trial #3

[judgejudy]

DAY 6 (afternoon) Complex Population: 27 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 10/22. voting

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[puffing]

[ Bigby isn't even going to say anything. he just takes his shoes off one at a time with his good arm, proceeding to throw both of them at Alfendi. hard. aiming for that stupid nose of his. ]

[selfdenying]

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[Well, he's definitely going down since he's already like, half out of it.]

[His nose is definitely bleeding though, THANKS BIGBY, and he's just going to just...stay down here for a moment, though that apparently isn't going to stop him from cursing up a storm.]

Damn you!! What the EVER-LIVING FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

[puffing]

[ what a great gif. rip, franny...

and oops?? he didn't think he would make such harsh contact. oh well. ]

Hope I didn't get any of your own throw up on you.

―Actually, I take it back. Go ahead and lay it for a little while.

[selfdenying]

Don't make me cut your tongue out and make you choke on it, asshole.

[But he's been successfully humbled - as much as an angry rage-filled noodle can be anyways. He's just going to get up and just glower at Bigby for the rest of the evening.]