WEEK 2; TRIAL

[killerwaves]

TRIAL

Whether you investigated or decided to take it easy, before you know it the speakers crackle to life instructing you to head to the beach. This is a demand not a request, and anyone who doesn't comply will find themselves forcibly moved there by the kitty bots—even if it takes a whole swarm of them.

Once you get there, you'll see that this isn't quite a beach party, instead a gigantic sandbar dotted with some type of constructs has risen out of the sea and tides. The path to the sandbar is solid enough even if it is relatively narrow, and once you arrive you'll find that you're far out in the ocean, way farther than it's comfortable to swim.

And once everyone is gathered, the pathway recedes back into the sea leaving you trapped here, all twenty-eight of you. At least there's ample seating, a kind of amphitheater made of sand with space in the middle for grandstanding or dramatic revelations. Though the area is mostly open, there are lone pieces of sand wall around the edges, maybe to dissuade you from tossing someone into the ocean without stopping you entirely. Thankfully, a lone outhouse rests again one of the walls just in case you need to use the bathroom, though it's not much in the way of actual privacy.

Settle in, get comfortable or just complain about all the sand you'll be tracking back, if you make it back that is. There's still another sacrifice to be chosen after all according to your administrators and—

Maybe you've noticed there's no palm trees or speakers here? It's just you, and the sand. For now.

(( OOC: Welcome to your first trial! You'll have 7 hours (8PM EST/5PM PST) to find the killer and send them off their death, if you believe in justice at least. Since this is scapegoat style, finding the correct killer is not mandatory!

Please remember to vote before then unless you've spoken to a mod, as votes are our stand-in for AC. ))

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[solutionary]

Would you be able to say if the stab wound to his heart came from straight on, or at an angle?

[conchy]

It appeared to have been a straight cut given the angle of the wound. A wound like that would suggest Chai was already on the ground by the time the blade was driven through his chest.

[solutionary]

Straight, but jagged? Were the edges rough, like it wasn't sharpened? [Sharper weapons make for cleaner (and more merciful) cuts...]

You said you had a picture of it, may I take a look? I know Shuda has already, but perhaps it will match something I've seen before.

[conchy]

Some of our amis have theorized that a blade of hardened sugar was used to cut through Monsieur Chai's chest. Sugar is délicat, so fragments of sugar breaking off the blade might explain the jaggedness of the wound.

[That's his opinion, but he'll hand the good doctor the photos so he can have a look for himself.]

[solutionary]

[This is why he tells people not too have too much candy in their lives, nothing good comes of it.]

I suppose the gummy worms might have been used to disguise any sugar in the wound then, in case someone [He's not looking at Beel, he's pointedly not] decide to taste it as well?