T̢H̢҉̴E̢͝ ̡S͝E҉̡C̡̢O̵N̡̕͠D̵͡ ̕͠T̀͢R͞IAL

[strangerpeople]

T͝HE͘ S̴̸E҉̶̀C͜Ơ̷̢N͏D̡͟ T҉̧R͘I͟A̧͟͠L̢

Heyyyyyyyyy, Strangers! How's Valentine's Day going? Unfortunately we have to start the trial soon if you want to get any dinner dates in before midnight!

I know some of you have a very special day near today, too! So let’s get a move on, shall we? You know the drill! Though you know… since we saw one of those clues, you can bring your pets in today.

[And so it is. Just like last week, the elevator shoots everyone down to the trial room. Lala's podium, now, is Xed out in red. And like last week, five of the podiums' dot matrix name plates suddenly flash with a red border.]

THE BRITTLE	THE CIRCUIT	THE ENEMY	THE NOODLES
				THE UNKNOWN

[And clashing with the borders whether red or not, on each Stranger’s podium is a little piece of candy: A gray heart, printed with a message in nearly black capitals. These candies are similar to the pills in that they taste like nothing at all rather than sand; while a pill is meant to serve as a full meal, one candy is about as filling as a single apple.

The messages are as follows.]

KING: BEST FRIEND	ARTHUR: LOOKING GOOD	OSOMATSU: ONE OF A KIND	ESTELLE: BRIGHT SPARK	MCBURN: NEVER MEANDER	JONATHAN: DOUBLE THE FUN
AMBROSINE: QUEEN OF MY HEART	CALEB: HOT	KARMA: YOU’RE A DOLL	VITA: TRUE BLUE BEAUTY	KURAMA: FOXY	ERIC: SEW NICE

I'd call what you had to look at "inhumane", but Lala Hagoromo wasn't human, was she?

Now, now, Hiyori. I’m not human, either.

Doesn't change how sad it is that she lost her chance to be happy... Oh, why don't you give them a good look at what you have there, Link?

[Link holds up the heart labeled "OUT OF / THIS WORLD". The hosts are visible behind the glass of their sterile observation room this time by the way.]

We made too many because we hoped all of you would finally join in on the fun by today... So, if you retire, culprit, you can eat this one!

[...Well, maybe the evidence will cause the Hosts to eat their words. BOOM. Burn........or...well, it doesn't matter. The clock is ticking.


The trial for the murder of Lala Hagoromo, The Chance, has begun.]

Comments

[relieable]

[oh boy]

Where do you wanna look?

[poorlovefool]

Like... throat and wrists and shit. [do not take that last one literally the podiums are not toilets] Grabby places.

[who put him in charge of this]

[illusionarymelody]

Ankles might be a good idea too.

[poorlovefool]

Right. She did get knocked on the ground... [Poor Lala.]

[relieable]

Grabby... places...

[well, he pulls off his shirt anyway. there don't appear to be recent marks anywhere on him at all. no burns, no scrapes, no scratches]

[poorlovefool]

What?

[Eric's mind is completely innocent.

Oh, um, taking off the shirt was more than he asked for technically but you know what, fine, this means they don't have to check for more stuff later. He did blink a bit first though. After checking out the neck and wrists... and after listening to Vita]

Okay, that's good. Can you also roll up your pants a little for ankles?

[relieable]

[oh, he just took off his shirt because it has a non-stretchy collar, and Eric wanted to look at his neck.

at the question, Osomatsu nods and toes off his shoes and socks, and pulls up his jeans to his knees. clean ankles, too. he seems to have no qualms about undressing at least this much. do they even have anything to hide behind?]

[poorlovefool]

[Not as far as he knows yet, but he trusts everyone not to flash them]

Alright, nothing on you.