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]

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.