Trial 2

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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!"

 

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Comments

[letstrythatagain]

For the whole night? And you didn't sleep or anything?

[thedifferencebetween]

Look there's...there's not a lot to do around here. Especially for people like me and Rosalind. So yeah, we grab a bottle or two, we go someplace private and we...entertain ourselves for the night. And it's not like we can do it when everybody's awake so...we take advantage.

Then I nap in front of the fireplace during the day, and she's younger and can go all night and be fine or...I dunno, maybe she naps, too. We're nighttime buddies, we're not friggin dating.

Don't make us feel bad 'cause we got high libidos and a lot of energy. Shaming's not cool.

[doublesmall]

Okay, but if that's what was going on that night-

Did she never bother to go shower after you two were done? By herself, maybe. I'm just saying.

[thedifferencebetween]

Look...this is getting pretty TMI at this point, but 'dirty sex' is called 'dirty sex' for a reason...

I dunno when she cleaned herself up, but she didn't leave to go do it while we were together.

[doublesmall]

Alright, how long were you actually together, then? Just until morning?

[thedifferencebetween]

Yeah, till morning at some point. I haven't been super eager to venture out early since I went for coffee and found pantry corpse, so I dunno when exactly.

[transparentanswer]

What the hell...

[He just looks so uncomfortable.]

There was never a time when she could have been awake while you were asleep?

That makes for a good alibi. She might have tried to use that to her advantage.

[thedifferencebetween]

Not without me noticing. I'm a paranoid guy that doesn't sleep much or deep, especially if I'm not along in a room. Too many people trying to assassinate me. So unless you're suggesting that Rosalind seduced me, screwed my brains out, then drugged me to go then commit murder....

Yeah, I don't see it.

[transparentanswer]

Ugh, okay, fine, I can't do anything but try to trust that.

When did you two meet up that night?

[thedifferencebetween]

I mean I could give you a detailed account of literally everything we did, for timeline purposes...but I'll warn ya, it...it gets kinky.

Who am I, Mr. Always Keeps the Time? I dunno.

[transparentanswer]

[UUUGH.]

Just...Just tell me...Was it late? Do you meet up after most everyone is asleep? Do you meet in her room? That night, were you waiting for her, or was she waiting for you?

[thedifferencebetween]

It wasn't that late, I don't think. Not like...house is dead silent late or anything. We had our little cookery sesh and went off to do our thing.

I'm teaching her how to cook.

Look, I'm sorry I didn't keep track of time, but it's not like I figured it'd be important.

[letstrythatagain]

I'm not shaming you for your libido- [That's pretty damn impressive actually, for someone as old as Jack.] -but rather I'm looking for confirmation that you did not sleep all night and can personally verify that she was right with you for the entire night. Which you can't really do if you fell asleep at any point.

[thedifferencebetween]

Look, there's almost no way she could have left without me noticing. I'm not much of a sleeper at the best times, got insomnia, got a lotta people trying to assassinate me. When I sleep, it's light and I wake up at like...temperature changes or a door opening somewhere down the hall.

[letstrythatagain]

I just want to be completely sure here, because right now there's only two possible suspects based on defensive wounds: Rosalind, who you are claiming was with you, and Saichi, who hasn't done a search yet to see if he has scratch marks on him. And if you're providing an alibi for Rosalind, then that leaves Saichi.

[thedifferencebetween]

No, I get it. But I can promise you, Rosalind's wounds aren't defensive. I use my nails, I use teeth, I've got metal edges on my face. And I can show you plenty that match hers, I'm just as scratched and bruised up.

[letstrythatagain]

Actually, that's not a bad idea. Let's compare your nails to the scratches on her arms. That should clear things right up, I think.

[thedifferencebetween]

Um, actually no, that's...that's not how it works. Bite marks, sure, but scratches...a fraction of a difference of angle can make super different marks, and depending on if you're using the tip or the side or if you're digging in on purpose or just getting too into it and not paying attention... just comparing visually isn't gonna tell us anything. Plus if they're scratches from my mask...

[Jack shrugs.]

[letstrythatagain]

Scratches from your mask would look different from scratches from fingernails, yes? So we can at least rule that out, maybe. If the scratches on her arms are from your mask, then that definitely clears her.

[thedifferencebetween]

Well at least some of them are from my nails, I can...I can guarantee that. The ones on her arms, I mean, I...I know how those happened.

And...look, there might be some that don't match up to anything, 'cause I don't keep the mask on for sex. And there's different metal clasps directly in my skin but I'm not taking it off in front of a bunch of random strangers, and it's a medical thing so I'd really appreciate it if nobody made me.

Maybe, since one person has an actual alibi with physical evidence to back it up, we should try looking at the other suspects? That don't have that?

[letstrythatagain]

Actually, I'm thinking no.