FIRST TRIAL

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Trial I

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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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[ortion]

[The results seem to immediately put Dist on edge. He really doesn't like the attention being on him.

...well. Only in this case. Otherwise yes, please give him attention.]

Nowhere near the clock tower, that much I can confirm. I've had more than enough trudging around in the rain after Monday, thank you very much.

I was in my room until this morning.

[He should've settled with that, but he can't help but run his mouth further.]

Let's make this clear straight away: I had absolutely nothing to do with this!

[puperoni]

Is that why you're yelling?

[ortion]

I-I am not yelling!

[He's totally yelling.]

[puperoni]

THEN I'M NOT YELLING TOO!

[ This is fine. ]

[ortion]

THAT IS HARDLY A FAIR COMPARISON!!!

[inordertobelieve]

Please use indoor voices.

[ortion]

[YOU'RE NOT HIS SUPERVISOR MIKAMI.]

Blame that brat, not me!

[inordertobelieve]

[ He is the Supervisor Of The Court (self-appointed) and he cannot be stopped. ]

I am blaming everyone who is yelling. Cut it out, both.

[raventhaw]

Will you two stop yelling?!

[ GOD!!! she's at least just talking sternly and not...contributing to the yelling fest... ]

[puperoni]

A lil louder and you could join in too!!!

[ No join them. ]

[ortion]

[He's shutting up, but he definitely looks offended for being reprimanded.]

[puperoni]

WHY NOT?

[deadlygoals]

[ he's just over here laughing ]

[baitless]

Gentlemen, can we act like the adults nearly all of us are?

[puperoni]

I'm not an adult, I'm a Food Soul!

[ His age is weird, okay. ]

[ortion]

Age has nothing to do with this.

[Says the man acting like a twelve year-old.]

[drydrown]

[Oh my god.]

Even if you were yelling, I'd imagine it's natural to do so when faced with something you didn't do.

[ortion]

[Save him Cumore.]

Mmmngh...yes, I suppose. Based on the size of my shoes, no less!

[drydrown]

[He has been useless all trial, he is saving no one here.]

It really is a bit inelegant... Not that I expect much else from the one asking the question to begin with.

[fuck you, mikami, i suppose]

[inordertobelieve]

[ He hears you but he does not deem you worth his time :| ]

[ortion]

[Thanks for sticking up for him at least... He'll always remember it!]

Unfortunately my alibi isn't as airtight as I would like, but I should hope that evidence otherwise proves my innocence.

[Do his clean hands/gloves even account for anything? Hopefully.]

[psychophant]

I sincerely doubt anyone here is going to jump on anyone for shoe size. There's still a lot we haven't figured out yet; we still have plenty of time before the vote. You aren't in any danger.

[yet????? can we find someone who did this who isn't dist, that'd be great.]

[inordertobelieve]

[ This, meanwhile, gets a nod. ]


This is merely preliminary questioning.

[baitless]

...I would ask to check your feet, but honestly, you do not seem like the sort who would put up with muddy feet under your clothes...

[ortion]

I don't put up with mud period. I refuse to allow myself to be dirty. Getting my suit wet on Monday was awful enough!