. Wait...it's several forms. A few pairs of intensely blue eyes, eyes that so far only Ango may have seen before, gaze at everybody. You really shouldn't try to approach. At least they don't try to come closer, cowed by Rembrandt's presence.
The main stage is the objective here. It's lit rather brightly, with the spotlights the Lady had used for her introduction a few days ago, illuminating the stage. In what's a rather ominous touch, the backdrop depicts hellfire. There aren't any props around, other than a few seats that seem to be spares for seats in one of the minor auditoriums, not even enough seats for everyone. Rembrandt blends into the darkness.
"Welcome!"
That's the Lady's voice, coming from high up. Looking up, you'll find a balcony to a side, large and with two seats. There's the Lady, wearing her dress, visible even in the darkness. She's standing up right now and leaning on the railing, shouting at them.
"Let's try to make this short and sweet. We figured it'd be fun if you all got to discuss who killed dear annoying Elliot. Give us a name, and we'll execute that person. Nice and simple, don't you think?"
"So, culprit who saved so many people from us...now you have to struggle for your own life. Oh, we never told you about this before? Don't feel bad, there's a lot we don't tell you all about. She sits down, adjusting her dress.
"I'm not going to pretend I care about you all catching the right person. Just give us a name and let the culprit go free, for all I care. Get started, we don't have all day to do this! You only have seven hours! Get moving!"
Here you are, all the actors in this impromptu play about justice, and the audience is...well there certainly is an audience larger than you were expecting. Everyone will hear the noises of those things moving around in the seating area, from time to time directing their eyes at the group, but they still make no attempt to approach. Looks like the audience that really matters is up there, in the balcony.
Let the trial for the death of Elliot Schafer begin.
[OOC NOTE: From the halfway point of the trial and onwards, you'll have the option to ask the masterminds for the chance to get a hint! Be warned, though: the price will involve some body horror for your character. Keep that in mind when deciding to use this option!]

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I had a feeling there was more to it than simply killing someone... But what if your "audience" condemns the wrong person?
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If we stall or can't find someone before the time limit is up, we should just get rid of whomever we like least and let whatever god is watching sort them out.
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Not all of us are so without any sense of justice and propriety. We're executing the culprit and the culprit only.
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I'm entirely in favor of removing whomever is running around murdering people, but I'm not about to place that above my own self-preservation. Or don't you think time limits exist for a reason? I doubt that we'll simply be released unpenalized at the end of things.
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[ Noooot budging on this. The courtroom (or whatever makeshift courtroom this is) is his home, he's not surrendering it. ]
I simply do not approve of defeatist talk before we have even tried to look at the evidence. The time-limit is far off and frankly, we are only wasting that time by already discussing such eventualities. Invest that energy into seeing justice served - however much 'justice' can be found in a place like this.
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[He cocks his head from where he's doing his wall-leaning thing because who needs chairs amirite.]
How do you plan to enforce such a thing?
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[No, there isn't a point to this question, he just wants to hear Mikami's answer.]
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But those aren't the cards we were dealt, and I have no interest in letting a murderer walk free. Punishment is punishment. I don't approve of vigilante action, but this is the best we can do right now.
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[Ooooh the Lady liked that. Can't be good for you, Cumore. Just look how she treats poor Dist]
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your approval is not something he wants, ew]
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You... are aware of how going out there and saying it may work out for you specifically, aren’t you.
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[have you seen us, seteth. we're assholes.]
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[Hmmm...]
In this case they'd receive nothing except safety, but I'm sure you understand.
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[ He scratches his chin... ] Just making sure.
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[Notably, he says that very blandly, even if talking about what a waste of time it is contains trace hints of irritation. He's complained about this to Rembrandt already, but why not take it to management too. Goth Karen is here to make your day brighter as per always.]
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[ The allusion there is quite purposeful. ]
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[Judging by her tone, she doesn't think too highly of that, but yeah, no penalty for the others for getting it wrong]