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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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Hold on a minute, why would she shove you out into the shed?
[ That's the biggest issue he is having here. ]
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So maybe she won't do it!
[ That's not how it works, Henry. Probably. ]
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[ He'll just smile slightly like he's considering it now. Dorian why do you give him bad ideas? ]
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If she does, avenge me, dude.
Bruises?
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I mean. There's also like... I dunno, there were bloody handprints everywhere, right? Do you think it'd still smell?
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Clothes check.
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Re: Clothes check.
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[He rolls up his sleeves. The bruises don't appear very very fresh, but it's hard to tell. There's some nasty ones, ranging in varying colors and states of healing.]
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[Was that some kind of flirt? Or is he trying to press Jack for clues? Who can tell at this point?]
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