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

[purrtagonist]

[he nods at that, but clarifies]

All of the suspicion towards Inaba was created by herself, and the behavior she displayed Thursday evening and now today. Because of that, and because I think it's likely that she has a third-party role, I won't be voting for her.

[xenoqueen]

[hmmmm. Ripley sighs and nods carefully.]

Understandable.

[purrtagonist]

[his mouth twitches, grateful she didn't argue with him]

Besides, I'd like to focus on catching Yoshi-kun's killer. [his hands ball into fists] For plenty of reasons.

[xenoqueen]

I'd like to, as well. But unless we can somehow summon up a hidden confession note somewhere, I don't know if we'll be able to catch them today.

...For now, we'll just have to continue and see where our conclusions bring us.

[purrtagonist]

[a deep breath, and Akira's eyes slip shut]

Marathon, not a sprint. Right?

[xenoqueen]

[Ripley grimaces.] Right. Keep our eyes on the goal.

[It's clear from her tone of voice she doesn't like it, though. Why couldn't things be simple, where you know what the alien stalking you looks like?]

[purrtagonist]

[it's okay, it's clear in the way holds himself to tensely, so tersely, that he doesn't like it, either]

Eyes on the prize.

I won't lose sight of that.