T̢H͜E̵͟ ͏́͡TH͘͢I͠͞R͜͡͝D̷̶ ̛͞T̴R͏̨Į̷A̵̧L̡̨̀

[strangerpeople]

T̢H͜E̵͟ ͏́͡TH͘͢I͠͞R͜͡͝D̷̶ ̛͞T̴R͏̨Į̷A̵̧L̡̨̀

Attention, Strangers. It's time for the trial now.

Please bring whatever you see fit and not anything against the rules.

[And so it is, that the Strangers must come once more to the elevators, to the room where the force field sits and their podiums wait. Three more people are now Xed out, as if they never existed.

Once everyone is in place, five podiums light up red.]

THE BRITTLE	THE DISCORD	THE ENEMY	THE FORLORN
				THE JOVIAN

Once again, two bodies have been discovered. It sure is tragic. Please remember to vote accordingly.

[There is no hesitation, no pause, before the clock begins, and the ticking echoes through the chamber. The evidence is there for the remaining Strangers to see, and organize. Voting must happen to ensure justice. What else is there to say, then?

The trial for the murders of Vita Clotilde-Morris, the Bad Luck, and Jonathan Morris, the Double, has begun.]

Comments

[katzenpfote]

The hand one, yes. The arms are old scars. They just make people ask awkward questions a lot of the time, so I hide them.

[carryabigstick]

Don't worry about it... I've seen enough injuries to know old from new anyway.

[It comes with the dangerous occupation.]

[katzenpfote]

Okay, good.

... Do you need to check my hair, or Frumpkin's fur?

[carryabigstick]

Since you're both here, why not both? Since I'm sure pets would be the next thing if we're being thorough.

[But she'll pat down Caleb's head first.]

[katzenpfote]

[Red all the way down to the roots, and some small spots that are thinner that look like they're from stress. But nothing ripped out.]

[carryabigstick]

[Very good.]

How about you, Frumpkin? Can I pet you down?

[At least she gets to pet cute animal friends today.]

[katzenpfote]

Mrow!

[He stands obligingly, tail flicking but not lashing out as long as she's gentle. Frumpkin is also free of any bald spots or ripped fur patches, though it does seem like some strands of Caleb's hair have been tangled in Frumpkin's fur.]