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jinglehells2017-12-22 10:38 am
jinglehellmods) wrote in jinglehells2017-12-22 10:38 am
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on the third day of christmas my true love gave to me a trial to see whodunit
WHO KILLED CHRISTMAS?
Four hours pass. Thug Dangerzone and Brasco move all the tables together (with no help from Starshine) and the "trial room" such that it is, is set. One long table with plenty of standing room if you aren't feeling like getting buddy buddy with your new best friends. No one seems to have wanted to move the body, so right next to the long table is Kido, sort of covered with the tablecloth. (Was it made to be a reminder, of what you've lost? Or are they just lazy?)
On each spot at the table is a sandwich and apple cider, and that basket sits ominously in the middle of the table as a gruesome centerpiece reminder. Next to the food is a pen and a small notebook, like the kind they use on police procedural.
After everyone is seated, or at least standing awkwardly around, Starshine goes to stand at the head of the table and claps her hands to get everyone's attention. "Hello everyone. I hope you used your four hours wisely!" She sets a piece of paper on the table, with a variety of names. "Here's your suspect list. We were doing a little digging while you guys were busy poking around, so we've determined it's one of these idiots. Please discuss among yourself who did it. When you're ready, write their name on the paper and hand it to one of us and we'll count. When a majority of you have all written the same name, we'll stop. Or, uh, I guess if you waste enough of our time."
She looks from Brasco to Thug Dangerzone and then back to the table and the gathered masses. She waves her hand in a sweeping gesture in front of everyone, "Let the Hunger Games begin!"
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[HE LOOKS LIKE HES ABOUT TO SHOVE YOU BUT DOESNT]
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[ Kind of puts a huge target on your head, dude. ]
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[ Hi, congrats, your roommate is a jerk. ]
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You wouldn't have tried implicating me...right?
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[ Y E S, HE WOULD ]
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You're my roommate. I want to be able to trust you, a little bit, at least.
This is how people get killed!
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[ Roommate fight! ]
Would you have slept better knowing I was carrying a knife with me? Do you want me to give you one next time, too?
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If you felt like you needed a knife for protection, we could've discussed it! I wouldn't suspect you if you had just been open about it, Hans!
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I just met you! As much as I would like to think you wouldn't kill me in my sleep, I can't know that for sure!
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Acting like a shady creep and hiding things is going to get you killed or taken in! I'm looking out for you, dumbass! You're causing problems for everyone!
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I don't need you looking out for me! I was trying to look out for myself! I don't care what problems that brings other people!
[ Wow, rude......... ]
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You're making yourself sound like some kind of selfish sociopath!
[He is right up in His Face Now]
You're scared that people are gonna suspect you? You did it to yourself! How easily would you have used that knife, Hans!
[SHOVE!!!]
Go ahead, stab me, Mr. Prince!
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I'm not going to stab you, that'd be stupid! Everyone would hate me.
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That would be stupid? How dumb are you?
If someone really is going around killing people, then you just made yourself a big target. Do you get how boneheaded this was, now? You're a threat.
[He presses his palm into Hans' chest one last time...probably.]
And I really hope you don't show up dead next, because of it.