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WEEK 4

Another trial, another week, and still you're probably running lower on answers than you'd like. And on people - you lost three since last Sunday. By the end of this week, you'll have been here for nearly a full month, yet still the days crawl on.

You wake up Sunday, again with no memory of Saturday, but this time with a simple message on your devices: You may resume requesting items, if you like. Enjoy. Guess it really was just a stealth motive after all, but at least it's being communicated that it's over! That's something, at least.

And when you leave your rooms on Sunday, there's another new area to explore! This one is... certainly more ambitious in its construction than the last one, to say the least. But hey, you have a pretty neat place to host parties, if you feel so inclined! That's... fun...

Hey, you gotta find the fun in situations like this where you can! Silver linings, right?

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To be honest... I'm a little tired.

[ "A little," she says. She leans against the railing of the machine, blowing a bit of hair out of her eyes. She eyes that mug, the books, and she gives Ema a little smile. It's certainly sympathetic. ]

What about you? Couldn't sleep either?

[ Ema just shakes her head. ]

Been a little restless since yesterday. Er, more restless than usual. And I wanted to stick around by the bar for a bit, to keep an eye on anyone who happened to come by, just in case...but it's been pretty dead all evening, honestly.

[ She takes the books out from under her arm and slumps over the rail a bit. In the light of the machine, the top one is pretty clearly a book of cocktail recipes... ]

Which, don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for, but...well, scientifically speaking, you need some interaction, every now and again.

... I know what you mean.

[ She lets out a sigh and glances at the book. She's not judging, but also, are you okay, Ema? ... Is anyone here okay? But then again, as long as the bar's here, it might as well be used.

She can still worry, though. ]

I'm no scientist, but I know people need a friend sometimes. [ To help keep your head above water, and all that. She gives Ema a meaningful smile. It's rough out there, but... ] Luckily, you've got me here for all your friendship needs.

[ She's quiet for a second, as if letting those words sink in...but then she's quick to nod, resolute. Good company, wasn't it?

Once she catches her staring at the book in her hand, though, she's quick to clear the air-- ]

It's, er, it's not for me, I promise. Mixing drinks and stirring cocktails and things like that...it's kind of the closest thing I can really get to doing chemistry, here. Two parts this, one part that...it was kind of clearing my head a bit. And people seemed to like the drinks I was making off the top of my head the other day, so...I dunno, I figured I'd practice a little, if it took people's minds off it a bit. You know I've always been more of a chocolate kind of girl...

[ There's a bit of a sheepish chuckle and an embarrassed little grin; she'd move to scratch the back of her head, but her hands are a little more full than she'd like them to be for that. ]

A-anyway. You're totally right. I promised I'd be here to hear you out for whatever you needed, way back when. [ Gosh, those three weeks feel like forever ago, now. ] And you told me to make sure it goes both ways. I haven't forgotten.

[ With that being said, she still wears that slightly bashful smile as she asks: ]

Do you mind, then? I'm not catching you at a bad time or anything, am I? I wouldn't wanna keep you, if you were looking to hit the hay soon...

Oh! Oh, um-- [ Well. It's not a wrong assumption. ] I can see what you mean. I'd never thought of that before, but... it has to be somewhat of a comfort, right?

[ Anything to not lose your head in this place. Mira knows how that goes; it's why she spends so much time in the art room. But even that has taken on a bittersweet tinge; maybe she should take a break and paint something else for a while... but, she'll think more on that later, because when Ema says that, she shakes her head. ]

I don't mind at all. Honestly, my legs are getting kind of tired, so you'd be doing me a favor, too.

[ ... And she can't pass up an opportunity to be there for someone she cares about. ]

Do you want to go somewhere a little quieter, then? Maybe refill that coffee of yours?

[ She's only half-teasing... ]

If it's all the same to you, I think at this point I'd rather take hot cocoa, if I can get it. But that's a bit of a walk from here...I can settle for the lounge, unless you're dying for a snack or two.

[ She lifts herself up off the rail, and steps aside, so Mira can hop off... ]

Sorry to ask you for another favor like this. At this point, maybe I should just start a tab, or something. To say you're dependable is a bit of an understatement, really...

You know, I could go for a hot cocoa, too.

[ She does indeed hop off the machine, and she looks sheepish at that... Dependable, huh? ]

Honestly... that's what friends are for, right? I don't mind at all.

Alright, we can walk and talk for a bit before we get there. First things first, though...

[ She opens up her cocktail recipes to a section where that she left bookmarked with a familiar looking envelope wedged between the pages. Without much in the way of fanfare, she opens it up and pulls out the photograph inside.

She looks at it for just a second, and then hands it off to Mira. ]

That's my sister, Lana. Just in case you were ever curious about putting a name to a face.

[ Ah... she guessed that was who was in Ema's envelope. She takes it, then opens it to look. ]

She's pretty. [ Her voice is soft, and she replaces the photo and hands it back to Ema. She wonders if... no, nevermind. Still, if Ema wants to talk about something... the motive and her sister? ] Thank you for showing me, Ema.

Any time. You know as well as I do that I'll take any chance to blab about her, so I figured I might as well show you what she looks like, now that I have the chance. But actually, it's kind of a good starting point, because I had been meaning to tell you all of this earlier, at some point, but I didn't really know where to begin...

[ She puts the photo away for now as she starts to get moving. Something about keeping herself in motion kind of helps to keep a little animated right now. She doesn't quite want to let herself get caught up in too many pauses... ]

I'm pretty sure I've told you, but Lana was the Chief Prosecutor of Los Angeles for about two years or so. Before that, though, not long after she graduated law school, she actually worked for the Criminal Affairs Department as a detective, like I did before I became a forensic scientist. That picture is from when she first signed on with the force. I was...maybe about ten or so, at the time?

[ Had to be. ]

Still in my troublemaker days...

[ Yeah... she knows how that goes, not knowing where to begin. But Mira listens as she walks along with Ema. ]

Troublemaker Ema... She must have had her hands full. Then again.... older siblings usually do.

[ She says it fondly, with only the barest touch of sadness. This is Ema's time to talk, after all--she won't make it about her. ]

You were so happy in that photo. You must have been very proud of her.

Even back then, I knew how hard Lana worked, yeah. I didn't mention it before, but my parents...

[ She doesn't quite have a free hand to fidget with, she realizes. But it's out there, now, so she might as well just sigh and-- ]

Well, there was a car accident. Just this freak thing...I was about five years old, and Lana had just started college, but from that point on up until I was about sixteen, it was just me and Lana. So even back then, she was like Supergirl. She pretty much raised me on her own, that whole time, but she graduated magna cum laude, got into one of the best law schools in the country, and graduated top of her class from there...it was like there was nothing she couldn't do. And when she made it to the police force...well, even when I was a kid, I had this dream that I wouldn't stop talking about with her. That we'd be some kind of Legendary Duo, Lana the detective and her sister Ema the forensic scientist. Like we'd take on cases together, and we'd be this powerhouse team...

I dunno, I thought it would be the greatest thing. And the whole time at that ceremony, watching her get sworn in, I couldn't stop thinking about it, so...

[ That would be the reason she's smiling like a doofus. ]

It was like that for about...four years or so, I'd say.

[ Oh... she'd been wondering, but of course, she didn't know how to ask. Besides, it's not the type of thing she's comfortable asking. She's quiet as she listens, and she's also thinking about how similar their pasts are... Absent parents, though for different reasons, siblings who worked their butts off to take care of their younger sisters... ]

It's an amazing dream. There's nothing like doing something you're passionate about with the person you love most...

[ She has a feeling Lana might've agreed, but she can't say for sure. ]

... What happened after those four years?

[ She seems to take a particularly deep breath before she starts again, thankful that she'll get to sit down before the worst of it starts. ]

Lana made a real name for herself, while she was on the force. But there was this...particularly awful case that Lana was assigned to, in 2014. Multiple killings, all committed by the same person. The first one was an accident, allegedly, but there had been a witness, and he decided to silence them... Unfortunately, there was a witness to that murder, and so on and so on, until eventually, there were a total five dead. It was horrendous. And for over half a year, Lana was part of a special investigation team focused on finding the killer. She was one of the chief investigators on that task force, along with the Deputy Chief, and three other detectives.

Internally, they called the series of incidents SL-9.

[ Thus, the profile. ]

Anyway, one day, after over six months, the guy just...turns himself in, out of the blue. Whether it was because his conscience caught up with him, or that he knew he was cornered, or there was some other reason, I'll never know. But I remember talking to Lana about it over the phone, and she was so relieved that the case was over that she wanted to take me out to dinner that night. It was supposed to be a celebration, but...I don't think I need to tell you that things went wrong.

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[ Oh.

Mira's eyes widen as she listens. And, casually, she places her hand within Ema's reach--in case Ema needs to hold onto something. Just like she's done with Rhea. ]

I can imagine she'd be relieved, certainly... [ But she's waiting for the other shoe to drop... and she knows it's coming after she asks: ] What went wrong, exactly?

[ She doesn't take it just yet, but by the time they reach the cafeteria, she's a little bit quick to set her books down and park herself, just because she needs to steel herself a little. Thirteen years, and the thought of this is still hard to articulate, but, it's important... ]

It was storming that day, but I knew how important the whole thing was to Lana, so I went over to the police department and waited in her office. Not too long after that, the power to the whole building just cuts completely, from the rain. The killer was being interrogated at the time, but, he used the darkness from the blackout to escape. He left the interrogation room, and made his way into Lana's office...I didn't know who it was, but I saw that he had a knife in his hand, so I hid...

[ She grips at the edge of the table... ]

It was only a couple of seconds later that another man arrived: Neil Marshall, one of Lana's friends. He was supposed to be the prosecutor assigned to that case, so he was probably at the interrogation when the killer escaped. I was hiding, and it was dark from the blackout, but I remember peeking out and seeing that one of them was holding down the other one with the knife in his hand. I couldn't make out either of their faces at all.

And I was scared out of my mind, but somehow...I don't know if I was being brave or reckless or what, but I jumped out and I pushed the one with the knife. I was so terrified after that that I fainted...

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[ Mira takes a seat, right next to her.... and when Ema continues, when she gets to that part, she inhales audibly. Sharply. ]

Anyone-- anyone would be terrified, seeing that. [ She takes a deep breath. She can wager a guess about how things went wrong now... and she sure doesn't like it. ] Did-- did Lana find you like that?

Yeah. I woke up in Lana's arms. Neil Marshall had died, and the killer was taken back into custody. Obviously, they had me testify at the trial, but...I was pretty useless. I took the stand, but I was shaking like a leaf, and couldn't say a word. The most I was able to do was draw a picture...but even still, the guy was found guilty, and the case was closed. Lana was promoted to Chief Prosecutor right after that, and the Deputy Chief, Damon Gant, became the Los Angeles Chief of Police. They became a team known as the "Legendary Duo," and for the next two years, that was that, but...well, there's more to the story. Actually, it's really just the start of it.

[ She shakes her head, and brings her hand to the bridge of her nose. She's this far in; she can't stop now... ]

The truth is, I pushed Neil Marshall. Chief Gant...he got to the office before Lana did, and murdered Marshall himself. Gant needed to make it look like the killer was responsible for one more murder, just so he could have enough evidence to get a sure-fire conviction in court. But on top of that, Gant cut out the handprint I left from when I pushed Marshall, and used Marshall's blood to write my name on a jar that he broke himself. And before I woke up, he made sure Lana saw it, and she thought that I...

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[ ... Yeah, she'd guessed that Ema had-- well. It strikes an all-too familiar chord with her. She reaches out, though, and touches Ema's shoulder. Just lightly; she could shake her hand off, if she wanted. ]

She.... thought you did it. [ God. ] He-- he made sure she saw it?

[ She's never met this Gant guy, but she sure doesn't like him one bit. ]

[ Instead of shaking her off, Ema just...puts her hand on top of Mira's, and takes another deep breath. She doesn't answer that question verbally; all she does is nod, maybe a little more vigorously than she would like to. Maybe it's the lateness of the hour, or maybe she's just putting herself in Lana's shoes... ]

Lana...I wasn't awake, but I'm sure she wasn't thinking straight at all, when she saw all of that. And that Gant, he took advantage of it, and he helped her hide all of the phony evidence that pointed to me. He used it as blackmail, he...

[ She can't help but grit her teeth, and wrap her fingers around Mira's palm-- ]

He made sure that she used her position as Chief Prosecutor to get the convictions he wanted. He forged evidence, he did whatever it took to make sure Lana would bring in guilty verdicts, because if she didn't, he threatened to expose that evidence and have me implicated. And the whole time, I never knew. Lana never told me anything, but I saw her change, and hide herself away, like she couldn't bear to look me in the eye anymore. And I know now that she was only doing it for my sake, but back then, I...I don't know, I felt like I was losing my sister.

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[ She gives Ema's shoulder a squeeze, and her heart aches for her... ]

That's-- H-he knew Lana would do anything to keep you safe. [ For someone to use that... It makes her so angry. ] I'm so sorry, Ema-- Watching someone you care slip away, even if you know the truth now... It's never easy.

[ She knows how it feels. She isn't sure she wants to even think about it, but she'd felt that with Noah, too... And it hurts, to know Ema thought the same of the most important person in her life. ]

Mira...

[ Telling this story...well, it brings up a lot of bitter memories, and feelings that she's had to compartmentalize and deal with for a long, long time. There's a reason Ema doesn't like talking about it, much less with people she's close to, if she can help it. But having Mira's hand on her shoulder and feeling her compassion...

Well, there's something to be said for sharing this, even though it's difficult. Because it's difficult. ]

It was tough. I hate saying that now, because what I was going through just...it paled in comparison to what Lana must have been doing in the two years she was Chief Prosecutor. I'm sure she did a lot of good, and that she worked hard for the people of LA...but at the same time, there were cases she worked on and guilty verdicts she pushed for, that she was forced to push for, because of me...guilty verdicts that must have ruined lives. And that whole time, she was going through it all on her own, and shutting me out, and I...

[ She shakes her head, so hard that her glasses shake-- ]

I couldn't do a thing. At least, not until it got out of control. Two years after SL-9, one of the detectives on the case was murdered by Chief Gant, after demanding that the case be reopened. He was asking too many questions, and Gant was panicking, and Lana...Lana was forced to hide the body.

[ She's quiet for some time, brows furrowing a little... ]

... Even if it was difficult for Lana, it's-- You shouldn't downplay how hard it was for you. When the person you love most starts to pull away, it's-- it's terrifying. [ She shakes her head, giving Ema's shoulder a squeeze.

And... god. The more she hears about this Gant guy, the more she deeply dislikes him. ]

Forced to hide the body... She was found out?

[ She takes one more deep breath... ]

What was really terrifying, even after all of that, was getting a phone call from my sister with awful reception, and finding out later that she was arrested... She was ordered to stab the body with a different knife, to hide the actual murder weapon. But Lana was so scared, and trembling, that she actually cut her hand when she tried.

[ She's trying hard to relay all of this, but she can't divorce herself from Lana's feelings, no matter how hard she tries. That's what's most vivid about her memories of this whole horrible thing; the sinking feeling she got when she heard that phone call, the worry she felt seeing her sister's bandaged hand... ]

She was caught in the act. And accused of murder. Worse still, she was insisting to me...trying to tell everyone that she did it. I couldn't believe it, no matter what, but I didn't know where to turn or what to do. Eventually, I remembered that Lana had a friend in law school who went on to become a defense attorney, so I tracked down her law office and begged the man working there to let her help me...

I felt like I had hit rock bottom, when I found out that she had died a few months prior. But that guy...he was nice enough to take our case. I taught him everything I knew about forensics, and helped him investigate the whole time. And in that trial, he was able to prove to everyone that Lana wasn't a killer, that Gant was corrupt as can be, and that SL-9...well, we were finally able to put that behind us. For good.

[ Oh... ]

It-- it must have been so hard for you, even as hard as you fought for her...

[ She scoots a little closer to Ema, so she can lean on Mira if she needs. ]

I'm glad you were able to put it behind you... but all the same--it's left its mark on you, hasn't it? [ Because she knows how that goes. ] ... Thank you for telling me. It must have been so difficult.

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