THE SECOND TRIAL

[strangerpeople]

THE SECOND TRIAL

[Soon after the failed attempt to contact the dead, the tell-tale alarm suddenly rings out, rattling everyone's teeth alongside Marie's voice.]

ATTENTION! EMERGENCY ALERT! PLEASE GO TO THE ELEVATORS IMMEDIATELY!! HMHMHMMM! I WILL NEVER GET TIRED OF SAYING THAT...!

[And so, once again, the elevators bring everyone back down to the trial room, where the table has been...altered, slightly, color-wise, to reflect those who are no longer among you. And once more, upon entering the force field, weapons disappear - and powers fail to work.

Bottson hops up onto the center of the table, transmitting the evidence found.]

heRe yOU Are eVerYBOdy! THe sUsPECt lISt!



YoU cAN Do THiS!


[Above everyone once more is Marie, floating around in her hover platform.]

WELL, WELL! FANCY MEETING YOU ALL HERE AGAIN! I GUESS YOU ALL FAILED TO KEEP THAT GUY ALIVE, HUH?? AHAHAHA!!

WELL, LET'S SEE IF YOU CAN GET WHO DID IT THIS TIME, HMM??

Comments

[crouching_sin]

There's no evidence to suggest that it was me. Show proof, or back down.

[fashionfever]

[they're standing pretty near each other according to the chart so Angela just

steps over and grabs his wrist

to see if the palms of his hands have any water on them]

[crouching_sin]

[No, but they smell faintly of coffee.]

[Naoya pulls his hands back.]

Consent, Angela.

[fashionfever]

Oh, sorry, bit of a generation gap there, I don't really understand how that's supposed to work outside of the bedroom.

[she draws back her hands behind her neck and preens, thinking]

As hard a kick as Rosenkreuz got should have left the person who did it tired if they weren't very strong, but you said from the beginning coffee was the first part of your day you were willing to tell us about.

[crouching_sin]

Cultural things as well, but...

Because it tends to be the first thing I do in the morning.