SECOND TRIAL

[bathymetric]

Time's up, boys and girls. Please gather up your evidence and make your way to the vault door.

[ The process of heading to the elevator and crowding in remains the same as last week - Angel leads you all to the elevator car, then stays behind as you make your slow descent to the dome below. You might not even notice if you aren't paying attention, but... the cart is already less crowded than it was last week. You certainly won't be able to avoid noticing it if your numbers dwindle too much further than this.

When the doors open on the trial room, it's just as bleak a place as last week. ]

Take your places, won't you? And this time, you all know what's at stake. No more... funny business.

[The number of podiums displaying that red light is higher now - Damien, Lif, and Piers are all represented by blank spots now, no tasteful covers or anything normal to mark their passing, just a red glow and a gap in your number.

Cheery!

The screens raise up to the ceiling to give you all room to see, and the Professor's final words before the trial begins ring out: ]

Find the killer, leave alive. And killer? Try a little harder to stop them from doing that than the last one in your shoes. Call out for me if you require anything.

[ Welcome to your second trial. ]

Comments

[bolderfell]

...That's odd. Piers's instrument was hidden in the library. Why go to a whole different room to hide something else, if it was so close to morning?

[emberserker]

Whoever this culprit is knows how the investigation process works, obviously. We've already done one of these trials, so they know if they just left everything in the chapel, it'd be found. They're clearly trying to hide their tracks -- there'd be no point otherwise.

[bolderfell]

The fewer places you move, the less of a trail you leave. Especially if you haven't much time before you might be seen. And there are better places to hide things, too. Our rooms, for instance. None of us really has time to search there before the Professor calls us here.

[emberserker]

That's true, but Ema mentioned that the death was hours before the morning bell. None of us heard anything, even though he was playing the guitar.

[bolderfell]

It's a lot quieter when he doesn't use the...

[Ugh. What is it called. What the fuck.]

The cord that takes lightning from the wall.

[emberserker]

Power cord. The amplifier. Electricity?

[bolderfell]

Sure. Yes.

[lovelikeyou]

The electricity! Electric guitars are supposed to be louder, but you can play them without the electricity too! Greg does it for quieter songs, or when he's practicing a new one.

[bolderfell]

Yeah. He showed me after I asked about it. If it was night, he might have been trying to be considerate.

[lovelikeyou]

He probably was.