Fifth Trial

[bathymetric]

[ There's a long while of examination before the Mayor speaks up. There's plenty of evidence to pick up yet again this week, after all. ]

Annnd that's going to do it. Wrap it up and head to the bathyspheres, kids, you've got some business to attend to.

[ The bathyspheres take you all down, down, into the now-familiar dome below the city. The similarly familiar red glow persists until the lights properly turn on - the projection of Fontaine's silhouette is gone, of course, replaced by that same flickering "please stand by" message. But your mayor's voice is still the one that speaks over the increasingly empty circle of podiums. ]

If you somehow need a reminder of why you're here, three of you are dead. Get away with it, killer or killers, and the execution room gets to really work overtime today. But I guess if you wanna live, you should find who murdered three people. Could be important for you guys.

[ Welcome to your fifth trial. ]

Comments

[visiblepattern]

[He shrugs.]

You told me to accuse you, and so I did. Besides, people have killed for reasons outside the motive before, so not having a reason that we know of isn't exactly a defense.

[inaclearing]

Okay, there's no reason to be rude.

[fuckingguy]

... Why would Jonathan not accept an invitation from Gaius?

[ this is what he decides to focus on... ]

Although, Gaius is not from a place with vampires, so it is very unlikely he would choose to wound his neck like that. Never mind.

[howveryglib]

[Gaius rolls up his pant legs, and... well, he's got some old scars there, too, but nothing fresh! There's also nothing on his face or neck.]

[visiblepattern]

[The skirt rolls up fairly easily to a decent length, and there's no injuries there. Nor are there any on his neck and face.]

[onemillion]

[Once again, Rossiu's not going to complain about it and complies. No scratches or injuries here, on either his legs or his neck or face.]

I can double check you as well, if you'd like.

[howveryglib]

We have not spoken as much since the first few weeks, so I am not quite as close to him as the other people noted might have been.

[visiblepattern]

To clarify: I think he would, just not on a Thursday.

[allatonce]

No, no. You're not listening to me: I didn't have any reason to do that. It's pointless. All of this is.

[fuckingguy]

[ Nandor takes off his ridiculous vampire boots and rolls up his ridiculous vampire trousers, revealing... nothing! ]

[capreelcious]

[ He rolls his pant legs on up! He's clear! As for his face and neck, he's clear on that front too. He's got very nice skin! ]

[specialyellthing]

… I dunno if he’d be wise enough to think against that.

[fuckingguy]

Ah. Very good.

[specialyellthing]

Miniskirt comes in handy, huh? [Shes clear.]

[inaclearing]

I don't know. He practically jumped out of his skin when I walked in on him last night. And we talked about how dangerous it was - that was why I hung around there until he was ready to go back, too.

[fuckingguy]

[ listen HE wasn't going to say it but ]

[visiblepattern]

He was mentioning being cautious on the day, and the note left in his room included the implication that he may not return. That sounds more like he thought the risk he was taking was an acceptable one.

[inaclearing]

Yeah, it does.

[He's gay and all, but like, it does look good on her.]

[allatonce]

[She takes off her pants and there's nothing visible, scratch-wise.

But, Brett? How closely are you looking?]

[inaclearing]

[OH COME THE FUCK ON R

Given Forrest's excellent track record on these things, plus the somewhat concerning nihilism chat we're having? He's actually gonna look pretty closely.]

[allatonce]

[Do you remember the scratches on her arms? They're clearly not all the same, now that you're actually looking at them.]

[inaclearing]

...may I?

[He holds out a hand as if to take her arm for closer inspection. Although he's inspecting from here also so like okay what've we got]

[allatonce]

[She holds out her arm wordlessly. It's easy to have missed, Brett, don't beat yourself up. But the actual cat scratches? Mostly on her forearm, meaning the ones higher up on her arm which are slightly larger probably didn't come from Rain, now did they?]

[inaclearing]

[oh hon you know he's gonna beat himself up

Later, though. For now, he just looks at her.]

Joy...

1/2

[allatonce]

Brett.

[She smiles, and this close? This close it's easy to tell her smiles never quite reach her eyes.]