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

[sastruga]

...We may as well be more thorough.

[specialyellthing]

Get it out of the way, right? [Shes shrugging out of her jacket already. less people to appreciate it now. it’s real sad.]

[onemillion]

...Yes, it would be best to get it out of the way so we don't have to revisit it later.

[He sure doesn't like it, but here we are anyway.]

INJURY CHECK

[inaclearing]

...yeah, I guess you're right. Might save us time later. I can do it again, and someone else can check me. And, uh...Zinda or someone can get you all.

[He means the girls, clearly. It's still pretty listless, he seems a lil out of it, but here we go...]

Shirts off. And anything on your hands or arms, this time. [we all remember what happened with seo dawon]

[onemillion]

[Rossiu still doesn't like it, but he's not actually going to argue this time. He's exactly as much of a scrawny string bean as you'd expect underneath that uniform jacket, but aside from that there are no injuries or anything else of note! His hands and arms are likewise injury-free.]

I can check you, Brett.

cw: unintentional self-harm

[inaclearing]

[Brett will go ahead and remove his shirt. He's not wearing the Star Trek uniform this time, it's just one of his regular outfits.

His torso and arms are clear. Beneath his fingernails, there's traces of blood...but he turns his hands over, and there's what seem to be a few corresponding crescent-shaped cuts on his palms. Brett stares at them.]

Oh...

[onemillion]

[Oh dear...]

I doubt I need to remind you, but make sure you take care of those once we're out of here, alright?

[As ever, he's ill-equipped to handle the emotional side of it, but his voice is gentle.]

[sastruga]

[Mafuyu will let Zinda check her without any fuss. She's wearing her dress today, so it's a bit more of a production to check her, but that does mean it's... pretty thorough.

...Looks like there are no injuries on her.]

[specialyellthing]

Thanks Sparkles.

You can check Mielle for me. I’m sure there’s nothin to worry about, but… fairs fair, right?

[sastruga]

Mm, of course. I'll take care of it.

[fuckingguy]

[ AND THE RIGAMAROLE BEGINS.......

Nandor is, once again, wearing that thing he showed up in! Only this time it's got Hild's blood all over it! The white cuffs of his undershirt have some transfer on them, even. Defensively, he says: ]

I do not enjoy this any more than you all, okay? After last week, it seemed like changing clothes would be more suspicious.

[ Once he's shirtless, it's obvious that he's unhurt. He even takes off all the rings and the little chain necklace he's always wearing! Nothing doing. ]

[asymptotes]

[ Shirtless is his natural state, and Drakkon is free of scratches or other similar injuries!

... His knuckles are, admittedly, lightly bruised, but. ]

I don't think my knuckles have been flawless since I had enough materials to make training dummies, but... no scratches.

[fuckingguy]

Brett, as you are the one checking... how old do those look?

[ he can't just sprint over and eyeball his knuckles, that would be weird!! ]

mods?

[inaclearing]

[Using his expert opinion as a guy who is really not an expert in this, how old do they look?]

[honeyedtea]

[ Mielle looks inclined to be Difficult about this until she realizes it'll be Mafuyu checking her over at which point she largely lets it happen without fuss because... honestly I can't even give any other excuse than She's A Lesbian at this point.

She has a few light scrapes and scratches on her hands that aren't consistent with any of the evidence (but are consistent with, say, someone trashing their room in a tantrum because they got caught out for attempted murder). Otherwise she's completely clean. ]

[capreelcious]

[ Floyd doesn't argue about cooperating this time! He'll pull off his t-shirt so people can inspect.

No injuries! ]

[allatonce]

[Joy pulls off her suit jacket. She's wearing one of the hand bra underneath so, like, there's not a lot being hidden here. There's several scratches going up her arms, though—think "tried to make a cat do something they didn't want to" scratches.]

[inaclearing]

These are from Rain again?

[allatonce]

I locked him in my room with Sans to prevent another Bortles accident. Neither of them were very happy about it.

[But also she kind of didn't realize how lucky she'd been so far with them not following her into crime scenes! So it felt necessary!]

[asymptotes]

[ After the comment explaining: ]

And that's why I stick to dogs.

[allatonce]

He didn't attack me or anything, he was just squirmy once he figured out "put Rain back in the room" wasn't a game. Same as if you're trying to clip a dog's nails or something and they freak.

[visiblepattern]

Must I remove everything...?

[As usual, the make of his dress is enough to ensure that his arms can be seen easily; it's one of the ones with a little capelet, you can easily see up to his shoulders. No injuries are visible.]

[inaclearing]

No...no, you're okay.

[We literally just talked about pushing people, but look okay maybe Brett is biased here]

[specialyellthing]

[Zinda wriggles out of her jacket and t-shirt—- standing there in her bra just long enough to show that there aren’t any fresh injuries on her. Then the t-shirt goes back on.]

[howveryglib]

[…he did show up in something easier to take off again so shirt’s off. No recent injuries anywhere!]