WEEK 1 - TRIAL

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TRIAL

It's been a long night, with the knowledge burning in your brain that one of your number has died. Even if the victim wasn't known very well, this dangerous game of Mafia was still played, and that might be the worst of all. Not only that, but the Apprentice's warning still rings heavy in your minds - especially after seeing the state of Szayel's body.

The Lady appears for once when everyone is gathered, leading you all up the stairs to the third floor, past whatever glimpses of the upper floors you might get. The room she takes you to is, frankly, extravagant. There's snacks and drinks waiting inside, along with....a new person? It's a man, and as The Lady leaves and closes the doors behind her, the man tilts his head up and speaks.

"You can call me The Captain. Since one of you have died during the game, it's your responsibility to try and vote someone out. You have six hours to talk about it, but then-"

He taps on a box on the table in front of him, labeled 'VOTES'

"-you'll have to put in your vote so someone can be punished. Not voting, well...That's a lot like not playing. And trust me - you want to play."

The man sits down at the table, leaning back and placing his feet on the table while crossing his arms.

"So get to it."

As he says that, music begins to play in the room...


VICTIM: SZAYELAPPORO GRANZ

30 GUESTS REMAIN.

Comments

[latebluemer]

Is there any way we could tell where the towel came from? The pool? Or somebody's room?

[moonlightbeast]

That...is probably something we should have investigated before.

[latebluemer]

I wonder if we can call the staff here and ask... or actually--

[Off she goes to bug the Captain.]

[duskhound]

I can say that the towel probably didn't come from the pool. Nothing was missing or out of place in the pool and sauna area, aside from the... oil guest. The staff informed us that the oil guest didn't see anything suspicious, either.

[latebluemer]

I guess that's all we have to go on there. Thanks, though. I didn't really feel like checking the pool after running into the oil guest the first time.

[The onion of mystery has had a small layer peeled from it!]