RECORDING 6: THE SECOND TRIAL.

[foundationmods]

The worst has happened... and now you're all here, in the living room where you first met Todd. As all of you enter, the Vessel is there - Olympia, staring balefully at you in all of her robotic glory.

On one of the tables away from the center is a small enclosed box entitled 'VOTES', with slips of paper nearby and a pen. It's sufficiently away from what will be the 'main' action, but not enough to really give anyone complete privacy as they vote.

Once everyone is inside, the doors automatically shut and lock themselves, leaving you trapped in here with the Vessel...and each other.

One of you is a murderer...however, in this game, the guilty do not need to be voted out. As long as there are enough people voted out that matches the victims...then it will be accepted.

...But, can you really let someone get away with murder...?

The choice...is up to you.

VICTIM: JACK MORRISON
PEOPLE TO VOTE OUT: 1

WEEK 2 VOTING

Comments

[dreamshielder]

I'm relieved to have been of help in some small way, then.

[He is fully on board with not touching anything, man. His hands are going in his pockets and he's ducking his chin a little into his Foundation uniform for... whatever that might accomplish.]

Perhaps we could leave her next to where you found Morrison.

[Somehow it seems.. apt. Maybe.]

[eyeforai]

[He looks over to where Jack's body is still some half-skeletonized, half-decomposing mess which is probably being swarmed by flies. They might not have known each other according to her, but it was still better than just dumping her body in a random place.]

Yeah, that would be for the best. ...I'll be right back.

[He'll walk over to place her down as quickly as possible, keeping some distance from Jack's corpse while also attempting not to damage Yuri's body in the process. It's a terrible enough affair considering the smells and sights, but it's better than just leaving the whole thing alone, so this is just his life now. Either way, when he returns back to Haku, the scent of death lingers on his clothes.]

Alright, let's go.

[dreamshielder]

[It's certainly a smell they're all getting well acquainted with, that's for sure. When Date returns, he nods and begins heading back out of the greenhouse.]

Thank you for doing that.

[It's not really a task people enjoy doing and all, but it's necessary if they don't want a maggot infested living room.]

[eyeforai]

It's the least I could do. ...Neither of them deserved this.

[Considering All That happened and he's an officer of the law who couldn't really do anything to stop it. Emotions are great!!]

[dreamshielder]

No. They didn't.

[And he falls quiet at that for a few strides as they make their way back to the static wing of the house.]

But I think it's best that you don't think about the matter in those terms. People die for all sorts of reasons.