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

[wrongtiming]

[He rakes a hand through his hair, giving a frustrated sigh.]

This is bullshit.

[xenoqueen]

I know, I know, we just... [She lets out a frustrated noise.] We need time. And we don't have that time.

[wrongtiming]

So what are we supposed to do?

[It's an honest question - he's looking to her for guidance.]

[xenoqueen]

Unfortunately, in these circumstances, and with the information we've been given, we can't draw and solid conclusions. Therefore, we need to keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary, other than what we've seen so far.

[Her voice is cold and authoritative--a way to calm herself down, as well as other people.]

But that doesn't mean we shouldn't trust each other. Paranoia will do nothing but make us easier targets. If we want to find out who's not human, we'll need to work together. [A pause.] Contradictory, huh?

[tacticalespionageaction]

[If he can chime in-]

There has to be something. Some kind of mistake, a flaw in the disguise...

[Anything. His tone is impatient; they're getting desperate here.]

[xenoqueen]

They'll have to make a mistake eventually. If--

[...]

How do we know that they perfectly mimic humans?

[tacticalespionageaction]

Were we ever told they could?

[xenoqueen]

No. Just that they can disguise themselves as something else.

[Ripley runs a hand through her hair.] We don't have time for this. We need to...think about this, maybe.

[tacticalespionageaction]

If they can't copy humans down right to their DNA...if they still have to be whatever they are...there has to be some kind of tell.

[His jaw clenches, lacking the answer to what it might be.]

[xenoqueen]

The question is finding out what that tell is. And we've run out of time.

[tacticalespionageaction]

[...They have, haven't they?]

Damn it.