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unknownseas2021-02-06 01:03 am
bathymetric) wrote in unknownseas2021-02-06 01:03 am
FIRST TRIAL
[ Eventually, time seems to run out. Davy Jones takes a lap around the boat, rather tersely instructing everyone to gather in the theatre.
Once everyone is inside, he herds all of you onto the stage, which has been cleared save for the controls to the elaborate pipe organ built into the room. ]
Step lively, passengers! There's a long ride ahead of ye!
[ And once everyone is on that stage, Davy Jones sits at his organ and begins to play. It's not a familiar song to any of you, and it doesn't sound kind, but it does sound wildly complicated. Or it would be, for someone who can't play with his many tentacles.
As the piece begins, the stage begins to descend. Well, at least the part you're all on, as well as where Jones sits at the organ. And it keeps descending, at least through a few floors before long. The elevator shaft is dark, the music echoing until it fades, the controls apparently too far from the pipe organ above before long. Jones sits in silence as the cramped ride continues. Dull bulbs set into the wall provide just enough illumination to tell where you all are, but the walls are thick steel.
You have to have descended several floors, you imagine, when light starts to creep in at the edges of the platform, along with voices. They sound distant and distorted, but the first thing you hear when the platform breaks into the trial room is men singing, rough and distant.
You can also see the... surprisingly somber room, considering where you are. The walls and floor are all made of glass, allowing you a view of the sea as the ship you now stand on the very lowest deck of pushes through the water. Lights illuminate enough to tell that it is indeed water out there, but the water is perhaps not the most interesting thing out there in the dark.
Below the ship, illuminated by a ghostly aura, sails (for lack of a more fitting word) The Flying Dutchman. If you look closely, sailors more monster than anything else man the deck, and seem to be the source of the song. Davy Jones casts the ship a sad look, then stops a foot on the floor and the song quiets. ]
Take your places, passengers. Ye have this chance alone to find the killer among yer number.
[ In the center of the room stands a circle of sturdy metal podiums. Carmen's seems to be almost... decades older than the rest, coated in rust and barnacles. In the center hangs a circle of screens, currently switched off. ]
If there are questions, I am going anywhere no sooner than the lot of you.
[ Jones moves to look out the window, leaving you all to talk amongst yourselves.
Welcome to your first trial. ]
Once everyone is inside, he herds all of you onto the stage, which has been cleared save for the controls to the elaborate pipe organ built into the room. ]
Step lively, passengers! There's a long ride ahead of ye!
[ And once everyone is on that stage, Davy Jones sits at his organ and begins to play. It's not a familiar song to any of you, and it doesn't sound kind, but it does sound wildly complicated. Or it would be, for someone who can't play with his many tentacles.
As the piece begins, the stage begins to descend. Well, at least the part you're all on, as well as where Jones sits at the organ. And it keeps descending, at least through a few floors before long. The elevator shaft is dark, the music echoing until it fades, the controls apparently too far from the pipe organ above before long. Jones sits in silence as the cramped ride continues. Dull bulbs set into the wall provide just enough illumination to tell where you all are, but the walls are thick steel.
You have to have descended several floors, you imagine, when light starts to creep in at the edges of the platform, along with voices. They sound distant and distorted, but the first thing you hear when the platform breaks into the trial room is men singing, rough and distant.
You can also see the... surprisingly somber room, considering where you are. The walls and floor are all made of glass, allowing you a view of the sea as the ship you now stand on the very lowest deck of pushes through the water. Lights illuminate enough to tell that it is indeed water out there, but the water is perhaps not the most interesting thing out there in the dark.
Below the ship, illuminated by a ghostly aura, sails (for lack of a more fitting word) The Flying Dutchman. If you look closely, sailors more monster than anything else man the deck, and seem to be the source of the song. Davy Jones casts the ship a sad look, then stops a foot on the floor and the song quiets. ]
Take your places, passengers. Ye have this chance alone to find the killer among yer number.
[ In the center of the room stands a circle of sturdy metal podiums. Carmen's seems to be almost... decades older than the rest, coated in rust and barnacles. In the center hangs a circle of screens, currently switched off. ]
If there are questions, I am going anywhere no sooner than the lot of you.
[ Jones moves to look out the window, leaving you all to talk amongst yourselves.
Welcome to your first trial. ]
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First of all, despite being found in the pool, Carmen didn't drown. Her neck was broken, and there was bruising on her chest that suggested she was struck with a blunt, rounded object of some sort. She also hadn't been in the pool for very long when I found her.
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How large was the bruising?
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[Because he doesn't have the imagination to come up with a murder plan that'd require that, really]
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Adeline, did Carmen have any damage to her hands? Specifically her fingernails, or any other debris underneath them.
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They are as trapped as he is. As their group is.]
Mister Davy Jones. What is to happen if we do not determine the killer?
[She wants to ask other things, but. Maybe not right now.]
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Are ye asking the direct process?
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Your lot, I reckon?
[He gestures down towards the ghostly ship through the glass.]
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I'm not sure how relevant this is but Zero and I were investigating the library. I think he found something but I noticed that there were a bunch of books spread out on one of the tables. It looks like someone was studying up on maps and pirates.
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[We have to start out helpful so eventually we can be "helpful."]
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[He puts it on his podium, folded back up the way it had been when he found it.]
It was kind of torn on the front, but that's about it.
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[ Or like he will from here if it's a no, but hands on experience is the best! ]
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There's no cheer in him today.]
I can't believe it's actually come to this.
[And it's only going to go downhill from here.]
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[He's already come to terms, really. Despite all the cheer and optimism, accepting reality's unforgiving events is necessary]
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Plumeria doesn't want to focus on that. They have one shot, just as was said, and Plumeria brings out the sea-water soaked red hat she found.]
I was one of the people who investigated the deck towards the gym and library. Data and...Zaveid [she thinks she got that right at least] investigated there. I checked the way towards the gym, and I found the victim's hat. It's soaked with seawater, which leads me to believe that it must have taken a dip off the side of the boat.
I also found some partially dried footprints--around the puddle that Data was investigating. I unfortunately could not make out much about them, but someone clearly trailed through that puddle...
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The creature must've flung her back up, if that's true. [A pause.] Y'reckon it knows to fling up corpses, or just live people?
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'The Red Herring'. Who's that?
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...If it isn't relevant, can whoever left it there perhaps refrain from doing that again? [were y'all raised in a barn]
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[Alice is the one who leaves shit everywhere.]
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....mods, banana check please
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The Jimmy Buffet was utterly decimated, though I do not know whether by a fight or through some other means. Tables were upside-down and many bottles were smashed, and the fruit had been tossed about as well, but there was one most unusual feature. One spot of broken glass appeared to have been stepped in, but there was no trace of blood. [She pauses to think that over a bit more rationally.] So...that could mean either whoever did so was wearing shoes, or cannot bleed.
[Do we need a shoe check...?]
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S-Shoe Check...?
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HAIR CHECK
Except he's. Not stating his intentions. So unless you heard his conversation with Albedo then there's no warning for Lalli suddenly coming up to see if anyone's hair is wet. Personal space isn't a thing when Lalli's the one invading it.]
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catherd, herding a bunch of cats, etc.
Right. I feel like we'd benefit from reviewin' all the evidence again, so let's see what we've got.
[He begins ticking fingers off as he speaks, one by one.]
Let's paint a picture of the top deck. First--the body. Adeline found Carmen floating in the pool, neck broken. The only other injury that she could see was some bruising on her chest, probably from some sort of blunt weapon. Also around the pool was her coat, slightly damp with seawater, folded up and slightly torn around the chest area. May or may not line up with the bruising.
Her hat was lying a bit away, though it seemed to be soaked. There was also a large puddle of seawater, somewhat close to the railing--with footprints leading towards the party zone. Speaking of the railing--it was slightly loose, with light scratches on it. I don't know whether they looked like fingernail scratches or something a little deeper--Zaveid, if you got any insight, I welcome it.
...Also, there was the banana peel, but I feel like that's hardly relevant. The fruit and juice bar was trashed, and someone seemed to have stepped in broken glass.
[He frowns, shaking his head.]
We know that someone was looking in the library about pirates and nautical maps, but given Carmen's interests, but I think it's safe to say that she was probably the one doing that research. The rest of the banana was there.
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I'd like to see if we can establish a potential timeline for the events leading up to her death--between the library, the top deck, and the buffet. We've checked people's shoes and hair, but as far as I know, we've got nothing so far.
...did the coat happen to have anything in its pockets?
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[...Nah.]
...Yeah. It was an accident.
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Voting Time
- Okay, I- God, why did I pick these pretzels - Yo, what did I miss?
...Well, looks like you've all been busy. Found all the clues and solved all the riddles? Perfect! Looks like I got here just in time for the best part.
[On that vague statement, the screens on everyone's podiums illuminate as one. Each one changes to display a typing bar and a digital keyboard.]
This part is simple: just enter the name or title of who you think murdered Fedora the Explorer, and hit 'enter'. Whoever gets the most votes will be punished, so. Try to go for the guilty party, huh?
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EXECUTION - FLYING DUTCHMAN ZONE
The Captain speaks up. ]
Hey! Congratulations, it looks like you’re all going to be living another day - well, most of you, anyway. Uh, that one in the sweet red hat is still dead, aaaand it looks like one of you is about to join her.
You guessed it! The Secret To Everyone has been found guilty, and you all get to watch as he… Actually, you know what? Just show them, Jones.
[ Then the lights flash off for a moment, and when they rise again, Shard is nowhere to be seen. But even though he’s gone… much like the shanties before, you can hear Davy Jones. Somehow his single voice above comes through louder than all the crew’s voices before below. ]
Let no joyful voice be heard!
[ There’s a creaking from the Dutchman above. ]
Let no man look up at the sky with hope! And let this day be cursed by we who ready to wake-
[ The screens turn on to show Shard, standing on the deck of the Dutchman, next to a plank of wood jutting sharply out over the water. ]
THE KRAKEN!
[ There’s a THUD that echoes through the water, rattling but not damaging the glass walls and floor of the trial room. Then from the depths of the sea rises a shape - you can see it now, through the glass, a great and terrible mass of fleshy tentacles - and then you can see it on the screens, and it opens its mouth below the plank, exposing rows of sharp teeth.
Within moments, Davy Jones stands by Shard, sword drawn. ]
Ye can go in easy or make this difficult, Master Shard, it makes no difference to me.
[ Shard, apparently, chooses “difficult.” He dashes at Jones - almost too quick for the naked eye, some might call it - dodging around trying to get a hit in on him, but despite his size, Jones is no slouch. Not that Shard’s efforts even appear to be doing much, but… ]
Your efforts will be noted by those you are leaving behind, I am sure.
[ Shard then does a move where he sort of… tries to somersault at Jones, for lack of a better term? Without context, it sure is one hell of a move. It manages to hit Jones square in the chest, which staggers him, but in the process, Jones manages to grab hold of one of Shard’s arms with his claw. ]
But not even machines can forestall their fate when it comes.
[ And the sword ends up in the crystal in Shard’s chest, which… certainly does not seem to enjoy the experience. Shard slumps forward, weakened, and Jones hauls him with superhuman strength towards the plank, casting his body into the maw of the Kraken. ]
Not here, anyway.
[ The feed cuts. Very suddenly, Jones stands at the back of the room again, moving to man the elevator. ]
Ohoho, wow. Did you - it was like, crunch! Haha!
[The Captain’s tinny laughter peters off into a cheerful sigh.]
Ahhh, okay. You’re free to go.
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...Even now, seeing something die doesn't settle well with her. But she doesn't avert her gaze from it. She wonders if this is something Triandra sees, night after night.
And then she turns on her heel and leaves, when they're free to go.]
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