day two - trial.

[foxhounds]

SHIP-TRAP day two 36 players remaining The bell rings for dinner at 6PM, and you're lead to that familiar door once again. The door opens with a sensation of warm, humid air, and there's the sight of a open staircase winding down. Ivan ushers you into an open cave before she locks the door after everyone. A large table is inexplicably set for as many places as there are people. You'll find dinner already set (though those that requested something else will receive that), and for those that have already were killed on previous days, you'll find their meal replaced with a framed portrait sketched in pencil. As you come to your conclusions about who to vote for, you can approach a table in a room to the side and write your vote before placing it in an ornate box. When you place your vote, there's the sound of a deep bell tolling. When you return to your place at the table, you'll find a glass of port waiting for you. You have until 9PM to discuss and vote for who you think The General is. rulebook character statuses character profiles graveyard Voting will close at 11 PM EST on 8/12. Voting

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[bywolves]

If you were planning on voting by evidence, the table has apparently decided that the detective woman was killed by a sword. That narrows it down to about half of the people sitting here.

That's all there is to go on, other than people pointing fingers at each other. [ Royce sniffs at the port in the glass, and sets it down. Gross. Not Montemorcey, not drinking it. ]

[unrulyprincess]

[At least that's.....that's something.....]

It is better than nothing, I suppose... I am still not certain what to make of this, but making accusations without even beginning to explain yourself seems...

[well, pointless.]

[bywolves]

People don't make accusations like that unless they have a reason. [ He's watching Sephiroth as he says this. ] Unless they're mad, but I don't think he is.

[ And then, as if he remembers who he's talking to: ] What use for evidence does nobility have, anyway?

[unrulyprincess]

[She scoffs at that, immediate.]

What, you expect that I shall execute whoever looks at me wrongly? Don't make me laugh.

I am aware that I may not be... the most--well, the most practiced at this, but to act on nothing at all would make me little better than a gutter-base criminal.

[bywolves]

[ ... Well yes, kind of, but that's mostly because of his experience with kings and queens back home. ]

You might be surprised at the rules "gutter-based criminals" have amongst themselves. All that differentiates nobles from rats is the pretty little throne they sit on. [ He doesn't sound upset or anything. Flat, actually. ]

[unrulyprincess]

[She fails to sound surprised as well.]

Oh? And I suppose you are one of them?

[Hmph.]

My brother, Klein--he is nothing even remotely close to a rat. All he does, he does to protect people, and he does so in an incredibly beautiful way. [brocon]

I am not my brother, but... I wish to try to follow his example in this. For that reason, I will not judge someone's life on so little evidence.

[bywolves]

That's a rude assumption to make. [ Now he's just being an ass for the sake of being an ass. ] Whatever helps you sleep at night, your majesty.

[unrulyprincess]

And yet you do not deny it. [Hmph.] Be as crude and harsh a person as you wish. I do not wish to see you dead any more than any of the others here, and I will do what I can to prevent it.