FIRST TRIAL

[bathymetric]

Alright, that seems like more than enough time to poke around the crime scene. Gather at the vault door, won’t you? It seems that for many of you it will be a short walk.

[ Once you’re all gathered at the vault door, Angel meets you there and quietly taps a keycard to the side of it. There’s an enormous whirring and grinding from inside as various mechanisms within the door move and whir - until with one last shuddering thud, the door starts to swing inwards, revealing a fully-glass tunnel leading off the side of the plateau the base is built on. Small lights built into the floor illuminate as you walk forward, until finally they light up an enormous elevator, perfectly capable of holding the twenty-four of you.

Angel comes too, putting a few numbers into a keypad just outside the door and inserting her card key once everyone is inside. She’ll gestures to get in if anyone seems unsure, but doesn’t really speak or enter the car herself. ]

Going down.

[ And down the elevator goes, leaving the lights of the facility behind - from here everyone can even see some parts of the facility you don’t have access to, it’s bigger than you realized. But it’s a long and uncomfortable ride to the depths, at least a minute or two before the elevator stops.

When the doors open, enough lights flash on to show that you’ve reached the ocean floor, some distance below even the depths you knew before. Lights around the outside of the massive glass dome you've found yourselves in illuminate the barren depths of the sea, with little if any ocean life to currently disrupt it.

At the top of the dome, among the lights, is an outward-facing circle of five or six different screens, each showing the telltale spiral that indicates The Professor is as present as he ever is.

Below them, of course, are the podiums, a circle of simple metal stands with some kind of video screen embedded into each, though they’re turned off for now. Each of your names is carved into one of them, though the podium constructed for Aela seems to have been just set to display a blank red light.

The screens lower down until they’re too close to eye level for anyone’s comfort. ]

Welcome to the trial room. You have as long as you need to discover who among you killed The Huntress. Once you have, I will explain further action. Take your places.

[ The screens rise back up - welcome to your first trial. ]

Comments

[emberserker]

The easiest thing to assume is that the one who did it is one of those who still isn't used to modern technology. Narrowing down the 11 men of the group, thanks to the footprints and the fact that they thought to use the men's water closet immediately, leaves only a few. Therion comes to mind, but he's rarely forthcoming with things that don't incriminate him, much less things that do. Seteth is a prominent option, and would have the strength to do it, and Lif might, but he's had a disastrous moment or two in the gymnasium...

[onefuture]

[Grumbled into his hands.]

Did you really have to tell everyone about that...

[emberserker]

It's for a good cause and you know it.

[onefuture]

Consider it some level of appreciated, I suppose...

[hardnosed]

[ oh come on what the fuck is a water closet ]

[bolderfell]

...

[She's not wrong.]

[archboxer]

Seteth would not have done this. If he had, I would know.

[emberserker]

He is your loyal disciple, isn't he? That would make sense, if we're to believe you.

[archboxer]

He is-- [She's about to say something else but she stops herself to change the direction of her sentence.] A loyal member of the church and a personal friend. You have no reason to distrust me, Anna.

[emberserker]

[sigh]

At this point, we've all got reason to distrust one another.

[archboxer]

You are merely sowing seeds of distrust and discord. We must be cautious and not point fingers so readily.

[emberserker]

Fine.

[why this]

[pimpplan]

[ did someone talk about trusting others because :) ]

Calling it pointing fingers is a bit much, don't you think?

We've all known each other, what, almost two weeks? I'd think that's not enough time to really get a good judge on that. Unless everyone wants to start talking about what was in their envelopes.

[ Which, no. ]

[ladygeryon]

Judging from the complaints I hear about other people's husbands, some men are hopeless with cleaning no matter what time period they're from.

[bolderfell]

I also don't think it's a sure thing whoever did this wasn't used to the machines. Those things sound complicated. If the killer was panicking, maybe they just made a mistake.

[emberserker]

A mistake that they had hours to correct?

[ladygeryon]

Maybe they decided to finish cleaning themselves up in their own room...? They'd have more privacy there, after all. And there's quite a few of us who have irregular sleep schedules here, so maybe they worried about being found then as well...

[bolderfell]

They didn't correct anything else they did wrong, either. Maybe they couldn't face it.

[archboxer]

Was there any water or soap leading out of the door?

[thieviusraccoonus]

[Says nothing because honestly....... she's right]

[gangrene]

[ honestly................... yeah ]

[pimpplan]

[ Obviously that entails him to a degree, as well, but he's focused in on something else: ]

What do you mean, "disastrous moment or two?"

[emberserker]

He made a bit of a mess trying to use the weight machines and such.

[baitless]

...I suppose I can't exactly provide much of a defense outside of saying that I was not responsible, but Rhea is right that I would not do something so drastic behind her back.

[archboxer]

[Thank you... She's trying...]