TRIAL I

[lesmodsalouette]

Trial

Today is going to be a loooong day. You knew that pretty shortly after waking up, didn't you? On the plus side, it means you've had some time to process the death of one of your own, or leisure time at the very least. But come midnight, the clocks in the castle all strike out in unison again. This time though, you barely have time to clutch your head before you're transported elsewhere.

Yes, you're coming in your pajamas if you were already in bed.

The place where you find yourself is obviously not the castle, that much is obvious from an immediate look alone. The look is very circus fair meets hell, minus any actual fire (for now). The walls, the lighting, the atmosphere is different, reds and purples and exposed rock face all together with furniture that should belong in a courtroom, and a carnival, not a caldera. It's a stylistic choice, for sure.

Seating consists of various stools on the outer ring, the layout suggesting that the preferred way to conduct trial is to free mingle towards the center, unless you're partaking in food and refreshments. A veritable bounty of a spread is available for you to partake as you like. There's even an entire table's worth of chocolate, cut out in various animal shapes for you to enjoy. And yes, alcohol too, because a banquet without the finest wines isn't a feast at all.

Even with all the food there's plenty of space for all of you, but do be careful around the pit in the center of this room. How deep does it go? Where does it lead? There are other unanswered questions to answer, and you've been tasked with finding out who murdered Tia. The Witch of Ruin demands a show and unfortunately you are his captive actors. He presides over all of this from a balcony above, the best seat in the house.

(( OOC: Welcome to your first trial! You'll have 7 hours (until 8 PM EDT/5 PM PDT) to vote one (1) person guilty of murder. As this is scapegoat style, a correct vote is not necessary. Please remember to vote unless otherwise discussed with the mods, as that is our AC for this game ))

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[whileaway]

I can confirm he was in the middle of the room, where the least glass was. I don't recall if he had any on him, but I wouldn't be necessarily surprised if he had shards at least under his shoe.

[Break probably does too, considering he just kinda stomped on the glass.]

Not that I don't also think his placement wasn't suspicious.

[dumbface]

He's my doctor. [ and friend but, y'know. details aren't his thing! ]

[divineth]

Then how would shards of glass make their way onto the soles of thy footwear?

[Unless Chu Wenshan walked through the glass after waking up, which...is possible, in theory.]

[dumbface]

I wasn't really paying attention to where I was going, and I was hungry, so... I'm not surprised there are some.

[the_obedient_servant]

Well that settles it.

[oncefallen]

Yes, at first I thought something terrible might have happened to him given the state of his surroundings.

[distain]

Your...doctor? You have one personally on call?

[She knows another person like that but won't judge by his measure.] And none of the information on your plaque bothers you in any way?

[cleansheets]

[ He knows this was sarcasm, but. ]

Like hell it does. Nobody's had half the braincells to rub together to ask about weapons, but if you recall... That guy? Sword user.

[simulacres]

That's easy to say. Your plaque said that you're good at swordplay, aren't you? And that you like fighting.

[thesharpestroy]

Really? I call bullshit.

You've got two major pieces of evidence on you, and you meet the quota of someone who could fight her easily enough.

So what? She piss you off? Catch you with your pants down?

[arbalestrier]

[He slung the musket behind him again after armor check was done, but he can also take out the packets of gunpowder he showed to Ayaka when she did the pocket check. Shiv can open them up and check if she wishes, it's literally just grains of gunpowder.]

At 2037 hours last night, I concealed myself within one of the rose bushes to determine if there were any suspicious individuals roaming the area. I had my musket with me, along with a pistol. That is likely the source of both scents.

[distain]

[guy who did bladed weapon check]

[dumbface]

I don't know if he's on call. He's kind, so he wanted to treat me. I don't even have a way of repaying him, and he's gotten into a lot of trouble because of me. [ he actually does look a little sad over this, but if it isn't obvious?

showing emotion is not his forte. ]

If you mean the memory loss, then no. There is one thing about it that bothers me, but I'll figure it out eventually.

[baebladie]

I'm certain he did.

[ And that's all Blade will say. Chu had shards underneath his shoes. ]

[dumbface]

[ blinking?? ]

Sorry, I don't really know what to say that.

[distain]

[It isn't, but wasn't this a rather emotional week for everyone here?]

And what is that? A lot of things bothered me more than they usually would, these past few days.

[dumbface]

[ hmm, tilting his head to the side. ]

Does it? I don't really know how to use a sword, though. [ a gentle knock on his head. ] Amnesia.

[divineth]

'Twas an avenue of question that myself and Vanis discussed. I thank thee for bringing it up now.

[Ignoring the insults. It's Angelo, we expect them now.]

[diel]

Sorry, but can you take off the harness and show it to us.

[ someone help... he's not good at this... he lost to fake witch!! ]

And explain why you smell like roses though your clothes are wrinkled.

[dumbface]

[ slowly, and again... sadly. ]

I don't remember my brother's face.

[simulacres]

Maybe you don't think you know but sometimes with amnesia...things still bleed back into you. Even if you're not aware.

[cleansheets]

[ He may not be thinking too straight because you are all accusing him OF MURDER!! ]

[distain]

I see. I've never had siblings, but I don't know my mother's face... yet I think about her all the time.

[Because he seems very sad about that, even being kind of flat and cold the way she can be:]

How were you feeling last night?

[thesharpestroy]

...well, that'd do it. You pass out in the bush?

not actually here

[divineth]

[sir,]