TRIAL II

[lesmodsalouette]

Trial

At least this time you were given ample time to wreck your sleep schedule before the clocks gong at midnight (no apologies for such little sleep in the first place withstanding). The carnival looks just as you remember it, with the banquet and drinks refreshed. The spread is the same as before with two new additions: a platter of cute cupcakes that might remind you of someone, along with baozi of all types.

Like before, mind the pit in the middle and settle in to vote out the guilty party for the death of Siobhan "Shiv" Roy. With the benefit of experience, maybe this will be a little bit easier? With the mood weather lifted, there won't be any floods at trial at least.

(( 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]

I think so, too.

[ocenon]

[ nods! ]

Thank you.

[whileaway]

[Break will shed his coat and roll his sleeves up-- no injuries here beyond what he would have gotten by waking up in the library fire.]

[calamitish]

See you later!

[ after he figures out what the hell a tango is. ]

[simulacres]

...

[ with a final look back, she goes back to her spot. ]

[diel]

[ he looks at hickey for a moment, then smiles faintly. ]

Alright, if that's what you want. I'll go along with it.

[spotsalone]

[ Hickey gives him a smirk and a nod in return. You're doing great, bestie! ]

[siffriend]

I'll cross that bridge the moment we come to it.

[ They'll think about it later. ]

[simulacres]

Oh, nothing! I just... I guess you came to my mind when Andrew brought up the word 'chivalrous'...

[ oh my god this is embarrassing she would like to evaporate now thanks! ]

[uiscebeatha]

[ Injury check is a knight's job now, it seems—

Cain approaches. He doesn't see Richard, but he takes off his shirt anyway. His torso is ripped and free of injury!

However, he holds up his right forearm, which is clearly freshly bandaged. ]

This was from when the alarms went off this morning. I spooked Siffrin when I woke them, and they retaliated.

It was an honest mistake. We were in the solarium with G'raha, and— [ Oh, crap, did he ever get his name? ] the lieutenant. They can corroborate my story.

[snakeblood]

The wrath that's following you, I wonder how big it is. How unfortunate you're not sickly.

[diel]

[ roomie, he's still curious about cain's wound... you have something to say???? ]

Why the face?

[oncefallen]

[It takes Vanis a moment to divest himself of his 3 layers, but he'll obediently do so.

There's nothing to see (in more than one sense of the word; he's incredibly skinny so no titties here) on either his hands/arms or his torso!]

[cleansheets]

That is true, yes.

[ Not volunteering his name now, lieutenant is fine... ]

An understandable reaction to unexpected approach.

[diel]

[ he looks back at her, tilting his head. what is it? ]

It's where you kick that matters, I think.

[ocenon]

I appreciate it, Hwylryn.

[ thumbs up! ]

[siffriend]

[ The guiltiest looking marshmallow ever. ]

[allrounder]

I would imagine it could heal anything minor, at the very least.

[ So... potential to heal bigger injuries? ]

I've yet to test it.

[ocenon]

[ nods! ]

Thank you.

[coldseep]

( sees ish and [hands him a food] [hands him a food] [hands him a food] [hands him a food] )

Could you teach me that magic?

[smdr]

Look at that, our three braincells aligned. Though I'd choose the one who's been the biggest pain in my ass.

[ lol lmao ]

Could always ask him, anyway.

[allrounder]

Indeed. 'Tis a matter that has been sorted out.

[ocenon]

[ nods. ]

Thank you.

[diel]

[ hm? he catches cain's stare and seems for a moment like he's going to smile, but then his eyes drift down to cain's wound and he frowns instead. ]

[divineth]

[Urianger's robes are sleeveless, so Richard can get a good look at his arms and hands which are free of injury.]

I would, ah...need to remove my robes if thou wouldst inspect my torso.

[Please don't make him do that.]