
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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[ A quiet, retiring sound, the way she utters his name. ]
Do you really think this is a goal we can effectively pursue?
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nods at her. ]
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[HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO, OKAY?? He's grasping at straws here.]
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You all do.
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The problem [or rather ONE OF THE MANY PROBLEMS] is that we do not know if the Chiefs will accept that graciously.
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I'm not sure we do. Magilou recounted to us what the Chiefs said about that particular choice. It may be that we can't pick that answer.
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[ So fucking what, is what she's thinking, ]
Perhaps we should ask if he can act on his own preferences in such a way, or if that opinion is ultimately irrelevant. We don't know what takes priority, the rules of the game or his good opinion.
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He can. [ simple and straightforward, and deadly serious. ] We can't test him, Lucina. It won't end well.
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[ Lucina's dumb, so
she's not afraid, even though she probably ought to be. ]
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Is that not the point of this assemblage, to determine— [ WHEEZE
silence ]
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