FIRST TRIAL

[despairection]

[The moon has gone back into the sky and Mac Graziano, the Super High School Level Boxer, is the reason for it. The champ-to-be was found in front of the Theater by his classmates.

Once the announcement sounds, large green pipes appear in front of the students. Going down these pipes will place students in an empty but spacious courtroom. In the center is a circle of 15 wooden podiums. 14 stand empty. Standing at the 15th is a framed photo of Mac in the middle of a tremendous uppercut, with a pink X slashed across it.

There is a podium for each student with their names engraved on bronze-looking plaques on the front of each podium. On the inside, facing the stool where students have the option to sit, is a screen and keyboard. These will be used in voting for the assumed culprit.

What will their collected evidence tell them? Will the truth be revealed or will only one leaving the campground?

14 students remain.]



[Let the class trial in the murder of Mac Graziano...begin.]



[ooc: Welcome to the first trial, dearies! The podium chart is set up by room numbers. Please ping me on Plurk if something comes up that requires mod clarification!]

Comments

[tsungeonsanddragons]

I don't see why not. Just be careful, as it's pretty fragile.

[And just...walking over to Neph to hand it to her before walking back to her own podium.]

[shslancer]

Thank ya kindly.

[She takes it as if it's more precious than gold (and to her, it is), carefully measuring it in her mind and weighting it as she looks it over. She's clearly in another place, ultrafocused.

What we got here, Monorrator?]

[monoguests]

[The object is burned beyond recognition, though it doesn't feel too weighty anyway.]

[shslancer]

[What about length? How long's this sucker? That affects a lot of stuff in terms of leverage and physics.]

[monoguests]

[It's fairly long, but she might also be able to guess by the edges and texture that bits of it were burned away by the fire.]

[shslancer]

[She can. Does it seem roughly evenly balanced for the current length? Or like it ought to be much longer?

Actually, better idea.]

Do we gotta picture o'the wound?

[superstylishschism]

Just a diagram, as far as I know. But I got a pretty good look at it.

[shslancer]

[Bringing the staff over, she holds it up to him to see, and possibly inspect.]

Careful...Is it the same shape, ya think?

[superstylishschism]

[He looks the staff over, then thinks back to what he saw of the wound. Do they match?]

[monoguests]

[If you squint a little... It'd be a lot easier to be sure if the staff wasn't almost-ruined.]

[superstylishschism]

It...might be. It'd be easier to tell if I had a better idea of what this thing looked like before it was burned.

[shslancer]

Do ya remember what Sir Pittoo's staff looked like? Maybe that?

[She can probably scribble out a picture if he needs it, but that won't give a good idea of size...]

[superstylishschism]

Vaguely, but I never got a good enough look at it to get an idea of size or heft...

[shslancer]

Ah think it's 'round the size o'this one, but Ah never got to ho-

[Then she hears Pittoo's comment...]

...Well, that clarifies whose it is, if that's the truth.

[PITTOO.]

[superstylishschism]

Doesn't do much to tell us if this matched when it was intact, though.