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TRIAL II
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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While we were checking for injuries, you said Siffrin retaliated when you woke him. What did exactly did he do?
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When I grabbed what I could of them, I just saw a flash. They stabbed my arm.
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I chalked it up to being a light and cautious sleeper. [ He knows, because he is one. ]
There was a pause before they turned and ran. I grabbed them. I just...thought they'd been spooked.
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What did they stab your arm with? And where did you grab him?
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He wants to do the right thing, but this is also betrayal.
He'll look at Siffrin quickly, to gauge their attitude, for permission, if he should continue. ]
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When he gets the nod, he looks back at the voice. ]
I don't know where I grabbed them. I smelled the smoke and I just wanted to get us out of there fast.
[ Unconsciously, he puts a hand on the wound. ]
And it was a dagger.
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... A small nod. ]
It's okay. You can talk about it.