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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[ If anyone was waiting for Hyoubu to make protests, they'll be disappointed. After he talks to Rean, he turns around and smiles. He claps his hands. ]
You did it! Congratulations. I thought Mikami-san was going to lose an arm or something there for a hot minute.
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[ Tossing his ballot in literally right now, there's no hesitation. Goodbye criminal scum. He doesn't care for your speech. ]
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[ Rean couldn't help but be upset.
He hadn't thought it would've been Hyobu. He should've did more to make sure that everything was alright when he tracked him down that night. ]
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... And I won't be the last to do something here either. I told you to be careful.
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[ a beat. ] Or is that something you'll be taking to the grave?
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Is that the extent of your conviction?
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[sigh. he knew they'd find someone or just... go with their gut. but now that it's actually happening he can't really look at the guy who did it, knowing that he's probably going to vote to end this man's life.]
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Why the bizarre setup?
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So what was with the mud mural, huh?
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That also doesn't feel great. ] So when you said you were drawing, you really did mean at the clock tower.
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Ahaha... why are you playing such a bad prank on me, Kyousuke?
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I meant it. Be careful. And don't trust others.
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And I just saw the mud got answered, so!]
I'm not sure if I should thank you or feel sorry for you.
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