WEEK TWO: TRIAL

[retellers]

WEEK TWO: TRIAL (35 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: This is your reminder to be at the Emporium by 12 PM. 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: Wolf, Rabbit, and Fox. Fox speaks. "... Third time isn't the charm, as it turns out. You have nine hours. We'll help with what we can, as before." ༶•┈┈⛧┈｡o°✥✣ 　　 ✣✥°o｡┈⛧┈┈•༶ Hello, everyone, and welcome to the third 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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[canned]

Are you sure this is okay, Kasumi? I can go in alone if you want.

[he's checking around the shore, particularly for any signs of a struggle like broken branches, blood, disturbed plant life, etc...

also, is the boat still where it was?]

[retellers]

[ ... There's a boat? That's a genuine question.

But unless you all went trampling in the swamp yesterday after investigation, we'll say the footprints are still there.

There are no broken branches or anything. ]

[siblingless]

... Yoshizawa will do, please.

[i would cry if the footprints are gone.

But since she's here! She will compare them to her own feetsies to be thorough.]

Um... Do you know how far yesterday's group went, Elric-san?

[canned]

I don't think very far, but I heard that Mister Vezda had to go out into the water to retrieve some things and wasn't really happy about it.

[he's gonna wade out into the water a bit in the direction the footprints lead, then just get his hands down into the muck and feel around to see if there's anything stuck under there, kinda doing wide sweeps to see if anything gets kicked up]

The group that went think the murderer just threw everything into here from the shore, but...I don't know why they'd come all the way out here to do that then not really hide them. So we should probably go further out.

[retellers]

[ They're larger than Yoshizawa's feetsies.

Nothing appears to be stuck underwater! ]

[siblingless]

[By a lot? Or are they just slightly bigger?]

Yes... Though, if we encounter any dangerous animals, we ought to turn around at once.

[canned]

Just make sure to stay behind me, and turn around if it gets too deep for you. Or you can always get on my back.

[he's going to start cautiously wading through the water, still in the direction the coming & going footprints suggest, scanning the surface and his surroundings for anything floating or sticking out that's either evidence- or gator-shaped

anything in the distance? or up in the swamp trees?]

[retellers]

[ Decently bigger.

Nothing in the distance or up in the swamp trees! ]

[siblingless]

Are you sure? Wouldn't I be too heavy?

[Sweetie, you are a twig and he is a walking suit of armor. She will walk as far as the manmade paths go, though. Nothing to be found here? Maybe we just checked out the swamp to get dirty.]

—Oh. You should compare your feet to the footprints before we leave. That way, we can have a better estimate.

[canned]

Not at all, don't worry! You wouldn't be heavy at all. But I don't really see anything out here, so it's okay if you stay on the land and yell if you see anything moving towards me that looks hungry.

[before we leave Swamp empty-handed and full of bog water, Al's going to trudge as far out as he can get while still being in sight of Kasumi, turning around every once in a while to check on her

no other sign of discarded items floating around deeper in? boats perhaps? gator with a confession letter in its mouth?]

[retellers]

[ Nothing to be found!

Al goes on an adventure into the swamp but finds nothing discarded. I suppose there is possibly a crocodile hanging around now, because why not. ]

[siblingless]

[Hello, crocodile... Yoshizawa will just wait for Al to come back, then, sweaty. And remind him to do feetsie comparison when he does.]

[canned]

[Al waves to the crocodile and trudges his way back to shore, checking his large feetsies against the various prints there. He'll also take a moment to see how many different sized sets there are, and if any go off in a different direction than the path]

Sometimes, I'm glad that I can't feel anything in this body, or else that would have been really gross.

[retellers]

[ The footprints are smaller than Al's, which i'm sure shocks everyone.

There's just one set that goes to the swamp water and then presumably back where it came from. But also please don't read too much into the number of sets. ]