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castle_whims2022-09-09 10:31 pm
whimsicalism) wrote in castle_whims2022-09-09 10:31 pm
THIRD TRIAL
THIRD TRIAL
THE CONTAINMENT CENTER
Still hungry, and perhaps with some new fashionable shoe colors, the students are herded into the elevator, which is lined with a plastic tarp this week. With the elevator becoming a perpetually emptier space, there's plenty of room for the Prefect herself to squeeze in next to everyone else, standing at the front of the group and ineffectively covering the side of her head with her free hand as soon as the tearing screen of metal and high-buzzing florescent lights kicks in.
The descent this time takes the group of students past several new chambers. The first is occupied by a grotesque caricature of a lunch lady, who ladles unidentifiable pitch black goop onto a constantly rotating line of trays as she smiles at the group with a single tooth. The clown, ever present for the show with his dwindling collection of balloons, rides a tiny tricycle through pools of spilled acrylic paint, the wheels squeaking as they paint out blood red patterns on the cell floor. The last chamber the students will see before arriving in the trial room is completely empty, save for a cloudy grey fog that blinks inside it like a thundercloud.
Instead of the usual black ram emblem on the telecom screen, the Principal's flame-wreathed silhouette is visible this week, though his chair is turned away from the camera and only the outline of his back seems to be visible. There's an empty container of Rocky Road ice cream sitting next to him on a side table, the spoon still balanced in the carton. The entire trial room itself smells like the lunch time rush at a cafeteria or fast food restaurant, the smells of grilling meat, roasting vegetables, and sweet dessert occasionally passing through a chamber that is completely devoid of any actual food.
With some hesitation, Nanami goes to the desk next to the podiums and takes her old seat. She glances back at the projector screen, then her shoulders slump forward and she leans down against the desk.
"It's happened again. Valmont, the... Boss...Baby. Has been killed. Maybe this really will go on forever, until no one is left... Anyway, you need to find out what happened if you want to live and not starve. ...Don't forget the rules. Get started."
As she finishes speaking a sheep walks around the trial room, handing everyone an apple and some graham crackers. Of course, even Nanami gets a small treat. The Little Brother glances at the shape of Father in his chair before quietly placing a finger to it's robotic face only for the angry voice of your Principal rings out. "Hey! Don't--ah, forget it. That'll get you through the trial. Maybe you'll bust a gut or something. What are you waiting for?! You heard Miss Kiryuu, start already!"
OOC NOTES
Welcome to the third trial! Consider this your reminder to make sure to get in your Week 2 AC by tomorrow's weekly post and to start getting your Week 3 AC ready to submit. Make sure to get your regains in by tomorrow night!
Remember, if you can carry it you probably can bring it. We mainly want to discourage corpse desecration, if we can, so while the body itself isn't allowed into the trial most things are. If your character has access to a piece of evidence and you don't know if you can bring it in, you can either ask the mods privately if that's possible or by pinging them in the post itself. If a piece of evidence is forgotten, you can either assume retroactively that someone did or that the sheep brought it in to make sure that everything is tidy.
As always, just put MODS in the header of your comment to get our attention for any clarification.
Good luck!
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Maybe Adorabat was right, at least partially. If it was just used to clean up the blood, then it's possible that there was more blood by your door, but it was mopped up by the towel.
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If the killer did step in the blood, then...throwing around paint would make sure any footprints are hidden, as well as any idea where they came from...and eliminating a shoe check from working...
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[He has his hand on his chin in thought.
Also speaking of he probably smells really strongly of said shoes in oven given he got blasted with the smoke during invest, so uh, sorry Dylan.]
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I really don't. I don't think I'm the first one to notice it, but... this all points to someone who knows how crimes like this work. More than Belmont would've. Someone who's paid attention through everything.
[no, that's not a typo, she just slipped up and called a late lamented (citation needed) ex-yellywagger by the wrong name]
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[That's right. She was also in a red room. Thus...]
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They made it hard to solve because it has to be hard to solve, because otherwise that bastard who wants us gone so badly but still has to play by someone else's rules will kill us all. It's - I break things, I kill vampires, I'm not someone smart enough for this!
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[Hesitant, this is very much a hunch, but:]
Murder mysteries usually have more intrigue, right? Like... I don't know, a locked room mystery.
And Yasu's really into mysteries. I don't know- it just feels off.
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In the meantime I must say... Yuta, that is suspiciously similar to the type of phrasing Reika would have used.
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I'm not suicidal.
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To -
Someone who succeeded would live, but you can't mean that. You can't. Please... you don't, right?
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[Especially as the blue paint comes to light, too.]
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[In a voice only able to be heard by a podium neighbor:]
We'll kick that bastard's ass for you and everyone.
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You better. There's- there's people who were depending on me.
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