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unknownseas2021-02-20 10:45 am
bathymetric) wrote in unknownseas2021-02-20 10:45 am
THIRD TRIAL
[ Once all the needed information has been pulled from the PARTY ZONE and nearby echelons, Davy Jones once again does his rounds to collect everyone and bring them to the theatre. ]
You are all familiar with this procedure by now, step quickly!
[ And with the blast of the organ, down the elevator starts to go, into the bowels of the ship below. Things darken and then, as before, you hear a song from the crew of the Dutchman drifting predatory below. ]
Take yer places, all of ye.
[ The circle of podiums remains, two more podiums rusted over and aged. Jones takes his place, meanwhile, looking out the window at the sea.
The shanty dies down, and the atmosphere darkens.
Welcome to your third trial. ]
You are all familiar with this procedure by now, step quickly!
[ And with the blast of the organ, down the elevator starts to go, into the bowels of the ship below. Things darken and then, as before, you hear a song from the crew of the Dutchman drifting predatory below. ]
Take yer places, all of ye.
[ The circle of podiums remains, two more podiums rusted over and aged. Jones takes his place, meanwhile, looking out the window at the sea.
The shanty dies down, and the atmosphere darkens.
Welcome to your third trial. ]
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[Ya know...Freyja...]
If only for the sake of Sylvando.
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[Sara sets a rolled-up towel on her podium with a frown.]
This is filled with broken glass. I assume it's from the chandelier.
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Agreed.
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[ He finds this to have more weight than Sylvando's ghost. ]
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...She is also standing at her podium with her forearms braced against it and her head lowered, but at least she's here and not, like...exploding at anyone.]
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[Filbo takes a deep breath]
...I don't think she did it. The day before, we were talking and given what we talked I really...I really don't think she'd go and kill someone else. Not after that. I-I know it's not hard proof, and it probably isn't gonna be valid here, but I just think she didn't do it.
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...if anything, I suspect Freyja less than most people. If she could restrain herself from killing until now, presumably she made the connection that if she acted, all she would get for her trouble would be a swift execution. I believe it to be far more likely that someone took advantage of the fact that they would have someone who could make an easy scapegoat.
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suicidal implications cw
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[Plumeria's definitely not looking forward to this, but she's also got enough anger in her system to power a small fighter jet. She's very ready to fuck someone up over this.]
I examined one of the table's in the party room. It looked like Sylvando had set out a few things; his recorder, two marionettes, a couple...hoops, with items made from the art supply room, and some ribbons from the craft room.
[Plumeria's got all of those with her, in case anyone wants to take a look. Along with...]
There were also some knives among the items here. He used them in his performance when we had the party on the boat, so I believe we can assume that he was preparing...perhaps for another performance.
[Which. Makes her angrier honestly.]
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I investigated the chandelier and the area nearby. The base plate of the chandelier was still in the ceiling, which means that the entire thing was not brought down. That's because the rope holding it up was cut. I didn't see any signs of what caused the cut - there was nothing stuck in the ceiling or any marks up there.
Nearby, there were also drag marks in the pool of blood. It looks as though Sylvando was moved from a few feet away to directly beneath the chandelier.
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It was very deliberate, sounds like.
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There was a scrape in the paint of the doorway between the party zone and the buffet. It was about six feet off the ground, and it looked like it was made by a blade.
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Body evidence!
The cause of death was a single stab wound to the back of the neck. It was quite a deep blow, delivered via a serrated knife like the one found at the scene. It hit Sylvando straight on.
[He mimes a stabbing motion.]
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...He could have possibly not even known what hit him, could he? That's...
[Horrifying, bluntly put???]
That certainly adds to the fact that the chandelier nonsense was just there to confuse us.
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initial wound check (+hair special!)
Glass could've cut or landed easily in those areas in particular and are most likely to have done so. If you've no interest in myself getting too close to check hair for any stray pieces of glass, run your hands through it or shake your head for me to see if any will fall out.
[ He's going to try to make this as simple and painless as possible, though he will come by people so he could see their hands/arms clearly. He'd also be close enough ideally so that if fresh cuts were on people's faces for some reason, he'd see those! ]
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That good enough for you, mate?
[He runs a hand through his hair, but nothing falls out.]
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pretend i remembered to reply to this 3 hours ago
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CATHERD
They possibly still have glass on them but they may have shaken that out. Shall we continue?
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HANDWRITING CHECK
[good thing he carries a notebook]
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Writing with his left-hand is atrocious.
His right-hand's far better, making it evident it's his dominant hand. ]
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shoe check (and to an extent, clothing check)!
[ Risotto will mainly be searching/looking at people's shoes/boots. Though he's also eyeballing people's clothing (which he got an eyeful of Freyja's just fine earlier, so he's not going to be looking too closely at her clothing.)
He's being assisted by Plumeria too, so there's two eyes here. ]
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i am a mess i am so sorry
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[ He frowns and takes a breath. ]
I'm from a later point on our timeline than she is. I already know that as things are, we're destined to lose.
[ Looking over to her apologetically... ]
...Sorry. I never told you that part.
I knew it was already probably too late for me, but I wanted to give her a second chance, even if I wouldn't be there for it.
Most of you probably know I keep watch outside her room every night until morning. Sylvando was getting up really early all week, before 5, practicing for his next show. I knew we'd be the only ones out at that time, and he knew I was interested in his performances... That was never a lie.
That morning, I asked him if I could join him and have him teach me some of the moves he does. Night time had already passed, so it must have seemed safe enough.
We practiced together for a while, and when his back was turned I stabbed him.
The chandelier was supposed to distract from that and make it look like an accident with one of the knives, but I guess it didn't do a great job.
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So, you got me.
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[...hold up.]
This is oddly eloquent for you, Decus.
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Voting Time
Alright, so. That's it? Honestly, kinda feels like we're in a rut, doesn't it? Like there's a weird deja vu... thing. Anyway...
[The Podiums light up as one, displaying the standard keyboard screen and signaling the most important step of every trial.]
Voting time, passengers! Time to see if all that evidence stacks up.
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[goddess he can't wait to get the fuck out of here so he can find somewhere private to have a meltdown]
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EXECUTION - Les Liaisons dangereuses♡ ........(1/2)
Well, well. Looks like you’ve nailed it once again. D4 D4 D5 A4 - God, why did I ever pick that name? I thought it was funny - Anyway, yeah. She’s the murderer, blah blah, let’s get to the fun part.
[ Then, the exact same thing happens as the last two times you all did this song and dance. The Dutchman rises, there’s a flash and Alice suddenly vanishes on the spot, and Jones speaks out. ]
Let no joyful voice be heard!
[ The screens flash on. The setup is similar to last week - Jones stands next to Alice on the deck of the Dutchman, the wood of the ship still wet from her ascent. The same feet on the end of a deck chair poke out from the corner of the frame. ]
Let no man look up to the sky with hope! And let this day be cursed by we who ready to wake… THE KRAKEN!
[ Except… something different happens. Even before the Kraken can get into position, Alice makes a move. She darts away from Jones, sprinting towards the figure at the edge of the frame full-tilt and literally pouncing onto him, face twisted with fury. ]
What the-
[ Is about all The Captain manages to get out before being full-body slammed by an angry murderer! There’s a few moments of struggle, but then…
They both re-enter enter the frame, giving you a clear view of The Captain for the first time since you arrived. ]
2/2
This goes on until The Captain has his hands around Alice’s throat, and Davy Jones approaches. ]
Captain.
[ No response. Jones growls, stepping in to physically separate the two. ]
Jack!
[ And, a moment later, Davy Jones is holding Alice at arm’s - well, at claw’s, more accurately - length away, his more human hand holding The Captain back. He mutters something, too low for the camera to pick up, and that seems to calm the Captain down a little.
He gestures dismissively towards The Kraken, then turns and stalks offscreen. ]
I see you chose to fight.
[ Jones’s tone is… neutral, but tending a little towards pleased? Either way, he marches towards the edge of the ship, holding a struggling Alice the whole way, until he throws her directly into The Kraken’s maw.
It wasn’t for nothing, but either way, Alice is dead.. ]
That little… bastard… Well! That happened.
[The camera pans back from the water, slowing until it centers on the man from before: your Captain - Jack. His voice drips with venom, punctuated by heavy breaths. Even as he returns to a normal tone, it’s easy to get the distinct impression of an… unhinged malice behind it.
He turns to regard the screen - regard all of you. ]
We’re done. Get out.
[ And just like that, the screens cut off. Jones is waiting for you all at the elevator. ]
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