WEEK 1: TRIAL

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WEEK 1 TRIAL     43 CREW ACTIVE

 

ALL CREW MEMBERS, PLEASE REPORT TO THE CONFERENCE HALL AT 1200 HOURS. REPEAT, ALL CREW MEMBERS REPORT TO THE CONFERENCE HALL AT 1200 HOURS.

I.R.I.S. SYSTEMS ARE UPDATING TO ALLOW SHIP AND CONCOURSE-WIDE ACCESS AT THIS TIME IN PREPARATION FOR INVESTIGATION AND RESOLUTION OF THE EVENTS FROM THURSDAY EVENING AND FRIDAY MORNING.

ATTENDANCE IS MANDATORY. THANK YOU FOR YOUR UNDERSTANDING AND COOPERATION.

Good morning, junior crew. With the heavy news of last night carrying into Saturday morning, things are incredibly quiet around the CSS Eudora. You may carry on with your personal business during the morning, but come 11:00, a soothing voice will cut into the air and announce that at 12:00 everyone must report to "the Conference Hall." Strange, however, that it's not on the map.

Never fear, your I.R.I.S. will automatically project a small beam of warm, orange light on the ground, directing you towards an enormous lift stationed by the mess hall. Come 11:50, if you aren't on the lift, you will certianly find yourself moving there physically whether you intend it or not. The lift is capable of carrying every occupant of the Eudora to a sublevel ramp that leads towards the mentioned Conference Hall.

The enormous hall opens up past two large, double doors with the word EUDORA printed over it. Within, a lengthy monitor sprawls across the entirety of it, displaying Thursday night's victims profiles along with a large map of the Eudora herself. With plush, dark seats in rows and a long table at the head of the room where four members of your senior crew await, it is clear what exactly this space is for, especially as the words TRIAL IN SESSION appear on the monitor and an ominous-looking countdown:
09:00:00

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Welcome to your second trial! Over the course of the next nine hours, characters will have the opportunity to discuss, investigate and theorize about Viktor's murder. Characters will have time to examine the body of the victim and explore relevant locations.

There will be a mod-tag break between 4 PM EST / 1 PM PST to 5 PM EST / 2 PM PST. While the trial may continue and players can tag each other, mod-led threads such as questions and investigations will be on hold.

Finally, we have a voting page for characters to vote on the culprit! Please be sure that your vote is in by the time trial finishes at 9 PM EST / 6 PM PST, unless you've spoken with the mods previously, as we'll begin tallying votes on the dot. Voting is mandatory for Spacecoast, acting as our weekly activity check in this game.

Good luck!

NAVIGATE
QUESTIONS INVESTIGATION REQUESTS BODY CHECK EVIDENCE TURN-IN INVESTIGATIONS EXAMINE EVIDENCE PUBLIC CHAT LOCATIONS STATUSES PROFILES SUPPLY SHOP

Comments

[rosebleed]

[.....lordt]

Well. You weren't yourselves at the time. That's fine. [CLEARS THROAT.] Anyway, can you confirm that you made these other cuts as well? How about these broken scales?

[our poor fish prince]

[inequals]

Um... yeah, I think so, pretty much. We went on a wild horse-chase across the entire mansion and I was bonking him with everything I had. I tried to avoid actually cutting him too much and using the blunt side of the axe I had over there whenever I could, but it is what it is.

[ For what it's worth... she does seem genuinely apologetic... ]

And then we ended up running into Goo -- I mean, Deedee, and down a whole buncha stairs, so...

[rosebleed]

[Not the stairs again]

Okay, okay. Yes, that makes a lot of sense. [Pocketing away her own horror, what the hell was going on in this company] Thanks for letting us know!

[.........]

Sidon I really don't think it was you, your feet are far too big.

[polliwog]

[ he laughs a little ]

Is that really enough to deem me innocent?

[ his flippies ]

[rosebleed]

Honestly? [Shrugging.] Kind of? But I can keep looking if you want.

[Fine she inspects his nails. Any dirt/blood under there?

Also his feet. Do they have any kind of abrasion, like he squished them into a normal man's shoe and hebbledy-hobbledy-ed after a man on a crutch?]

[agamid]

[ hell yeah! ]

[inequals]

[ hell yeah! ]

[polliwog]

[ hell yeah! ]

[polliwog]

I am really terribly sorry about that... I was out of control.

[ HE'S ALSO GENUINELY APOLOGETIC ]

But I can take a look over your injuries and confirm them as well, Rodya.

[inequals]

Aw, don't worry about it. It isn't a true mission until someone has to beat the sense back into somebody else.

[ Just another goddamn day that ends in y for the Limbus squad. ]

Unless someone seriously wants me to strip down, I've just got my arms and legs like Rosie already looked over if that's cool with you.

[ Which is just a smattering of cuts, slashes, suspiciously Sidon-sized bites, and other miscellaneous bruises otherwise that probably came from their scuffle and also their clown music basement tumble. ]

[polliwog]

I should hope that will be enough! Let's just start with that.

[ i'm gonna assume if he checks her injuries against his fucking nails and fish paws and memories of their fall down the stairs bro that they're a general match?

does it seem like she's about as injured as he saw her when they left -- as far as how she's generally carrying herself? did she have trouble lifting things or walking on thursday too? comparing how she was in the cargo bay to how they were on cyoa, basically. things like her wrist, etc. ]

[rosebleed]

Yes, I did check her over, but none of the injuries seemed out of place to me. [Frowns.] Outside of — you know what I mean. If you want to help double confirm?