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

[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.