WEEK 2 - TRIAL

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TRIAL

The morning seemed so far away yesterday - yet, it also seems too soon when morning comes and you are all yet again ushered to the third floor by The Lady. The Captain is there, in all of his....glory? It's hard to tell.

The doors close, and he speaks up, this time reclining on one of the couches in the room.

"You know the drill - 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 coffee table in front of him, labeled 'VOTES'.

"-you'll have to put in your vote so someone can be punished. You all saw what happens when you refuse to play, right?"

He leans back, placing his hands behind his head.

"So get to it."

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


VICTIM: YOSHI NANASE

27 GUESTS REMAIN.

Comments

[latebluemer]

I hate to say it, but the Jorogumo and even the Cleaner's kills were much... cleaner than this.

[The pun is totally the fault of the mun because she can't resist terrible things.]

Nanashi wouldn't have been able to fight back enough to need this much -- this. Were they making a point, or...

[messianic]

[...He grimaces.]

Or... could they just not control themselves? I'm still not entirely sure I understand how far this "monster" thing goes.

[purrtagonist]

. . . that's been my assumption, but Minato brings up a good point. We don't know how these monsters work, or what the possession is like mechanically.

[latebluemer]

We know they were probably in control of themselves before and after, because they're in disguise, and because they dressed up the body. Unless someone else did that.

[Hm.]

[purrtagonist]

I doubt it was someone else, but-- these sounds like questions for our sleepy host.

[jerks a thumb at the captain]

[latebluemer]

He said no, not this time. That no one else touches the body unless the killer asks.

[Which means that it might be something they have to deal with in the future. Great preview.]

[purrtagonist]

[oh my god]

I assume they could ask the Staff for help cleaning up?

[HE SAYS SO DRYLY]

[latebluemer]

Or for messing up the crime scene and making it even harder for us to figure anything out.

[There are so many possibilities! A whole rainbow of them?!]

[purrtagonist]

[THAT JUST MAKES IT MORE FUN!!]

Good to know that the knowledge is out there in public for our next killer to use in the future.

[latebluemer]

If it was already a part of the game options for the mafia, then they should know about it. And now that we're aware of it...

[The real question is--]

It depends on whether we can get any more information out of the Captain or the staff about interference, if it happens.

[purrtagonist]

We should be able to. It's only fair.

[doesn't mean they will be able to, though]

[messianic]

[A quiet nod.]

It'd be really dangerous to try to pick out who did it based off of motive or how they're acting if we don't know how the monsters act while they're monsters...

It could be totally different.

[Could be just a mild brainwashing, or total ravenous murder, or... well, he has no idea. How much can the monsters think? They clearly have been targeting certain people, so...?]

[purrtagonist]

[Akira's gaze flickers towards the sleeping captain, before he rolls his eyes]

Wish me luck getting anything useful out of that lazy bum, yeah?

[TIME TO ASK SOME QUESTIONS]

[messianic]

[DON'T DO ANYTHING STUPID

but

all Minato's got is:]

Good luck.

[purrtagonist]

[flashes Minato a smile, before lifting his arm for a forearm bump]

[messianic]

[u know he'll give you that, but still

don't do anything stupid

Also, he doesn't trust the captain, so he's watching as Akira goes.]

[purrtagonist]

[not only does Akira get ABSOLUTELY NO RESPONSE, but]

[he's also rendered blind]

[help]

[messianic]

[Poor Akira.

Minato grimaces, but here, he'll be your seeing eye human until it wears off.]

Hey... you okay?

[purrtagonist]

[groping out blindly for something on which he can steady himself]

Fine, fine. . . what the hell, though!

[messianic]

[He reaches out, so. He ends up taking Akira's hand, I guess? It's fine.]

Akira...

[...]

Maybe someone else should ask him your questions. I don't think he likes you.

[purrtagonist]

[grasping it tightly, but he looks put out and is pouting slightly]

What did I ever do to him?

[messianic]

[A very, very faint quirk of his lips.]

You were Akira.

I think people in positions of authority don't like you in general.

[purrtagonist]

Good.

[HE LIKES IT THAT WAY]

They shouldn't.

[messianic]

[A swipe of his thumb over Akira's knuckles.]

Let me try asking the next questions we've got, okay?

[purrtagonist]

[rocks back on his heels as he patiently waits for the next two minutes to pass]

You want to try asking the questions I didn't receive answers for?