guiltrip | WEEK 2; TRIAL

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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[ a slight cringe, but. ]

...Yes. I would like to do that.

Merveilleux! Fantastique!

[He's finally gotten someone to willingly listen to his archive...!! With a snap of his fingers, Lobelia summons every single one of them — about thirsty, thus far — and spreads them out before Zelkov.]

Go on, then! Simply hold them up to your ear and listen to the marvelous sounds within!

[The sounds within are all very mundane: the crashing of waves, the various cries of different tropical birds, Haruka screaming... Haruka singing........ Haruka crying........... It's a lot of Haruka, but nothing within his archive has any relation to the crime.]

[ i'm so glad you typoed thirty as thirsty because it feels so right... his haruka thirst

also he hates every second of listening to this thanks ]

...I see. Thank you.

[ ...

looks to haruka like "bro" ]

Edited (and then *i* typoed) 2023-05-27 23:23 (UTC)