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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[dysnowpian]

Go right ahead.

[ As noted before, he has a long sleeve shirt on and pants. His attire is clean of any kind of residue, and he'll offer his boots as well, though it's more leggy out than actually taking them off.

They're clean. ]

[plunges]

[ How clean are we talking, here? ]

[dysnowpian]

[ Pretty clean! I mean there's sand on them now because you know, sandbar but. Appearances are important. ]

[plunges]

[ sand be that way man ]

and not even a minute later:

[plunges]

I want to ask why your shoes are so clean, Sonya.

[dysnowpian]

[ He blinks? Xiao you did the boomerang. ]

Because I like to keep all my clothes neat. Is that so odd?

[plunges]

[ Quick question -- could Xiao have been able to discern if they were cleaned recently? Like, are there any sparkly clean spots aside from where the sand is, etc. Or the scent of...soap...idk... ]

[dysnowpian]

[ Is Xiao actually smelling his shoes... help.

Anyway, there's really no other answer besides his shoes are clean and they probably smell more like leather than anything else. ]

[plunges]

[ WE CAN SAY he did that during the check......so he's not just randomly bending down and sniffing Sonya's shoe suddenly, help ]

...I suppose not.

[ He looks over at Billy. ]

I do not sense that his shoes were overly-cleaned recently.

[butcherspice]

[Oi Sonya got any sugar in your hair or hair that looks recently cleaned?]

[dysnowpian]

[ Assuming Billy is just giving him the staredown, his clothes are neat and tidy but it's not like he smells blatantly of lemons or anything. And also since he's looking at him, and does in fact have eyes, he does have his harpoon with him. ]

[butcherspice]

...I'm just gonna borrow that harpoon y'got, mate.

[No, Sonya doesn't have a choice. Does it look suspiciously clean or have anything on it?]

[dysnowpian]

Hmm? I'm sorry, I'll have to refuse you.

[ Yeah he is sir not handing over the harpoon. ]

[dupiety]

[Since he did come over with Xiao and Billy...]

And why is that, hm?

[dysnowpian]

It's a simple matter of protection, that's all. You can ask Waltaquinn, but when we found ourselves trapped outside the cabanas, I was unarmed. I told her that I wouldn't make such a mistake again, so here we are.

[ A beat. ]

Normally I have my sword, but that didn't make the trip with me.

[dupiety]

You being unarmed while yourself and Waltaquin were awake within the barrier means nothing. We have observed that Chai had unrestricted movement after everyone else fell asleep, and it would have been the same for you if you were involved in this.

Allow us to confirm that your harpoon was not involved and we will hand it right back.

[dysnowpian]

[ He pauses, perhaps in consideration. ]

And how do you intend to do that?

[chosenwang]

[ Hey not gurl hey ]

I won't let them do anything to you if that is your concern.

[dysnowpian]

[ Two people having his back brings him joy! But it's okay bae, because he can handle himself. ]

[necrotiem]

I can confirm we did discuss this. He said he would retrieve it as soon as our situation - being restrained - was rectified.

[To him:]

I shan't let them stab you in the back while you're unarmed if you divest, Sonya.

[There will be no mid-trials, in the specific five-minute section against this specific person, on her watch.]

[plunges]

[ sand may not be sus but this sure is ]

[butcherspice]

What's the matter? Don't trust good ol' Billy with a weapon? I can be a negotiatin' type of bloke too, y'know.

[He very "personably" approaches Sonya, if personable meant ready to punch someone in the process.]

[dysnowpian]

I like to be an optimist but I'm also not a fool, you know.

[ He'll be doing his best to like sidestep here and Billy will be able to tell he absolutely knows his way in melee combat. ]

[dancing_flames]

[Hey so heeeere's Shuda just moving up on your other side so you can't dodge that far.

He can tell you know what you are doing in a fight here.]

[butcherspice]

Well, well...it seems like order in the court ain't a priority if you look at One-Foot Bob over there.

[Well, Billy's a melee combatant too, judging from how he pulls up his crowbar and lightly tosses it into a ready position.]

Y'got ten seconds to pick between the easy way or the hard way before I choose for ya.