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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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[But he at least does comply, taking off his shirt. His torso is similarly bruised, the same as his arms. And his back is...well, it's a mess of very old scar tissue. There's more scar tissue than skin, actually.]
[Which is likely why Jack hates taking off his shirt in public.]
Satisfied?
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I must admit, you do seem experienced with battle. Are you a soldier of some sort?
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Uh...not exactly. I've been in war and stuff, though, and killed space monsters. And I grew up in a brutal, ruthless place.
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[He says as he motions for Jack to put his shirt back on.]
Do tell me more!
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[And FYI, he still find you suspicious. Not that he says so.]