london trial ♔ i guess i'll save the best for last

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WHO ||Lydia, Sark, Francesca, Cora, Will, Sam, Lila, Carol, Rose, Sydney, Dean, Audrey, Grant [Closed]
WHAT || Audrey Petersen is tried for her involvement in the schemes of Nicholas St. Andrew
WHERE || London, England
WHEN || June 2017
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.

They're calling it one of the trials of the year.  Some of the more hyperbolic tabloids have referred to it as the "trial of the decade" or even "of the new century".

Audrey Petersen, wealthy socialite and wife of Professor Grant Petersen, curator of the Knights' archives has been involved in an extended proceeding ever since the day that the Knights and the London police stopped Nicholas St. Andrew, a charismatic cult leader, from completing a dark occult ritual.  St. Andrew was killed in the assault, but Audrey was taken prisoner, her role in the business less black and white. She now stands trial for the crimes she allegedly committed with her former mentor.  The authorities are still uncertain as to whether Audrey was a willing accomplice or just another of St. Andrew's brainwashed cultist lackeys.  Her lawyers and the popular press have taken to painting her as a victim, but Wynn is hardly so sure.  Dozens of people, including prominent citizens have said they are willing to appear as character witnesses for her, and some have even been obliquely criticizing the work the authorities did in arresting her.  Many of the Knights who were involved in thwarting the Children of Chaos have been asked to come to the trial to provide more insight into the situation.  

Police chief Jared O'Keefe paces nervously outside the doors as they arrive, rubbing his mouth with one hand.  

"Oh good.  You made it.  Now, we've insisted on no cameras anywhere nearby - we want to preserve the sanctity of the Knights' secrecy as much as possible.  The attorneys have a ... bit of a history.  They've sparred in the courtroom many a time.  I believe the plan is to call you up on the stand in small groups."

Comments

[certainproclivity]

I work in acquisitions. Mr. St. Andrew hired me to obtain certain items, though I had no idea what he intended to use them for at the time.

[superswank]

[ "Acquisitions? Is that a fancy word for 'thievery'?" ]

[certainproclivity]

I believe that is conjecture, sir, and irrelevant to the matter at hand.

[superswank]

[ "It's relevant when it comes to how much we can trust the character of the witness in question." ]

[certainproclivity]

Any acquisition I made was through channels. How my associates obtained the items, in question, is not something I concern myself with. And I am aware that by aiding St. Andrew in this way, it makes me an accessory to his schemes- an accessory who could have easily cut his losses and left well enough alone.

If my character is in question, I'm afraid I can only offer my lack of cowardice in coming forward with all of this information. I can't imagine how I personally benefit from any of this.

[allaboutme]

[ "It depends on if you had some personal axe to grind with Ms. Petersen, I imagine. Is there anyone else who could back up these claims of yours?" ]

[certainproclivity]

Only the deceased St. Andrew was there [in the room where it happened], but I can't imagine he'd have much to say about my character, given the circumstances.

[that joke, aside:] As for everything else, I have the testimony I gave the authorities and I have the word of those sitting beside me that my information has been accurate to the letter. I can't offer anything more than that.

[likedillinger]

[ "Mr. Sark, to whom were you referring when you spoke of the "Knights" to the prosecuting attorney?" ]

[certainproclivity]

[Fuck.

Look, to his credit, he doesn't falter one bit.]

I'm afraid I was being facetious about the representatives of the Institute, and the way they've swanned into all this like white knights. It won't happen again.

[likedillinger]

[ "Hm," he says, and the look he fixes Sark with seems to indicate that he doubts his word but that he doesn't see a way to press him on it. He moves on. ]