TRIAL IV

[lesmodsalouette]

Trial

Another Saturday, but this Saturday is your last Saturday. If everything holds, if everything works out. After all you've been through, are you capable of being an optimist? The carnival calls regardless, furniture arranged around as they always are with banquet table and pit in the middle.

This week's new offerings are: a fluffy loaf of a certain type of rye bread, a hearty beef stew and an assortment of fresh pies with candied fruit and cream.

For the last time, find out who killed two of your own: G'raha Tia and Sariel.

(( 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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[uiscebeatha]

Could you tell me what he might know about setting traps, then?

[ They did just have a gun safety "class," so. ]

[remainsilent]

While I appreciate those who set up traps, I'd rather just get on with it and strike at the matter with my spear.

[uiscebeatha]

[ oh hey guy into asphyxiation

Cain laughs. ]

That makes us the same. Thanks for your input.

[remainsilent]

[ help ]

[baebladie]

[ He shakes his head. ]

Nothing. He's not the type to lay such things - and the weapons used...I didn't recognize the kind of gunshot wound, and neither would he.

Besides, with all of that fighting, someone is bound to be injured - Angelo hasn't even fully stripped. And none of what was on Dan Heng was indicative of a fighting injury.

[uiscebeatha]

Right, that makes sense. Gotcha.

Thanks.

[ He gives a knowing smile... not a fighting injury huh ]

[whileaway]

Are we sure that the traps weren't set by G'raha? I want to say I recall them being something he was partial towards.

[uiscebeatha]

Oh, I don't know. If the tea room was barricaded to begin with, then maybe the traps were a part of their defenses.

[ He doesn't know, he wasn't there.

Looks around— ]

Urianger?

[ COME HERE TALK ABOUT YOUR HOMIE AND HIS INTERESTS ]

[divineth]

[He's wearing goggles, but Cain can still see his eyebrows furrow.]

If he had planted traps, though for what purpose I cannot say, he would have spoken of them to me. 'Tis also not a manner of trap that he would create.

[uiscebeatha]

[ dude take those off we're inside ]

I see. That makes sense. Thanks, Urianger.

[ Trusting his word obvs. ]