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[CONTINUE + 4] week 1 || act: indict

[Saturday dawns, bright and early again. No one comes to the Inn, but you feel compelled to go to the Core anyway.
It's as if you're forced to. As if....it's inescapable. Puppets, forced to dance where their strings lead.
You make the walk past everything, until you are directly in the Core, where some kind of whitish, rainbow-gleaming liquid can be seen below.
In this area, you are led to a wider platform that is still open to the liquid before, with the handrails in place - where there are some seats around, and....surrounded by a sea of entirely gray faces, no Monsters to be seen.
This...for all of you, it is a familiar sight.
It is a trial location.
You are here to find the killer...and convict one of your own, in a murder that makes no sense.
But you have no choice.
You can only forge ahead....and try to find out the truth.]
ACT: VOTE
Re: ??????
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
My thought... one that doesn't make sense at all and yet...
Has this been the reality of it the whole time?
[gesturing at all the gray beings standing where monsters used to in earlier weeks.]
no subject
no subject
no subject
[She waves at her face.]
Not the faces. The masks.