trial #2

[judgejudy]

DAY 4 (afternoon) 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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[subsisted]

Ankle monitors are typically placed on prisoners under house arrest or parole, to keep track of them. [ with her hands on her hips, ] If these are the same way, perhaps it would be possible for us to reverse track where someone has been, yes. And checking the history of a victim's monitor would surely reveal where they were at what time, and cross referencing with our own, as well...

[ look she's mostly mumbling to herself toward the end there but it got her thinking ]

[toyotamane]

This place ain't that big. I'd say putting monitors on us is more than a bit excessive. Makes me wonder if they don't have some other function.

[Hrmmm...]

It'd help us more if we could dismantle our own since they're readily available and all that. Figure out how to disable the security a better way, since so far the only method that seems to work is...

[Gestures. KILLING SOMEONE AND CUTTING OFF THEIR FOOT: EXTREME BUT IT WORKS???]

[subsisted]

The shocks. They're the only thing we all have and we all feel then when it's... time, don't we?

[ but she catches the implication, too, so: ] As for that, there... will be a body, ultimately. Won't there? We'll have the chance, then. It's come up a few times.

[ all favor of body desecration, AYE ]

[toyotamane]

Ah, true. Not something I've experienced much since curiosity keeps me coming out when they want.

[He nods.]

Yeah, that's what it looks like. Pragmatism's gonna win out here. All that's left is to decide who's gonna offer up what we need.

[It'll cost them a leg, if not an arm. And their life, that too.]

[subsisted]

I'm not sure who it will be. We're all so scattered, and there's no evidence... [ this is. the worst. ] Do you have any theories?

[toyotamane]

...Nah. If I'm to be honest, I'll probably follow with whoever Miss Prosecutor decides ought to be guilty.

[A shrug.]

'Cause all we've got are educated guesses. What about you, you got any yourself?

[Unlikely event: someone volunteers. Problem solved???]

[subsisted]

[ shaking her head: ] Short of someone confessing... everyone seems suspicious to me.

[toyotamane]

Don't trust a soul, do ya? And here I thought some of us were all about making friends.

[He's joking, but also...genuinely surprised. He thought after her outburst at him last time, she'd vouch for everyone's innocence.]

You gonna close your eyes and point, then?

[subsisted]

No. I could never. We don't need to play Russian Roulette. [ she's also too logical, hence the paranoia. ] But aren't you about to do so?

[toyotamane]

[He raises a hand.]

You got me. At least this time, however, there's a real plan following our inevitable mistake. That's worth something, ain't it?

[subsisted]

[ fair. she'll offer him a tiny, tired smile. ]

I'll believe in that. Got to keep going, and we all need something to believe in.

[toyotamane]

[A grunt. It's a bit sappy for him, so no smile back, but he does wave a hand.]

Take it easy when it's said and done, yeah? You look like you're gonna wear yourself out.

[Murder is traumatizing okay Dickson...]

[subsisted]

It's when I stop to rest that I end up wearing myself out the most, Dickson, but... I'll try.

[ ... ] I'm sorry I yelled at you.

[toyotamane]

Yeah? You probably sit and start thinking too much.

[Which feels like...a familiar problem someone has had before, hm. He shakes his head.

Heh.]

Eh, I'm not bothered. People yell at me all the time, it's how it goes.

[Can't be rude without knowing the consequences!!]