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jinglehells2017-12-30 09:50 am
jinglehellmods) wrote in jinglehells2017-12-30 09:50 am
Trial 2
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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[Jack snorts but he doesn't take his arm away. He's not exactly torn up, but...it sucks, facing what she's facing.]
Nah, I just wanted to say that I do get it. And I think you made the right call. And that I really have appreciated hanging out with you. I'm gonna miss you. And if I thought there was anything I could do... I'd way rather have you around then not. I know we're just friends who fool around, but I want you to know that I do think of you as a friend. I could talk to you and you get me. That's not something I find too much.
And yeah, the sex was great. And I'll be right here till they don't let me be. I'm already in this pretty deep, may as well see it through, huh?
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[She really does. She knows in her heart that she made the right call, even if it wasn't the right thing to do, because Robert is far and away more important than anything or anyone (save perhaps Elizabeth, and even then, Robert edges her out through sheer obsessive affection). But it's nice to hear.
It's nice, too, to hear him say he'd miss her. Rosalind hasn't ever had many friends. It's nice to know that there'll be someone to remember her fondly when she's gone.
She rises up to her toes, kissing his cheek. In a murmur, then:]
Do your best not to die. Or, if you must kill, not to get caught.
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[Jack, being Jack, turns his head to brush his mouth over hers when she pulls away from his cheek. It's probably their last chance, he's not parting ways with a chaste little familial peck on the cheek.]
Don't worry about me, sweetheart, I'm really good at planting evidence. And also good at fending off assassinations. Pretty sure I've got a target on my back now, but I'm not gonna make it easy for anybody.
And uh...since we both live in reality and know what comes next, if you want any tips on taking care of it yourself, quick and easy....
[It's the most he can do for her.]
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. . . yes. But not just yet. In a moment, but . . . come kiss me once more.
[Because if she's going to die, it'd be nice to sneak a few last kisses in.]
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[But he does, a proper kiss, arms around her and mouth open. Because he doesn't care who sees. He's never cared. And figures she's beyond caring, too. Like anyone's paying attention anyway, she's the murderer and he's the asshole who tried to help her get away with it. Who's gonna tell them to knock it off? Anybody who does is getting a punch.]