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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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Also Data is canonically hyper smart and excellent at murder mysteries and plays Sherlock Holmes all the time but I'm DUMB okay leave me alone.]I agree - a timeline of events would be useful. We seem to be currently working with the theory that Carmen was in the library studying maps, initially. If we believe that the damage to the fruit bar was caused by a fight between her and her attacker, we must account for whether she went there on her own or was lured out.
[...this piece of evidence is ridiculous, but]
The presence of the banana could indicate that another party joined her briefly in the library. I do not see a reason for the killer to return there and leave a banana after her death, and if Carmen brought it for her own consumption, the peel would likely have been in the same area. [Also did Carmen Sandiego seem like she ate bananas like that]
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[Constantine nods slowly, scratches the stubble on his chin and frowning.]
If we think about how she might've broken her neck, two things come to mind--the kraken threw her up onto the deck and she broke it that way, or the person used their own strength to kill her. The former seems more likely to me. I also wonder if the person who brought in the banana...didn't quite know how to eat it. At least, in the way a typical human would.
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[Not that he's really going anywhere with that, just a thought.]
The state of the coat would make it seem that Carmen removed it herself. She would have had to do so before any altercation, however, or it would not be so neat. [...] Had the kraken thrown her up with enough strength to break her neck, would she not also have other injuries from her impact with the deck? At the very least, I would expect a head injury as well.
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[He trails off, eyebrows knitting together.]
But again, it's a matter of entry into the water. Had she fallen the wrong way on the way down--or back up--it could've resulted in injury either way if one wasn't careful.
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[He's silent for a moment, head tilted and eyes darting.]
In either case, we know from the water evidence that she landed on the deck, and not in the pool. If she was killed in either fall, her body must have been moved into the pool - perhaps in hopes that the chlorinated water would conceal the fact that she had been in the ocean at all?
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It is a fairly specific pop culture reference.
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[He adds the second part after a glance at Scott and his Pockets Full Of Garbage!]