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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[While the beach bitchfight is going down, the administrators have stayed silent, perhaps occasionally even checking their own devices -- because there's always that. It might look kind of hilarious to see them bent over the whimsical little U-PINIONS, but the spectacle is as short-lived as Sonya's defiance.

Eventually, Overhaul stands, and with the motion the glass booth around him shatters neatly back down into sand. Amplifying the sound is the clap of his hands, demanding attention in the midst of chaos.

In the meantime, the kittybots swarm around Sonya and start dragging him up the amphitheater, separating him from his fellow islanders -- though perhaps the fellowship isn't so much fellowship anymore.]

Time's up, voting's done. If you want to rough up the prisoner, save it for tomorrow -- we'll do that execution style rather than mob vengeance. We're keeping him on the Sungem island tonight, if you want to get some last words in.

You don't need me to tell you that Sonya's been voted out. Correctly, I'll add. Some of you decided to have a little fun and vote for Kanon, Nona, Lobelia, Billy, and Vergilius too, but this isn't the government. They're not getting any honors.

We'll see you tomorrow and finish up what we need to do this week.

[And with that, administrators, kittybots, corpse and soon-to-be-corpse are paraded out through the sand wall again, vanishing into the gold of sand and blue of the sea. The bridge they used to arrive here reappears, allowing them to finally leave this somewhat bloodied sandbar.]

[OOC: Execution sign-ups are open! As for Sonya, he will be imprisoned in the seacaves by the beach on Sungem's Peak, so feel free to PC him there. :)]

Edited 2023-05-28 00:46 (UTC)

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He's just flat out leaving the second they're all allowed.

Bye everyone.]

... Good, we succeeded. This time.

[ We can leave? Kallamar is leaving. ]

[Nona watches as Sonya's dragged away, utterly helpless.

"What did you do?"

"A damned thing, didn't I."

"When is the part where you hurt me?"]

I'm sorry. [She says quietly. At Sonya, mostly. She never spoke to him. She's sorry anyway.]