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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[misstrust]

[ Dorothy offers him a smile in return. ]

It's all right. I told him I would take responsibility if I was caught.

[papasha]

[He offers his hand out to her, palm up.]

[misstrust]

[ She takes it. ]

[papasha]

[He gives it a gentle, but firm squeeze, and then brings it to his lips to kiss the backs of her fingers. He puts his other hand over it afterward.]

I'm sorry, Miss Dorothy. I'll look out for her.

[misstrust]

[ Her expression falters for a moment-- but she nods, waiting a minute to speak steadily. ]

Thank you, Blanca.

[evocationary]

[ quietly, off to the side: ] I will too. For what it's worth.

[misstrust]

[ Dorothy nods. Her smile is small, but grateful. ]