FIRST TRIAL

[umbralant]

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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Hand Check

[deadlygoals]

And now~ Show me your hands!

[ He's going to be checking for mud under the nails or missed any where, any thing that looks freshly scrubbed, and checking for any injuries on people's hands. What do we have? ]

[noellemadic]

[No injuries in these hands! Or mud]

Re: Hand Check

[reanbeans]

Alright. I'll check yours as well, Dazai.

[ Nothing weird bout these hands. ]

[deadlygoals]

Oh~ Rean wants to hold my hand.

[ He'll let him check out his hands. They are free of injuries. ]

[reanbeans]

[ Longest sigh...! Just this face. ]

Everything looks fine over here.

[twoasone]

Here. I'm sure you will see I haven't been working with mud recently.

[ He holds out his hands. ]

[ortion]

[Well now Dist's pretty intent on not drawing further attention to himself so... His hands are completely clean and uninjured underneath his gloves. He's used to working with machinery and such so he keeps them covered.]

[deadlygoals]

[ Are his gloves intact as well? ]

[raventhaw]

[ nothing's wrong with raven's hands, nope! ]

[bawcock]

Now the hands?

[ This one doesn't make sense to him but he holds his hands out anyway. He has on some leather gloves, which are fingerless so no need to take them off to see his nails.

They're clean enough, though not overly so. Basically, he casually keeps up with hygiene but doesn't care too much about keeping his nails spic and span. No injuries or excessive scrubbing here. ]

[deadlygoals]

We still need to get a handle on the culprit, right?

[soumettre]

[ No hand injuries here! ]

[inordertobelieve]

[ Mikami has to take his gloves off to do the hand check, but now that he's put the dust pan aside, that's fine.

Mikami's hands are very clean and a little dried out from being cleaned too much. Someone here loves his hand hygiene. A lot. ]

[puperoni]

Here! [ High five? But you can totally check his hands in the process, though he has gloves on. ]

[deadlygoals]

[ High five o/\o ]

[pr159]

[ His red leather gloves are clean and the hands inside of them are clean and injury-free. ]

[p_q]

[His nails are apparently just. Naturally black. So good luck with the dirt check, especially since you'll have to actually ask. There's a light layer of bandages wound around his left hand.]

[deadlygoals]

[ He bothered him before at that meeting. Was there bandages at that time?

He will poke at it. ]

Oh~ Did you hurt yourself?

[galrarm]

[ His one (1) hand is free of mud! And injuries, aside from very old ones that have long scarred. ]

[moonfang]

This is dumb.

[Normal hands, here. Well, there's a little blood under his black nails, but it looks several days old and probably came from pigeons]

[deadlygoals]

[ wow go wash up ]

[tokihanate]

[ There's no mud! Not even ink stains from all the pens he's been handling. There's some fibers if he looks closely though. ]

People do clean themselves though, you know.

[reanbeans]

They really do, but maybe we'll get lucky.

[ What color fibers?

Sorry, Dazai, Rean couldn't help but pitch in to help. ]

[deadlygoals]

[ What kind of fibers? Paper or cloth? ]

I know~ We already know the killer may have cleaned themselves in the bathroom.

[ordealia]

[There's a paper cut on her left hand, from all the reading she's been doing this week, but no other injuries and no mud.]