redactable | WEEK TWO: TRIAL

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."

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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.

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[he's going to offer her a t-shirt to dry herself off

and settle in front of her]

Dorothy, did you kill Raven?

[ Dorothy blinks at him, completely disoriented and still very bleary.

But as the question sinks in, there's genuine shock. ]

What? No.

[he nods and seems to accept this

but it's hard to tell what his emotions are, neatly closed away in a box]

Someone may be trying to frame you.

... Frame me... how? I didn't kill him. I liked him...

[ She's really having a hard time focusing, though she appears to be making an effort. ]

I know.

But there's a fingerprint on a glass and it's yours - which might imply that someone also knew that you were in the pub and borrowed your finger for it.

...

Were there any others...? Prints?

One other but we couldn't discern it.

Do you know whose it could be?

[ She really can't think like this... but then there's a churning surge of something like worry. ]

He...

[ But then she falls silent and shakes her head. ]

[ . . . . . .

in comparison, he'll let his emotions slowly parse out. aiming for calm first, if only to try to soothe her worry. his voice is soft and he'll move to let his head bow toward hers.]

Thank you for all that you've done for us.

... Am I going to die?

[ It's barely a whisper, but she's starting to tremble. ]

[he looks around to find his coat again, and moves to gently wrap it around her shoulders without touching her. he stays close to her, makes it hard for others to see her face]

.... I can't control what other people have chosen to do.

I'll stay with you until we find out, and then a while after.