TRIAL I

[faentasy]

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The sounds of Hamelin's flute reach you, wherever you are. No matter the melody (light and whimsical today) it always seem to signal the start of something unwelcome. Whether you resist or not, eventually you'll find yourself drawn to the origin of the song.

The lush greenery of the palace courtyard greets you at the end of your journey, atmosphere heavy like the party from last night was simply an illusion. And at the center of it all, Hamelin smiles, his mouth curved, as he gathers everyone to one side of the palace grounds. With a short note from his flute, the quiet is broken with a small tremor that only grows and grows until the ground itself seems to erupt with chaos.

There's practically no time to react as roots and branches pierce through from the dirt in a wide circle around the group, limbs entwining around each other densely to create a thick wall of branches that obscure any sight of the outside world. And in that pitch black cage, the rumbling continues underfoot, bringing with it the strange sensation of moving up. When the shaking finally seems to die down, what awaits when the branches loosen and unwind is--

The hollowed inside of a grand tree, its size large enough to be comparable to the palace's ballroom. As you look around, you'll see several oversized toadstools (thirty-one for those inclined to count) growing about the place, and a small wooden table where ballots and quills are laid out, in addition to a hard-covered book with the profiles of each and every one of you. Directly behind the table is a particularly large knot, wide enough to stick your hand into.

A glance to the 'windows' in the tree trunk only show thick branches with their foliage and the wide blue sky; those who approach these windows and look down will also see that anyone who tries to escape this way is going to be leading themselves to a very, very long drop. No other exits are visible anywhere in the tree, either.

As absurd as this entire place was, as absurd as this entire situation was, the only way to get out was to play the game.

It was time. The trial for Samidare Asahina's death had begun.

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[laytorest]

O-okay!

[HOLDING HER HAND OUT, GIVE CHISEL PLEASE ZOLA.]

[zloushka]

[Sighing as if this was a very big hassle, she gives the chisel. There you go!

Indeed, it's from the workshop -- and therefore it's identical in shape and general appearance to the one found in the attic of the mansion, perhaps just a bit longer. It's not sharpened, though]

[laytorest]

[Looking it over for any signs of wear or tear.]

Could you also hand me the book and the stake, just to make sure?

...

Actually, do you have any other hidden weapons?

[zloushka]

The book is for reading, but fine. You better give it back later.

[Here, a stake and a book]

I'm not undressing completely.

[That's a resounding yes]

[laytorest]

If you have other weapons, you wouldn't have to undress to take them out.

[One would hope, anyway?]

[zloushka]

Obviously not -- they'd be useless otherwise.

[After all she needs them at a moment's notice, but still...

Either way, that's a no]

Can I return to my place now? This is starting to be embarrassing.

[laytorest]

Could you please remove all potential weapons first? And then you can go.

[zloushka]

...I'm staying, then.

[Still a no. Zola really doesn't want to give her weapons, haha]