THE TRIAL ROUND... TRIAL... YEAH I SHOULD'VE CHOSEN ANOTHER NAME.

[thegardeners]

[On Saturday morning, the gates of the courthouse fly open.

All character will be ushered-- or forcibly dragged, if it comes to that-- the the Courthouse by the various gardeners. The interior of the courthouse is spacious enough for any amount of vigorous discussion, whatever that may be. Who knows what's on the second floor and beyond.

Meng Po sits above the chairs, overseeing everyone below.]

Today, you have all been brought here to find the one who murdered Cagliostro. Once you have come to a decision over who is guilty, you will cast votes on who you believe is the murderer. If the majority votes correctly, the murderer is condemned to Hell, and you will all be one step closer to reincarnation. If they are not found, they will be reincarnated instead, and whoever else is voted in their place as the murderer will be scapegoated. The murderer's sins will be falsely imprinted on them, condemning the scapegoat to Hell.

Should you correctly identify the murderer, there will be a second round of voting: the mercy vote, or the exoneration vote. If you believe the murderer deserves to be reincarnated or the victim deserved to die for any reason, you can vote for exoneration, and the murderer will be reincarnated if the majority votes for it. However, I am not responsible for what happens afterwards to the rest of you.

[...That's... okay, sure.]

Without further ado: the court is in session.

[Do your worst.]

Comments

[ladyporthos]

The tree branch I found was stripped of leaves and had Cagliostro's scent on it, according to Yang. So that fits with the branch being held by her originally.

[sundiet]

There's another faint scent on it, but it's hard to make out who it belonged to. So she likely hit someone or something with it once or so for the other scent to be weak.

[shikiori_no_hane]

You think she might have hit the person who attacked her?

[sundiet]

I think so... Unless she smack something else, that's what it seems like to me.

[creepylaugh]

Why exactly are you so good at... smelling things. I mean, not that I don't want to take your word or anything.

[sundiet]

[A long pause.]

... I'm a dog spirit, okay?

[creepylaugh]

Oh.

[ SHRUG EMOJI ]

I knew a dog-ish boy with actual dog brothers, it's fine.

[sundiet]

Oh.

[He should get used to this. Just... casual acceptance of his being.]

Thanks... [Er, ahem.] S-So yeah, that's why I can vouch for... I mean, I can say I'm good at sniffing.

[creepylaugh]

I mean. I had a friend who was a talking sword too so. ... Life was weird.

Yeah, I believe you now, thanks.

[774]

Wasn't she screwing around with the peaches since we got here? She probably stripped the branch down herself trying to make something.

[Room full of tree leavings, otherwise clean? Has to mean the occupant didn't care about the mess.]

Maybe a raft.

[sundiet]

So she's making a raft... all the way up on the 17th floor?

[The idea is sound, until he remembers where her room is. Wouldn't be a lot of work for her to carry down whenever she's done?]

Are you sure making a raft is the only answer? Just in case.

[774]

[He shrugs.]

Nah, just the first thing that comes to mind, with the lake and everything. Her room looks like she was using it as a workshop.

[sundiet]

Got it. So she might be making something else, for all we know.

[A walking stick?]