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]

[ ‘yeah, probably.’

no, he hates that. he opens his mouth and leans in as though intending to bite the wound, even through the bandages. ]

Oh - no. The time loop, so probably not.

[ well, no public nibbling then. but he’s still unhappy. ☹️ ]

It’ll be gone… soon. Bear with it for another day.

[uiscebeatha]

[ Cain just watches. He'd let him. Why? He isn't sure. ]

Oh, right.

[ And his crest will be in tact. And hopefully, so will Yoru's mood.

The little command causes a faint smile to cross his face, and he lays a hand on his shoulder. ]

I should be saying that to you. [ He tilts his head. ] You're not upset, are you?

[diel]

I am. Just with you.

[ he doesn’t bite, but he presses his lips to the wound anyway. under his breath, his murmurs a song from childhood:

‘Pain, pain, go away…’

there. this is the best he can do. then he smacks cain - albeit not as hard as he could - on the arm and starts walking away. ]

Stop hurting what’s mine.

[uiscebeatha]

[ ...Cain is almost certain he's heard that little song before, from Akira. That's right. They're both from Japan. ]

Ow.

[ But whatever sentiment he might've had goes with the slap. And as he cradles the spot, he just watches Yoru go.

He'll try. But no promises.

bye... ]