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unknownseas2021-03-13 10:46 am
bathymetric) wrote in unknownseas2021-03-13 10:46 am
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SIXTH TRIAL
[ It's the same as the other weeks. Two bodies, some time to look, and then Davy Jones comes around to take those of you who are left into the theatre and into the elevator. His expression is dark, difficult to read.
The trip down feels slower than ever. The elevator has gotten so empty, don't you think?
As it reaches its usual destination, the crew of the Dutchman is performing once again. The clouds above have started to darken the once clear tropical waters.
The podiums await you. ]
At yer places! Find who is responsible for all of this!
[ Your numbers can't support many more weeks of this, can they?
Welcome to your sixth trial. ]
The trip down feels slower than ever. The elevator has gotten so empty, don't you think?
As it reaches its usual destination, the crew of the Dutchman is performing once again. The clouds above have started to darken the once clear tropical waters.
The podiums await you. ]
At yer places! Find who is responsible for all of this!
[ Your numbers can't support many more weeks of this, can they?
Welcome to your sixth trial. ]
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Someone went and took a toolbox and a tarp from the workshop. I figure, since the rollercoaster seemed to the means of...murder, someone must've tampered with the cars.
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I examined the roller coaster itself while Data was handling Risotto's body. The safety wheels had mostly been removed with only a couple left on. Someone would have had to manually remove them. Given that I found this further back on the track lying on a tarp, that seems to be what happened.
[No cursed swords today, but Yeager does have a toolbox! Feel free to come take it off his hands and look through it, he has no interest in holding onto this.]
Most of these have been greased, but from what I could tell it seems like only a screwdriver and a couple of wrenches were used. The tarp also had the missing safety wheels, all accounted for.
There were also bloody handprints on the undercarriage of the roller coaster that were Risotto's, given the size and shape. I found a set of handprints on the front of the carriage as well. They were smaller than Risotto's, and smaller than my own. It looks like they were applied to the front of the carriage with force.
Not far away there were bloody footprints; like the hand prints, they seemed to be smaller than mine. The prints led towards the loop, where someone climbed up top and seemingly sat there. There was no indication of where they went after this, or what they were doing up there.
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[Constantine grimaces.]
So, signs point to this being intentional, huh?
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[Nothing on the profiles seem to hint about a mechanical inclination from anyone, hm]
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[ She's just choosing to glom on to this detailed explanation of the rollercoaster situation! And also... to put Risotto's gun on top of her podium. ]
Everyone settle down, it's not loaded. Anymore.
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I, uh, took a look at Scott's... remains. He wasn't lying about turning into coins. There was a cut on the back of his shirt, with a little blood on it, but nothing else wound-wise from what I can tell. There was some kind of grease on them, and his pockets had been turned inside out. It looked like everything in them had been discarded in a pile nearby.
[But wait, there's more!]
Somebody who's familiar with the machines would have to explain what the hell it means, but one of them had an image on it that said "game over" with a picture of Scott on it.
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[what the hell is (was??) scott pilgrim.........]
Zaveid, could you compare the grease on the clothes you found to the one on the tools in this toolbox? It's possible they're the same, which could help us piece together what happened.
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She holds a tie dye shirt greasy with motor oil in a pair of industrial kitchen tongs, and pops it on her own podium.]
I found what was left of Scott in the arcade. He mentioned it once, and I had told him it was not normal, but...his body had indeed turned into coins.
[It makes no sense, but Flayn says it with all seriousness, because it is still a murder.]
He was playing a dancing game I think, and there was blood splatter on one of the front corners of the game machine. It was rather small, like...something hit it, and blood came out to leave its mark behind. I also found this shirt nearby. As you can see, it is covered in some kind of malicious, black and oily substance. [She doesn't know what motor oil is.] That is...that is all I found.
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[HE THOUGHT SCOTT WAS JOKING ABOUT HIS WORLD BEING WEIRD]
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... You know what, someone else say it, I can't disabuse her of the notion.
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That's right, I... didn't know what I was thinking but I took one of the coins. I don't know if it'll help.
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[All Filbo can do for a moment is look bewildered]
Could Scott...you know, bleed? Or was that turning into change too?
[In other words: is the blood splatter Scott's? For all Filbo knows maybe when Scott bleeds Canadian cents fall from the wound, hah]
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Why is he so weird?
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[said in the tone of someone not about to make this better.]
There were coins in most of the arcade machines. If I didn't know better, I'd assume someone was trying to hide the 'body'.
On top of that, there was a stab mark and a greasy handprint on the side of the Jurassic Park machine, and several more stab marks on other machines as well.
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mods pls
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[She sets down a margarita.]
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I think that's what he was drinking on Sunday? But margaritas are kind of the whole buffet area's deal, so who knows.
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[Don’t worry about it, Data's just brought one of those vending machine knives.]
Judging from the amount of blood, he was alive when it happened, though of course his legs and part of his torso were also crushed by the coaster car. He was laid out on the track as if in a coffin - I believe he was in that position when it impacted him.
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[Someone killed the assassin by cutting his throat??? Damn.]
So he was killed on the track? That does seem to be where all of the blood was...
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CATHERD
So it seems that we've come to a bit of a standstill. We know that Risotto was alive when the roller coaster hit him but probably died when his throat was slit. The knife that had done this was right next to his body. His hand prints were where he probably tried pushing the car off. Another hand print in blood was found where someone tried pushing the car off, too. As well as tracks leading to the ladder to the top of the loop but there were no tracks down.
The roller coaster had it's safety wheels taken off and placed on a tarp, as well. As was his gun, which was not fired. Everything seemed to be covered in grease or oil.
Then we have Scott who died from unknown causes. We don't know if he was even at the roller coaster. He was turned into coins after he died and some of those coins were stuffed into the other arcade machines. There also seemed to be a fight, as there were many machines that were stabbed as well as one that had a greasy hand print on it. I'm not sure if it's the same size as the bloody one or not. His clothes had been searched and there was a cut on his back but little blood.
There was also an oily shirt found with his clothes.
There was also a margarita that could have belonged to Risotto found in the minigolf area.
I think those are the main points.
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[Flayn points to the tie dye shirt she brought in.]
This machinery oil...is it difficult to clean off? I have never encountered its like before. Even with it smeared all over so many things, could it be possible that our culprit still has some on their person, if they did not clean themselves thoroughly? Or...maybe that is a foolish line of thinking. Many of us seemed to have had to investigate areas where it is.
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mods?
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And then a moment later, he opens his eyes and answers the accusation.]
You're right. I did find Risotto last night, and I did climb up on top of the roller coaster. But that's the extent of my involvement here.
I'm not the responsible party. I didn't kill anyone last night. I just happened to come across it after the fact, and I was just trying to find the person responsible.
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that's just how it is
[She's smiling just as ever but there's a change. Her eyes are completely blank of emotion. It's more like looking at a shark than a human. She shakes her head.]
Was it for the motive? My child is everything to me. There's more to that, though. Someone was sure to have killed this week. In that case, there would a trial. An execution. A quiet get together of mourning... if no one did? We'd likely celebrate.
Did no one think it strange that I suggested a party? It would have been easy to suggest to Flayn or Filbo that we should have it in a new location. Next to the roller coaster, for example. It would only kill a few people if it toppled over but the chaos would create opportunities. Not to mention before it finally fell: a quick suggestion to visiting the bathroom with Flayn to gossip, poisoning the alcohol for Constantine and the sweets for Jasper, strangling Magica and stealing her gun for those more combat capable.
If Risotto hadn't heard me and tried to shoot me, I would have gotten away with my modifications. He ran up to the tracks and I flipped the switch. Once I saw he dropped his gun I left. Scott was just in the arcade and I needed more dead to make a better chance for success so, well.
[Reika leans on her podium. Her expression changes to one of pure horror.]
Scott! The roller coaster--Risotto is in trouble! [She shrugs.] He turned his back and if luck had been on my side he would have died right there. He jumped just in time, though, and ended up falling on his idiotic head after a chase through the arcade. I had no time to look for others so I went to my room afterwards and cleaned up.
[Reika shrugs again.]
That's everything, I think. [Beat.] Oh, yes. I searched his pockets to try to find something I could plant on Risotto later. I couldn't find anything unique so I just took some of the cash.
[She turns to look at everyone with an empty expression.]
Well, what more do you want? Vote.
[Something about this doesn't feel right, though.]
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[She's like. Well. She expects it.]
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Voting Time!
[Jack almost sounds... disappointed? All the same, the podiums light up with that familiar screen.]
Oookay, then. Enter your votes. Let's see if you're right.
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[No.
No.
She doesn't want to leave Lalli.]
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EXECUTION 1 - CATS DON'T SWIM
You’re getting just a little too good at this, you know? You know maybe - just maybe, and hear me out on this: you could NOT find the guilty parties? No?
Bunch of master detectives out here. You’re killing me. Alright! Jones, take them away!
[ The next few moments are a little longer than the others. It makes a sort of sense, given that the lights have to go out long enough for both Lalli and Reika to vanish.
The Dutchman rises. ]
Let no joyful voice be heard!
[ The creaking of wood, the sound of the ship breaking the surface of the water. ]
Let no man look up to the sky with hope! And let this day be cursed by we who ready to wake… THE KRAKEN!
[ The familiar THUD sounds from the Dutchman, and the wave of force echos out as the screens turn on. The deck of the Dutchman is dark, as it was last week, but it’s more the cloud cover than another solar eclipse or display of whatever magic Davy Jones worked last week.
The deck is also populated once more - a few of Jones’s crewmen can actually be seen in the background, strange fish men all. Jack stands fully visible in the background, too, sipping some sort of tropical drink.
Lalli, meanwhile, stands near the edge of the ship, Jones beside him. ]
Make your choice, Master Hotakainen.
[ Lalli moves over to the side of the ship, sees the kraken and… he pales, stepping back. Jones watches, face neutral.
Lalli turns back and makes it clear that he’s, to say the least, Not About It as regards being eaten by a giant sea beast. ]
... Very well. Step forward, you know how this must end as well as I.
[ Lalli doesn’t fight it, when Jones’s sword comes for him. He just looks up to the sky, hand covering the ribbon on one of his wrists. And Jones, for his part, shows what mercy he’s able. It’s not an instantaneous death, but it is a quick one.
Lalli Hotakainen is dead.
As Jones moves to heft Lalli into the Kraken, Jack claps his hands. ]
Alright, time for round two! Let’s get this over with, people!
EXECUTION 2 - THE TALON OF...
Ye know how this goes by now, I wager. Time to reckon with your actions.
[Reika listens to Davy Jones before nodding. She speaks.]
‘Excuse me, may I have a final request before I make my decision? I just realized how handsome our Captain actually is up close. I never had the pleasure of speaking to him directly before, after all.’
[She turns to Jack with a genuine smile.] ‘I thought I would dress up nicely for you since I didn’t doubt I’d end up here. May I request the honor of giving our Captain a kiss before the kraken takes me?’
[With Jack now seated in full view of the cameras, the trial room is left to watch as the… well, the entire deck of the ship balks at the suggestion. Jack seems to choke on air. Even some of the crew seem a little surprised.]
What? Wait… really? [But something in Reika’s earnestness seemed to sway the captain out of his chair.]
‘Yes, if you don’t mind.’ [She even makes a show of showing that her hands are empty by shrugging.] ‘I’m not going to fight my punishment, after all. Might as well give you something instead.’
[A smart person may have seen this as a chance to stall for time, or a trap. Jack saw both of these things. He did not care.]
Yeah, pff. I mean, hey, if all of you guys were as nice as this towards me, maybe you wouldn’t be dying. [You would be. That’s for certain, but she’s gotten Jack’s attention.] Listen, I’m not… totally for this. It’s kinda weird, I barely know you, you’re… dying. Ugh.
[Yet, he approaches.]
But hey, I won’t refuse a last request, cupcake.
‘I know it’s sudden, I’m sorry. I’m a shy woman when it comes to men. I didn’t want to invite myself into your office…’ [She does move closer to give him a kiss on the cheek. That’s when she shows her cards. By cards that is the hunting knife in her sleeve. She grabs it and slams it towards his chest.]
Well, you don’t have to be shy around me. Lots of people are intimidated by-
[Jack is a man of luxury, of riches. He’s a man with an ego a galaxy wide. He is always right, and nothing can hurt him. And he’s put himself exactly where Reika needed him to be. There is no time to block the knife.
It sinks into his chest fast, Jack instinctively breaths in, and immediately coughs on blood-stained air.]
What-? You… Oh, are you serious!
[Even now, he struggles, attempting to push back against her and her knife.]
‘Shh, Jack.’ [She had prepared for this. She steps backwards with her knife. There’s no anger in her voice, no hate. Just chilling apathy as she pulls out the knife.] ‘Checkmate!’
[She slashes his throat as she shouts that final word. Her hand drops the knife as she steps even farther back. Her smile is wide and emotionless. Reika raises her hands to surrender as a brief flash of fear crosses her face. She wouldn’t fight anymore; that didn’t mean she wasn’t afraid.]
Jones! Le- grrk!
[Jack’s hands fly to his throat, blood seeping through his fingers as he fights to stave off the inevitable. He coughs and gags, looking for help, but none of Jones’s men gathered around them seemed receptive to even appearing sympathetic to their new captain choking on his own blood. He was hardly part of the ship, or the crew.
It’s quick. And, possibly best of all, silent. He staggers to his knees, collapsing face down on the deck. No grandiose speeches. Barely even a breath.
Captain Jack is dead.]
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HE JUST STARTS CLAPPING ENTIRELY UNIRONICALLY]
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1/3 - ye best start believing in ghost stories
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