fifth trial

[facultwist]

"Good job. Let's get you down to the trial room, shall we?"

It's your fifth time walking there. Look how few of you there are now. By the end of things today, you might end up with a third of your original count remaining. It cannot be hard to think about what the plan becomes after today. How much further can your numbers dwindle? How long before you run against a murder that you haven't the resources left to solve?

All there is to do today is hope you have the resources to solve this one. Someone among you still killed, presumably.

At least there's one more small comfort than you might be used to - Isabella has stretched her order to be nice to you all as much as she can, it seems, and brought coffee cake. A little messy, but good for you.

You take your places at the circle, and it's time to get down to it.

"Back down to one culprit max. Let's go, sports fans."

Comments

[curdle]

That... sounds like Satsuki, does it not? Both the textbooks and the granola.

[rednails]

[Biting the inside of her cheek.]

Yeah, that sounds like her. [The snacking, too. Pig.] Such a know-it-all.

[She's smart enough that she doesn't need to be doing all this reading, but Satsuki is someone who also re-traces the same line over and over so who fucking knows.]

[curdle]

[ listen we all grieve in our own special ways! some of us chop a lot of wood and some of us kick a door for ten minutes!! ]

So she was in the lounge at some time last night. There was no blood, though? And no struggle?

[rednails]

[She shakes her head.]

Just crumbs all over the table. And the books. Looks more like a struggle of willpower to me than anything violent.