FIFTH TRIAL

[bathymetric]

Quite the spread of evidence, isn't it? You have all you need, make your way to the vault door at once.

[ Once you're all at the door, Angel lets you through and into the elevator as always. And speaking of that elevator... your space to roam inside has grown again as you head down. Four is a heavy number to lose in one week, isn't it, between Nova and the three bodies you've just found? Though the number of things to discuss might be weighing heavier on your mind, if you're one of the investigators. The elevator might seem bigger or smaller than usual, despite the increase in space.

The trial room is as it is most weeks, apart from the newly-red podiums, so at least that's not a surprise by now. The screens are lowered, the familiar spiral displayed as ever. ]

That's three down this week. Up to three parties can be found responsible, when all is said and done - so go forth and find whoever did this, won't you? And to whoever did this... as always, best of luck to you as well.

[ The screens raise.

Welcome to your fifth trial. ]

Comments

[emberserker]

Are you saying that I -- are you serious? If I were going to poison anybody's tea, I wouldn't have left a calling card! Besides, you're the one who's become possessed with poisoned plants lately.

[blackmass]

I am only following a line of logic, Anna Fugo.

[Smiling, as usual.]

There are not many of us with a hair color a similar shade to hers, less still with that and a similar height. If someone were to pose as Shelley Winters, hypothetically, you would be the most likely to pass at a glance.

As for myself, I merely prefer poisonous flowers to all others.

[emberserker]

Oh, really. To hear Rhea tell it, you've developed a fixation.

[blackmass]

Developed? No. I have always had such a preference.

I do note you deflecting, incidentally. If there is something of which you would accuse me, then I might do the same with you.

[emberserker]

Then tell me, if I poisoned somebody as a contingency plan, but I also stood in the gym as bait, why I'd even need a Plan B. That makes even less sense!

[blackmass]

The idea of all of this being carried out by a single person was just that--an idea. For all I know, there could easily be two terrible catastrophes having taken place independently.

[mouflon]

I think the biggest question here would be if Anna had the technical know-how to rig up a trap like that. If not the actual trip line, then at least the parts about the screws keeping things held up until they were pulled

Personally, she doesn't really seem like the kind of person that would, to me, but who knows. Maybe she could surprise me.

[blackmass]

I would dare say we have all been surprised a time or two since this began.

[archboxer]

It was just a contingency plan in case that Brian did not show up. Is that not right?

[emberserker]

I don't know what happened in the rest of the new wing. It was completely clear the last time I saw it. I didn't poison anybody.

[nothingcanstop]

...But what about Brian? Poison aside. We don't have anything connecting Brian and the other scene, after all. But, Anna, your hair, your height...

[emberserker]

What about him? We don't even have a clear indication of what happened in there.

[nothingcanstop]

Don't we? Someone lured him out, under the assumption...that they were the ghosts, meeting him. He's got a vested interest in that, after all, more than some of us. Someone also set a trap using the weights.

[ To those who were on the scene: ] How'd that look again? Some brackets and a trip-wire?

[archboxer]

How can we be sure of that?

[emberserker]

You're the only one I told about the flowers in the first place! You know I'm not going to -- and besides, I'd have no reason to do both!

[archboxer]

What, are you saying I framed you?

[bolderfell]

...But you set the trap in the gym, didn't you.

[emberserker]

How? Tell me how even half of that would have worked if I'd done it.

[bolderfell]

Most of it's simple enough to do, if not to think up. You write the letter. We all saw how he took Damien's death, we know he's an easy target. Slip it under his door. I don't know about everyone, but I don't go out the day before one of the Professor's deadlines, so I imagine there might be fewer eyes around that night for you to attach the brackets and rope for your trap. You set the strange lighting to make it easier to mistake who you are in the dark.

What really points to you, Anna, besides your hair, is... I saw you making all those clothes. Easy enough to hide a shirt in that pile, wouldn't it have been?

[hardnosed]

[ she's not actually vocally joining in on this pile-on, but she's glaring! have fun with that. ]

[emberserker]

[well you suck too]

[fivestagegod]

Not so much a calling card as a case of "we kill with what we know." Last week we were supposed to not suspect the girl who never shuts the hell up about sharks of feeding someone to the sharks.

[emberserker]

You think this is what I know? Explain how I supposedly killed a walking, talking diamond with a sword. You know I don't use those.

[valentinus]

...you seemed just fine swinging around the laser toy sword awhile ago.

[emberserker]

That's not how I remember it.