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."

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[goldendoll]

If I've done this right, you'll be able to ask her yourself! If I haven't... it probably doesn't matter.

[curdle]

[ All of her phrasing. Isabela recusing herself. The show being put on—

Thomasin doesn't say anything, but she goes quite pale. ]

[goldendoll]

[ she just.

winks at her. so quickly she might think she'd imagined it. ]