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

[foundationmods]

[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.]

VICTIM: ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA
ACT: VOTE

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[homeecspacecop]

[They feel it, both of them, all in a rush. ]

Sympathy!

[And Chuuta, quite suddenly, does not exist.

There are three of him, all at once, wings outstretched and SPH glowing blue as it fires from Drew's mouth at the tentacles in bursts of slicing energy shaped to cut those twisting tentacles into neatly-sliced bits. But he isn't real? He can't be attacked back, because Chuuta no longer exists.]

[foundationmods]

[That's neat -

except another tendril from another gray being rises up and slaps all three of them.

...]

[homeecspacecop]

[Chuuta!!]

Wh--?

[But they don't exist right now, they shouldn't be able to be thought about let alone slapped out of the sky??]

[Chuuta, wait!]

Drew! Crochet!

[Comes from one Chuuta, who tries to tie a tendril down with SPH.

Another fires more blades, and the third tries freezing a tendril.]