In the morning, the beach comes back to life. Birds are back to cawing, the fish splash in the ocean, and insects buzz cheerfully from the jungle. Crabs skitter across the sand and seagulls fight over food (possibly yours). It's a frightening contrast to the stillness of yesterday but it doesn't mean it's over yet. After all, today is the trial.
The Chief stands at the front of the longhouse and brings his hand up to his mouth to let out a whistle. He'll thumb back to the hut-like building behind him and very clearly state --
"Trial time, everyone. Get in here and figure out who did it."
And then he'll turn to head in. The other Chief helpfully pipes up with a, "Make sure to bring a snack, and maybe some water. Hydration is key to catching murderers!"
The longhouse is set up like a meeting hall, with long benches on each wall, facing each other. There's a table at the front of the room already holding a small box and a pad of papers and pen, for voting apparently. Aside from that, the room is empty. It’s only when everyone has taken a seat that the doors close and the Chief speaks.
"Well, have at it. You've got till nine."
And then, he points to a clock on the wall that reads 12:00. Good luck.
Welcome to the trial post! Characters are free to discuss everything related to the trial here. They won't be let out of the room until 9PM when voting ends. Every character must vote and the voting post can be found here.
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[ With her good hand - her remaining hand - she gestures to the twelve (or so) people left standing. ]
We need to be united, or... close to.
[ ty vriska ]
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[ you got this lucina ]
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[He's so tired!]
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[ She no longer has the words to appeal to his sense of self, mentally exhausted past the point of inspiring.
If he means to abandon her now...
Well, fine.
A sigh, and then she turns away. ]
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Don't.
[All of this feels stupid and pointless, but he promised Lucina he wouldn't let her do any of this alone, so he tries to tug her back, voice finally softening.]
What do you need me to do?
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Now, it's second nature to clasp back, fingers looping through his. (Hey.)
... In a quiet voice, she tells him. ]
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