WEEK SIX: TRIAL

[retellers]

WEEK SIX: TRIAL (22 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: Please go to the Emporium at 12. 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. Wolf speaks. "Nine hours. You know what to do." ༶•┈┈⛧┈｡o°✥✣ 　　 ✣✥°o｡┈⛧┈┈•༶ Hello, everyone, and welcome to the seventh 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

[axecessory]

[ she shakes her head. ]

Won is the only one who needs to apologize.

[ it's not soo-won's fault he died? but no, it's his fault. ]

At least this makes it pretty clear—especially with the way he was acting—that his memories were acting up. I'm going to comb over the text a little bit more and see if he might've left us anything else.

[papasha]

Please go easy on him.

[HILDA, PLS.]

I noticed he was acting a bit strange Wednesday when we were at the petting zoo. [Won....] I didn't notice anything immediately, but it wouldn't hurt to inspect it a little more closely.

[axecessory]

I'm not feeling generous! Look at all this reading he left me.

[ THE NERVE OF THIS DEAD MAN ]

Anyway... strange how?

[papasha]

Reading in a rather wonderful pursuit.

[Hilda, to the man who loves to read: look at all this fucking garbage reading?]

He wasn't acting completely unlike himself necessarily. Maybe... spacey? Though I suppose he was that way before sometimes, wasn't he.