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unknownseas2021-02-27 03:54 am
bathymetric) wrote in unknownseas2021-02-27 03:54 am
FOURTH TRIAL
[ Well! That's sure something, isn't it? There may or may not be a lot of you excited to get down to business, but Jones does eventually move to collect you all and bring you to the theatre. It's a familiar routine by now, perhaps even comfortingly so given the irregularities of this particular killing.
Two of you gone this week. The elevator is started to feel downright spacious, don't you think?
A shanty, as usual, echoes from the crew of the Dutchman as you enter. The room is the same as it has ever been before you as the elevator settles into position. ]
To yer positions, passengers. Chins up.
[ Three more podiums claimed by the rust and wear.
You have your evidence, and you're going to need it before long. The music outside dies down.
Welcome to your fourth trial. ]
Two of you gone this week. The elevator is started to feel downright spacious, don't you think?
A shanty, as usual, echoes from the crew of the Dutchman as you enter. The room is the same as it has ever been before you as the elevator settles into position. ]
To yer positions, passengers. Chins up.
[ Three more podiums claimed by the rust and wear.
You have your evidence, and you're going to need it before long. The music outside dies down.
Welcome to your fourth trial. ]
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I looked over at Albedo's body in the bowling alley. He had been ostensibly crushed completely by the pin setter, to the point where only a portion of his top half was available for investigation.
[ So, yeah. ]
Interestingly enough, despite not being found near any body of water, his hair was drenched with water. He had no water in his mouth or lungs, for that matter, so this wasn't an issue of him being drowned before being placed where he was.
Additionally, his right hand was missing. How it was taken from him, I can't be too sure, given the general condition of his body. [ It's bad, fam. ] And unfortunately, that's all the information I was able to glean, given the circumstances. I wasn't able to find anything that would point to how exactly he was killed, though I suspect that's the intention behind the end result of his body's condition.
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Flayn, already wilted at her podium to see Sara's in its deteriorated state, looks to the podium next to her as well and shudders.
Sorry, she's. In a state.]
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[He completely missed that Albedo was dead, too busy going away to investigate very far away of the piano lounge. Good grief this day keeps getting worse and worse. WHAT ELSE IS NEW ON MURDERCRUISE]
Uh, that's--that's pretty bad. Did anyone find the hand? M-Maybe it's near water or...something.
[Like a clue of where he may have been killed]
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I investigated the bowling alley with Magica and Risotto. There were marks on the walls that seem to have been sword strikes - and given this blade, that makes sense.
[The blade in question is Albedo's! You likely saw him wielding it when Allenby went off a few trials back.]
As you can see, the blade is damaged - which I'm fairly sure would line up perfectly with those strikes, but I believe Magica has more information on those.
[And so, moving on to the other matter at hand...]
I also found this next to the sword.
[He unwraps the towel to reveal— oh god that's a human hand. It's Albedo's right hand!]
It looks as though it was torn off, likely with a claw. There wasn't anything else of note about it, though.
[So he probably could have just left it behind, but you know. Sometimes these things happen and you just have to bring a human hand to a trial to inflict in on everyone else, it's fine!!]
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We can conclude that clearly he didn't go down without a fight. Though, it didn't seem to do much against...whatever type of beast this was.
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cw: more vore...
cw: more vore discussion, vaguely
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He must have been trying to fend off an attack. [Gods, this is awful.] Tearing off someone's hand, though...talk about excessive.
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There were blade marks all over the walls of the Piano Lounge too. I imagine it must have been from that same sword.
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Albedo mentioned that the blade was cursed, and that he was the only one able to resists its magic. He wouldn't have easily given it up.
[A pause.]
I wonder--maybe after Sara had been attacked, Albedo wanted to jump in and protect her?
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But then he shakes himself out of it and clears his throat. ]
Uh... Data and I looked at Sara's body in the piano lounge. It... actually looked like she'd been attacked by a monster? She was torn open by what looked like claws or teeth, and a bunch of her organs were gone.
[ He... says that pretty matter of factly, but also, he's seen plenty of monster attacks, so this isn't anything super shocking to him. ]
There was nothing that actually looked like it had been done by a weapon... oh, though Sara was still holding a knife herself.
[ Looks at Data in case he forgot something? ]
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[What do you mean gone]
Where...a-are you certain they were not...in the vicinity?
[Wow Flayn doesn't like this!!!]
this is the CW party. CW: vore
cw: vore......
CW: vore and this whole case you know
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CW: Emeto
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cw vore/organs... vorgans
cw: vore
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cw: organs
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I found Emily in the arcade, in the second player spot for House of the Dead. It looked like whoever had been playing--Sara, I can only assume--had lost and the gun was tossed aside.
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E-Emily...! Is she okay? Is she unharmed?
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So we might be able to wager that the confrontation may have started there, then? Sara may not have had time to put the gun away, if she was being targeted.
[Unless Sara just has some sort of gamer rage she didn't know about???]
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[He says that as casually as he might recite what he had for breakfast that morning. His clothes definitely at least smell like smoke, at the very least.]
Seemed like someone went and knocked over a buncha candles and essential oils--probably settlin' down for a relaxing evening before being interrupted. The others there could probably tell you more, but I also found this.
[He pulls out the charred sketchbook, setting it forth on the podium.]
Anyone know who this belongs to?
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Albedo enjoyed drawing, according to his profile--it might be safe to say that's where he was when all this started.
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[ HE DIDN'T... NOTICE THAT......... ]
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[Lalli's expression falls a bit there too.]
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Smell check!
I need to smell you, to see if you smell like smoke.
[He. Could have worded that better but yes.
Also if your character doesn't protest it he's just going to smell them.]
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Anyway, here's Risotto. No strange smells or scent of smoke coming from him. At least this time Lalli warned before getting close. ]
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[Doesn't really smell like smoke, having stayed away from the fire. Probably faint traces of patchouli, since that was the main catalyst of the fire and it was strong enough to be noticed all over the spa once the fire was gone. Other than that there's a somewhat noticeable scent of strawberries on him courtesy of Sylvando giving him advice about good shampoos]
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cw: drugs of course
cw: drugs
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SMELL CHECK RESULTS
clothing check;
[ So he's going to come over and start looking at people's clothing, searching for rips, tears, fraying, whathaveyou.
If someone wanted to check Risotto, of course, they may feel free to do so. ]
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Re: clothing check;
More Bones To Sort
But then, at Data's words, her hands fall away from her mouth. She still hasn't looked up, but now she speaks.]
... I know. I've... known for a long time... after all...
[Suddenly her words elongate in pitch, overlapping as if two people are speaking at once. And then... it turns into almost laughter in it's tone...]
After all... I've been here this whole time... since the very first day...!
[Hey, for those of you profile savvy... just how exactly did the profiles mention Lorna's illness? Because it looks like the "curse" mentioned in it is now making itself known, as Lorna's hands begin to shake, nails elongating in length and sharpness, teeth jagged and eyes sunk into her skull that everyone will see when she finally lifts her head up to look at everyone.
Oh dear, look at what you've all done. You've caused her to become wicked again, as Auntie Whispers would say if she were here right now. However, unlike the case with Allenby, the... thing here doesn't move to strike. It instead regards the courtroom with something close to amusement.]
But now... now I can finally say hello... or maybe goodbye, at long last...
[... What does it mean by that?]
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What are you?
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1/2, woo oo
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Voting Time
[Jack's voice cuts through the dying commotion of All That. He's still his annoyingly full-of-it self... even if there seems to be less bluster.]
Now that it's settled... It looks like there's only one thing left to do.
[The podiums light up.]
Get to voting. And I'll give you a hint: it's not the ghost.
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[Sorry, he's not taking chances here. Even if he's casting a sad look in Lorna's direction.]
Jones, be kind to her?
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EXECUTION - GOODBYE, TURTLES
The ringing of the bell commands ye! Leave the girl in charge and come quietly.
[ And Lorna(‘s body)... complies. Jack speaks up next. ]
You guys are on a roll, you know that? Cannibal ghosts? What’s next? Zombies?
[A short cough from the man on the monitors.]
Right. The, uh. The execution. Jones.
[ After that, it’s business as usual. The lights go out, Lorna and Davy Jones vanish. The Dutchman begins its ascent. ]
Let no joyful voice be heard!
[ Jones’s voice is… a little more resolute this week. Not that it hasn’t been before, but he’s definitely not currently going through the motions of a ritual. ]
Let no man look up to the sky with hope! And let this day be cursed by we who ready to wake… THE KRAKEN!
[ It’s familiar by now. Davy Jones standing before the victim on the deck of the Dutchman. Jack no longer just a pair of feet in the corner, now sitting in full view of the camera in the background. ]
Lorna. I offer ye a choice. Face death as yerself… or let your passenger suffer the moment of death for ye.
[ There’s a moment of thought, but… Lorna chooses. Jones frowns, but nods. ]
... So be it.
[ He yells something… to the Kraken, actually, words swallowed by the noise of the sea. ]
May ye pass swiftly.
[ And Lorna walks the plank, in control of herself. And it ends.
Lorna is dead.
The camera centers on the captain. Jack’s expression displays less satisfaction than it normally does. ]
Well, that’s done and over with. Alright, you all can go.
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What a mess of a day. Plumeria wordlessly watches and just...leaves with the others.]
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