WEEK ONE: TRIAL

[retellers]

WEEK ONE: TRIAL (38 remain) Rise and shine, gremlins. Hopefully you found it in you to make and eat breakfast, despite yesterday's news. At 11am, everyone will receive a message on their PHS, simply stating: empoti enp emporium. by the strike of twelve. Shortly before 12pm, every participant will feel compelled to move towards the Emporium, if they aren't already there. No exceptions! Though they will have to navigate around shelves and merchandise and the like, everyone will fit neatly inside the room. Once all the participants are present and the clock strikes twelve, the doors lock behind them. Three of the Leaders are there with them: Swan, Tiger, and Goat. Tiger speaks. "You have nine hours. Try not to stab each other during them." ༶•┈┈⛧┈｡o°✥✣ 　　 ✣✥°o｡┈⛧┈┈•༶ Hello, everyone, and welcome to the second trial! For the next nine hours, the characters are expected to discuss among themselves, ask questions, examine the bodies of the victims, look over the evidence found yesterday, and revisit locations as needed in order to find the culprit(s). There'll be a one hour break from 5-6pm EST, where no mod tags will occur. Before the trial is over, please remember to place your character's vote over on the voting page. Voting will close at 9pm EST/6pm PST, and will serve as our activity check for the week, so please be sure you get your vote in before it ends unless you have contacted us previously. If you have any questions at any time, please let us know by pinging us on Discord!

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Comments

[showyourself]

[...???]

Can you take your helmet off for me, Al?

[dianxias]

I'll vouch for him as well - he doesn't have any hair under his helmet.

[ (appears) ]

[showyourself]

None at all? [AL your MALE PATTERN BALDNESS?]

But he's so... young.

[dianxias]

[ with a sheepish smile... he's talking discreetly at least unlike some people, ]

I know, but... kids these days, right....?

[showyourself]

Kids... these days? [she repeats it, with a clear question mark. what. what about them. what about the kids. are they all going bald??]

[canned]

[emerges from the sea of tiny well-meaning protagonists to sheepishly approach Elsa]

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause a big scene or anything.

Can I show you somewhere other people can't look?

[gestures to a tallish display of kitschy magnets he could probably crouch behind]

[showyourself]

[awwww lookit him, he's practically wringing his hands.

she nods, and leads him behind the garish souvenir rack, and gets him to crouch down so she can observe bald]

[canned]

[he crouches down, and looking around is satisfied that line of sight is blocked for anyone else]

Just, promise you won't get scared and yell out, okay?

[after a moment's hesitation, he reaches up and removes the helmet

and, well, there's certainly no blonde hair

there's no hair, or head, or anything

this bitch armor empty (do not yeet)]

[showyourself]

I promise.

[







okay she did promise, so she just

slaps her hands over her mouth instead??

who knew male pattern baldness could make your entire body disappear............]

[canned]

[he places it back on and adjusts it]

I guess with everything happening and all of us trapped here, it's probably not too long before I have to tell everyone but...

[showyourself]

[she's. getting over it. wow. but this isn't really the time or place for follow-up questions.]

...But there's no reason to bring it up further, here and now.

[gently, elsa places a hand on al's shoulder—or, at least, on the shoulder of the armor, now that she's aware.]

Let's talk about it later, okay? I have a little experience with... hiding things.

[canned]

[he nods and places a hand over hers for a moment]

Thank you, Elsa. [then, standing back up but still speaking quietly, just to her]

I...don't remember if it was blonde or not. My hair.

[showyourself]

[...the implications of that statement sort of sober elsa to her core. jeez. what happened to him.

...]

It's okay. [now that he's standing again, she simply puts her hand on his armored arm, instead.] You don't have to know.

Let's go join the others.