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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[diel]

[ oh! he knows her name from the plaques... it's - ]

- Jinx. Hi.

[ he had wanted to talk to her after confessions, but well, here they are instead. ]

You look bored already...

[smdr]

Hi to you too, Sleepy Guy.

[ with a tiny little salute. ]

Wouldn't really say I'm bored. It's more like... [ a shrug. ] ... Still figuring out what to call it.

[diel]

[ he accepts sleepy guy. ]

Oh. I hope you figure it out. Not knowing the words for - for how you feel is frustrating, sometimes.

[ not knowing yourself, even more so. ]

Were you surprised by... what happened?

[smdr]

[ she looks at him blankly for a second, as if she's unsure how to process that first part, before she looks at the Clownshow (TM). ]

Surprised that someone got offed? Not really.

[ it happens. ]

What about you? Feeling the paranoia and suspicion settling in, or is that still with the sheep in Snoozeville?

[diel]

[ ... is he? ]

I think I feel the same level of stress as before...

[ which was already high, so. ]

I don't know if I'm really suspicious of anyone. But I guess... I guess I am disappointed.

[smdr]

[ huh.

must be nice to be in a position to be disappointed. or, is it? that makes her a little... ]

That sure is a feeling to feel when there's murder with a bunch of strangers.

[diel]

[ he smiles faintly. ]

Not the right feeling to feel?

[smdr]

[ she'd laugh, honestly, but there's only a wry smile in response to that faint one. ]

I'm the last person you should be asking that to, Sleepy Guy.

[diel]

[ he remembers her confession and his lips twist from its curve into something undecided. ]

No, I'd... probably be standing there in last place with you.

[smdr]

[ if she wasn't struggling so badly to get her ducks in a row, she'd have half a mind to ask him about his.

the look she gives him isn't judgemental, nor curious. it's— there. ]

Then welcome to the bottom of the barrel, bud.

[ maybe that terrible statement is sincere, somehow. ]

[diel]

Thanks...

[ soft and sincere, a little hopeless. but that seems to be the end of their conversation as he wanders away. ]

[smdr]

[ and she's watching him go, note in mind and something twisted and unnamed settling — and unsettled — within her.

really can't judge a gun, huh... ]