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jinglehells2018-01-12 08:19 pm
jinglehellmods) wrote in jinglehells2018-01-12 08:19 pm
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trial 4; baby, it's cold inside
WHO KILLED CHRISTMAS?
Starshine and Brasco assemble everyone in the room. The room is extra foreboding and cold after the events of last week, and the raw egg evidence as well as Rider's body have been preserved in the room, so tread carefully.
Starshine slams down the paper for this week with all the suspects and laughs, turning to Brasco and gesturing wildly, pointing at him. "J'accuse, Brasco! This whole time, we've been pointing figures at each other but there was one man we never pointed at. And it's you! And actually, all the rest of the people on this list, too." She looks back at the list and taps it gently, "Oh, yeah, one other thing, I need you to write two names on your paper. Assuming you actually vote, unlike you abstainers," she says it the way someone in the 1950s might say communists. "I deduced that two people definitely killed the two dead people, so have fun with that." She claps her hands, "get to it, my minions!"
Starshine slams down the paper for this week with all the suspects and laughs, turning to Brasco and gesturing wildly, pointing at him. "J'accuse, Brasco! This whole time, we've been pointing figures at each other but there was one man we never pointed at. And it's you! And actually, all the rest of the people on this list, too." She looks back at the list and taps it gently, "Oh, yeah, one other thing, I need you to write two names on your paper. Assuming you actually vote, unlike you abstainers," she says it the way someone in the 1950s might say communists. "I deduced that two people definitely killed the two dead people, so have fun with that." She claps her hands, "get to it, my minions!"
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have some more evidence
[he sets the book on the table, there, displaying the smeared, bloody handprint on its cover. unfortunately it's too smeared to get a good match off anyone's hand, but he's brought it anyway.]
I took a look at the head, too, and they did a pretty clean job of it, far as the decapitation goes, so whoever was using that cleaver knew what they were doing. They didn't just hack it off.
no subject
[ He's curious, just because. ]
no subject
[he gestures to the book's cover, there.]