MOCK TRIAL WEEK 1

[consolemods]

So, after the sheriff's little introduction, you've got a better idea of why you're here... and outside of the more bloody-minded players present, it's probably not one you're terribly enthused about. Nevertheless, you're here, you're not leaving, and you've got a few rules to follow... but aside from that, you're basically left to your own devices. You can visit any of the locations in the town, and you do get complementary meals at the inn for breakfast, lunch, and dinner... but the question of whether someone will go ahead and kill hangs over the town like a dense fog.

Well, nobody's dead yet. But how long, exactly, will that last?

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[fuckthemancers]

Salty Splatoon - the kitchen

[Another day, still as real as anything else with a new announcement, and Zulf spends most of the morning locked away in his room. This is just as real waking up with land scattered throughout the air and ash on his fingertips. He... needs the time to compose himself.]

[Around 10 to 11 am, there's the sound of activity in the kitchen even though anyone who's been paying attention will have noticed that the cook stepped out. That would be Zulf, having finally changed out of his clothing if only in the interest of cleanliness. Instead of wearing anything like chaps, he's got a bustle skirt on, although the vest and shirt underneath it are par for the course. He's in the middle of cooking something, and only glances over cautiously at the sound of someone. His hearing is pretty good apparently.]

Have you already eaten? I've made enough for other people.

[The ingredients are a little foreign to him... but not so foreign that he hasn't made do well enough, ad the smell coming from the pot isn't half bad.]

[He can be found doing similar at around 4 p.m., although he makes sure to take a bowl for himself to take up to his own room.]

[....He absolutely makes sure to get some meet out for Missile and Sissel.]

Morning

[provocatives]

[Niles is mostly around to see if he can't filch another knife, and while it's not completely unexpected to see someone deciding to cook their own meals, the offer makes him raise an eyebrow. He eyes the pot and indeed, it looks and smells as if the other man has an idea of what he's doing in the kitchen. And yet.]

Planning your escape already? Aren't you on top of things.

[fuckthemancers]

More that, if anyone has any idea of how to be subtle, I'd feel safer cooking my own food.

[He shrugs, still watching the other man from the corner of his eye.]

I'm afraid I never introduced myself. My name is Zulf. I wish I could say it's a pleasure.