WEEK 5; TRIAL

[killerwaves]

TRIAL

Three dead, one vote. This might be a pit of a pickle, huh? Perhaps appropriately, the kittybots are serving pickles of all flavors today, along with food that might remind you of your childhood like ants on a log, gummy worm sundaes and adorable toast in sweet and savory profiles. To drink, are their best attempts at replicating the DD refreshers with a whole array of silly straws.

Off to the side in a booth of their own are the bodies as well as attendant kittybots (well two bodies and one arm); simply request which body you'd like to look at and the kitty bots will direct you appropriately, given the number of arms floating around. The kittybots continue to do their best.

(( OOC: Welcome to your third trial! You'll have 7 hours (8PM EST/5PM PST) to vote one (1) person guilty of murder. 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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[townmusician]

We can't even send them all to die, so I don't know why they wouldn't.

[Cowards!]

[necrotiem]

Oh?

We can't send them all to die, but they might still be killed here if we all go the way of no forgiveness. Hahaha! I for one am getting a bit worked up at our lack of progress...

[townmusician]

There's a chance any of us could die if people get angry enough, so it still seems stupid to drag it out any more then it's already being.

[He looks over at Waltaquin.]

What are you going to do, then, if we don't solve any of this?

[necrotiem]

Hahahahaha! [Now that he's asked, she just laughs, though when it's over she seems to flinch and frown.]

I wonder... what I could do, would it be enough? I'm just as powerless as the rest of you.

[townmusician]

You're all on the same playing field, aren't you? With whatever this place has done to your powers.

[The flinching is... weird, but he doesn't have the capacity to unpack that.]

So I don't know that makes you guys "powerless". You could still probably do whatever you want to anyone you want, if you decide to become a vigilante.

[necrotiem]

You're right about that. I don't think anyone could tell me to restrain myself, lest they mistake me for tame.

Level or not, it's still frustrating to feel restrained like this.

Scary, even.

[dakicover]

Can we please avoid more fighting?

[ like good lord. ]

[microtransactions]

Seconded.

[ a total body sigh here, like, come on. ]

[necrotiem]

This from you, Crea? Do you really have that forgiveness in your heart?

[dakicover]

Listen, Waltaquin.

[ he speaks lowly, the emotion was weighing heavily on his shoulders. ]

Two of my friends were murdered. I also enjoyed Alice's presence here, and I hate the end that she, Zelkov, and Nona received. I ain't gonna deny it, I'm pissed off. I probably won't forgive whoever killed them. But what I said during Kanon's execution still stands: I hate killing and I hate fighting. If we could avoid it, then that's all that I could ask for.

[necrotiem]

I'm listening.

[She even leans forward to do so, dwelling quite a lot on his face as he speaks.]

I wonder if they would agree with you. If someone were to have killed me I'd be screaming until my soul folded in on itself.

Hahahaha... I won't cause anymore trouble right now...

[dakicover]

I'm not sure. But if they disagree, then they can haunt me through texts later. Open invitation.