trial #2
![]() Complex Population: 32 At noon, the same tone from the morning rings out, and Judy's voice filters out over the intercom. "Good afternoon, residents. As per Safety Protocol 6227-A, it is time to conduct a trial to bring justice for the victim. Please proceed to the courtroom on the first level." Just as at night, if you don't go to the courtroom, you'll be treated to an electric shock of increasing strength until you go to the courtroom or are unconscious. Though considering the ominous penalty for not participating in a trial, you should likely just go rather than risk not voting because you've been knocked out by your own stubbornness... Once you're in the courtroom, you'll find that bottled water and light snacks are provided, but otherwise you'll have to bring anything else you may need. As you come to your conclusions about who to vote for, you can step into the judgement theater to cast your vote at the terminal. You may change your vote as many times as you'd like, but at 7PM, your vote (or lack thereof) is locked in. You have until 7PM to discuss and vote for who you think the murderer is. ic rulebook character statuses character profiles Voting will close at 9PM EST on 10/15. voting |
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[ she's just a little bit cranky, bigby. give her a moment to purse her lips and look peeved. ]
My opinion is that perhaps we need to consider alternatives to the ankle monitor, or try to get into them ourselves. If the theory that they're taking the monitors is correct, then there's something valuable in them. If we found out what that is, perhaps we can narrow it down and stop this before we lose anymore innocent people.
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[Since it's not like they can look into it now, so...]
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That would be a smart thing to do... I think we should refrain from tampering with our own until we know what we're doing with them. If they're what generates the shocks, there's no telling what kind of power is in them.
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[Or at least, she hopes so.]
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Oh, there's an idea.]
Right, they leave the body for us to deal with, don't they? Smart girl. It's morbid, sure, but it'll work. Maybe then we can figure out how to get these damn things off.
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[Which is good, because he trusts her more than most people. Too soft to do anything but what she says.]
...Whatever happened to the last body, anyway? Did no one keep that monitor?
[DID THEY THROW IT OUT??? What a waste.]
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[Shrugging lightly, like her life is a joke. But she does take a moment to think about that.]
... I'm sorry, I don't know. I believe the body was frozen using liquid nitrogen, so perhaps the monitor was broken in the process.
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[Curse everyone for not thinking of the monitor! To be fair, they were all pretty shaken, but that's no excuse either. Maybe he'll look into it...
He eyes her then, chewing on his cigar.]
Not gonna happen. Besides, what's the sense in killing someone for a skill we need on our own side, eh?
[Don't take away the only sensible roommate, people...]
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[For implying they could use her, anyway. She likes being helpful. She is... not feeling very helpful right now.]
I'll see what I can do once we're done with this trial.
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Dickson nods, squaring his shoulders.]
Don't sweat it, kiddo. Just worry about keeping your head on for now.
[That's not funny...even if it is accurate...]