Week 3, Saturday

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This time, when everyone files into the studio, they aren't escorted to their seats. Instead, they are sent to podiums up on the stage arrange in a semi-circle. Everyone can see each other, and everyone is also visible to the cameras. Off to stage right is a jury box with 12 prinnies in it, all in various states of 'fancy dress'. One is wearing a suit top, another a blouse, one a huge Colonial-era wig. To stage left at box 0 is Dazai's seat, where he will be spending most of the trial, but he will get up to move around at times. And in the very center is a picture of Aqua. Once everyone is in their spots, one of the prinnies will hit a gavel against the podium in front of it, signaling the start of the trial.

It's time to find Aqua's killer.


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Comments

[houndumb]

... Why? 'Cause you think I'm going to kill him or something?

[His magic's simmered back down by now, even if his temper hasn't -- it's settled instead to a dangerous low hum, not cold (it's never cold), but still fraught with magic and teeth.]

I don't care about any of that shit! I want him to just fuckin'-- use his words. For once.

[There's something a touch forlorn in that for the barest moment before it's subsumed under anger again.]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[He notes that - But still doesn't step down.]

He is, Nora. Just because it is a different manner of speaking does not mean it's not full of meaning.

[There's more than just words to understand someone, after all.]

[houndumb]

[I guess at this point he'll just talk to Alcor around him, but it's possible dog has at least calmed down to the point where he isn't outright flinging spells. Apparently it is possible to talk him down?? Somehow?? Miracles.]

Yeah, well. I never was any good with languages.

[His shoulders relax a little bit -- or slump a little bit, maybe. Time to have a staring contest with the floor instead.]