RECORDING 15: THE FIFTH TRIAL.

[foundationmods]

The worst has happened... and now you're all here, in the living room where all the trials so far have taken place. As all of you enter, the Vessel is there - Ango, standing as firm and unyielding as ever, waiting for the time when the trial is scheduled to begin.

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.



VICTIMS: Battler Ushiromiya and Giovanni Potage
PEOPLE TO VOTE OUT: 2

WEEK 5 VOTING

Comments

[sageking]

[ He'll close his eyes for a moment, maybe looking a little pained if you squinted, just trying to imagine the after he'll have to watch.

...But once he opened them, his expression was set. ]

I am saying that you're responsible for both of their deaths. With that small burn of yours as anything but innocuous, however the nail in the coffin would be the dark magic I sensed from you.

[reanimania]

N-no, no!!!! That was me!!! I was showing him how some of my artes work, so--

[sageking]

...Whyever do you think I would believe that, considering the discussion that's gone on in the trial?

[reanimania]

I-I was lying before, obviously!! So you wouldn't suspect me! No one knows anything about how my world's artes work, so you can't prove I wasn't!!!!

[accessorytomurder]

...Dr. Neis.

[Her voice is soft and firm.]

Please remember you have to sleep over Battler's empty bed after this.

[sageking]

[ ... ]

Attempting to fool me like this won't work. I hope you understand that.

Though, there is a part of me that foolishly wishes I could believe your words.

1/2

[golden_dream]

...!!

2/2

[golden_dream]

[GUN, DOCTOR, DOCTOR, GUN]

[She writes:

"You sure, Dr? Think carefully."]

[reanimania]

[ HE ISN'T SURE ABOUT ANYTHING HE JUST WANTS TO GO HOME ]