THE FOURTH TRIAL

[despairection]

[Who is Goombriel Gambaldi? Why should the campers have any reason to care about his death? This is a question that must be answered, as the campers are summoned to a trial.

 

Portraits of Clair and Yomiel have appeared in the courtroom - with an additional portrait of Goombaldi slapped next to Yomiel's.

 

Will the collected evidence spill out the truth? Or will this mystery remain unsolved?

 

8 students remain.]

 

 

[Let the class trial in the murder of Goombriel Gambaldi...begin.]

 

Comments

[fitnessenthusiast]

[Thank you for not just saying sheep, Alastor, she wouldn't have gotten that.

Her eyes light up in recognition.] Oh! There was one of those in the shower.

[shslancer]

[...Drugged? That...makes sense, from what she remembers. She frowns deeply at that as she holds up a cookie.]

...When Ah walked out o'the cabin to go for my morning run, they was on a plate in front o'the door, with a note sayin' they was for me. Ah thought maybe Mom or Alastor made 'em for me, an' they look like cute little sheepies, so Ah didn't even think 'bout it...

Ah took one with me, jus' in case a wanted to nibble on somethin' 'fore the kitchen opened...Ah ate some o'it, an'...not even five minutes later Ah was feelin' really tired. Like someone used a sleep staff on me...Ah went to the bathroom to get cold water on my face after pullin' off all my armor...Ah don't remember anythin' 'tween that an' wakin' up.

[A very sobering thought hits, and her now-visible bangs fall into her eyes as she looks down.]

...If they was drugged an' they was givin' me a whole plate...were they tryin' to...kill me?

[fitnessenthusiast]

[Wiitney considers this for a brief moment.]

I disagree.

[superstylishschism]

[His tail lashes with the sound of a fine chain clinking.]

I think so. At the very least, I doubt they were just trying to help you get a power nap.

[fitnessenthusiast]

Why is Nephenee alive then?

[No offense, she's really happy you are alive Neph.]

[shslancer]

[Yup. That's super sobering.]

...

[Trying to not dwell on that, she turns to Wiitney.]

Maybe 'cause Ah've got a high metabolism, so even part o'one was enough to knock me out 'fore Ah could eat the others?

[fitnessenthusiast]

[She isn't sure how to say what she's about to say. Deep breath exercise. One. Two. One. Two.]

...Did you look at your boots after you woke up?

[superstylishschism]

Most likely. They probably didn't expect her to just take one to nibble on instead of eating a bunch at once, either.

[shslancer]

[She nods at Alastor's comment, before looking curiously at Wiitney.]

Naw, Ah ain't seen my armor since...well, when ya gave me my barbute earlier.

[She'd like the rest back at some point, that stuff's good armor, and uh...she's wearing a man's dress shirt and pants, in purple.]

[fitnessenthusiast]

...I see.

[Wiitney isn't a thinker and she certainly isn't a detective. But she has been thinking.

Two possibilities. One: Nephenee is lying and she has to lose a friend. Two: Someone else wants everyone to think Neph to lying. And if they figure it out, she has to watch a different friend die. Again.

Deep breath exercise. One. Two.

She reaches below her podium and pulls out the boots she found at the shower, showing off the bloody bottoms.]

[shslancer]

[The sight of that gives Nephenee an alerted pause.]

...Why is there...

[She knows the answer before she even finishes.]

...So either way, someone wants me gone...either by framin' or death...

...That's...nice to know...

[fitnessenthusiast]

[She nods slowly.]

I believe that's why they drugged you.

[superstylishschism]

Even if the drugged cookies didn't work, being passed out makes it pretty easy to frame someone...

That's probably why they hid the old boots under the shelf, too.