Trial 2

[jinglehellmods]

WHO KILLED CHRISTMAS?

Four hours pass yet again. Thug Dangerzone and Brasco move all the tables together (with no help from Starshine), and once again the dining room becomes a makeshift trial center. Poor Diana's body is carefully laid out on one of the tables. She's covered by a sheet, because frankly her corpse looks a little nauseating, but she's there if anyone needs to look at her.

On each spot at the table is a some cookies and apple cider, and that basket sits remains cheery and present at the center of the tavle. 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, Brasco stands up on a chair. "I gotta say, I'm pretty disappointed in you all," he says, and you get the sense he honestly means it. "This is way, way more murders than we wanted here! By a significant margin! But at least justice can be served a little. Me and Princess and Thug were looking around some after you guys finished, and we narrowed it down to five different suspects. So figure it out! You've got all day. Go vote when you're sure, and remember: this isn't a joke. Make sure you get it right. When we've got a majority vote, or when it gets too late, we'll decide.

Ready? Start!"

 

19 GUESTS REMAIN

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[viperess]

[ her mouth thins into a hard line at that. ]

An enemy that is not among us. It would either be someone we don't know of, an extra person, or a magical force.

LET'S JUST GET THE STRIP SEARCH OUT OF THE WAY

[happydreamed]

[Kantera clears his throat.]

Since 'tis apparent that the attacker may well be scratched, we may as well proceed with the strip search, if only to have it done and over with. Rider and one other female volunteer will have a look at Rosalind in the next room, while I and one other, non-suspect volunteer will have a look at the men.

[There's more than a few who could qualify.]

Be assured that my examination is purely professional.

[doublesmall]

If that'll help get this over with, then fine. Are we just doing this here, or-?

[he's already starting to remove his sweater, unless someone has a problem with that happening.]

[happydreamed]

Easily done.

[ahkas]

[ a frown. ]

No. There's a lot of them in there!

But if you're talking about the one in the bed, it's probably back there now - we've tried moving it many times and it just never seems to leave.

[theothermrgray]

[Exasperated sigh of annoyance.]

[thedifferencebetween]

Or in the big main room, so everybody has eyes on everybody else. But if you really don't want this to happen, that's what you gotta do. It's called tough love. Protecting people and doing what's best for them isn't always the nice and fun thing to do.

But it's weird. How murder was in the rules, drawing attention to it. And huh, look at that, a shit ton of random murders! Random secret murders that seem to only take place at night. In a house you guys know inside and out and we're still getting the lay of. Now, either half of us are the kind of weird sociopath who takes great pains not to get caught and are experts at memorizing building layouts and household traffic patterns, or something's making this happen and helping.

[happydreamed]

'Twould seem backwards from all logic, would it not?

[ahkas]

Yeah, I ate and drank there. Went to bed after. But I didn't notice anything at all.

Not that it'll be of any help to anyone with me saying that.

[happydreamed]

So 'tis safe to assume that a mess worth cleaning up occurred.

[codeofmisconduct]

I can confirm that much, seeing as I've been through this before.

[Hi Kantera. Here they are again. The least he can do is vouch for your professional work.]

[letstrythatagain]

It really does. Both should be tried and see the killers locked up.

[transparentanswer]

...Fine. Let's get it over with.

[happydreamed]

Thank you. I will be glad to vouch for your lack of scratches once I have confirmed it.

[thatdarkmage]

Oh, and that mysterious note that they probably left out too! Can't forget that either.

[ Not that he cares about people killing each other but stirring shit is fun too. ]

[theothermrgray]

... I was being a bit sarcastic. Forgive me.

[doublesmall]

[people who give about zero shits: chuuya. he's not a shy person, so he has no issue with going ahead and pulling off his dumb holiday sweater and shirt.

there are old marks on him, blade scars and a bullet wound or two, but none of them are fresh.]

Is that good enough for you?

[originallutece]

[She'll be going off with Rider, thanks, and one other lady, because she really isn't comfortable doing all this.]

[theothermrgray]

[You're helpful. Thanks for that.]

Hm... That would be a good theory.

[doublesmall]

You didn't touch the wine, did you.

[because that stash is his, okay.]

[happydreamed]

Indeed. I thank you for your cooperation.

[It's not like Diana would have reached any lower on him, he's already short enough.]

[happydreamed]

I would hope so... But let us focus on that after the task at hand is complete.

[thedifferencebetween]

Right?

Look, if this is some bloodsport deathgame, okay, fine. That's like the most popular form of entertainment where I come from. But we don't dress it up in holiday Big Brother house bullshit! We just toss a bunch of volunteers and prisoners and crap into a ring and give them weapons and let them go nuts on each other.

[doublesmall]

[RUDE....

but okay, he'll cover back up, he has no intention of being shirtless all day.]

Yeah, no problem.

[happydreamed]

'Twill be quick and painless.

[Let him just grab an assistant...]