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theairlock2017-05-27 11:33 am
airlockedmods) wrote in theairlock2017-05-27 11:33 am
first trial
[With the announcement and evidence, the doors in the pool area are the next destination for anyone who doesn't particularly want to see what a punishment from PAL would look like. Kip, for once not acting like a complete coward, takes the lead and opens the doors. The patio is a large, round room with high walls and a domed ceiling, but the biggest feature of the room is the a circle of podiums that takes up most of the floor space.
The room itself is decked in the same almost gaudy golds and reds as the rest of the mansion, with walls high enough that it's impossible to see inside the trial room from the promenade that encircles the whole mansion. The domed ceiling provides an unhindered view of the stars overhead. As for the podiums themselves, they're the same sort of garish gold with a digital screen facing toward the center of the circle, and a large, currently dimmed rose silhouette facing the center beneath the screen. The screens each have a name and title associated with a Champion written in green block letters, all save for Mikaela, the Champion of the Millennium Tree Forest. Hers are a striking red and, floating above her podium, is a greyscale portrait framed in some kind of bold, gilt-looking frame. She smiles out at the group, her eyes gentle and kind even with the noticeable lack of color.
With Cece staying behind to take care of the body, Kip is left to cross the room by himself, stepping onto a platform that rises up just high enough to be out of reach and back far enough toward a far wall to have a full view of the court room. For a brief moment, Kip is obscured by a dome of glass that closes over him, but when the dome lifts it's clear that the only thing obscured was a quick change, taking him out of what was clearly his pajamas and dressing him in a sharp, mournful black suit. He's recovered from looking slightly green, but his body language and expression remain quite somber nonetheless.]
Welcome, Champions, to the Rose Ceremony. This is the trial stage, where the goal is to find the true culprit and...
[PAL almost sighs in disappointment.]
Well, Kipsqueak already spoiled the stakes for you. Find the culprit and they'll be eliminated, vote incorrectly and they'll be allowed to go home at the expense of the rest of your lives.
Oh, and don't bore me. I cannot stand being bored.
The room itself is decked in the same almost gaudy golds and reds as the rest of the mansion, with walls high enough that it's impossible to see inside the trial room from the promenade that encircles the whole mansion. The domed ceiling provides an unhindered view of the stars overhead. As for the podiums themselves, they're the same sort of garish gold with a digital screen facing toward the center of the circle, and a large, currently dimmed rose silhouette facing the center beneath the screen. The screens each have a name and title associated with a Champion written in green block letters, all save for Mikaela, the Champion of the Millennium Tree Forest. Hers are a striking red and, floating above her podium, is a greyscale portrait framed in some kind of bold, gilt-looking frame. She smiles out at the group, her eyes gentle and kind even with the noticeable lack of color.
With Cece staying behind to take care of the body, Kip is left to cross the room by himself, stepping onto a platform that rises up just high enough to be out of reach and back far enough toward a far wall to have a full view of the court room. For a brief moment, Kip is obscured by a dome of glass that closes over him, but when the dome lifts it's clear that the only thing obscured was a quick change, taking him out of what was clearly his pajamas and dressing him in a sharp, mournful black suit. He's recovered from looking slightly green, but his body language and expression remain quite somber nonetheless.]
Welcome, Champions, to the Rose Ceremony. This is the trial stage, where the goal is to find the true culprit and...
[PAL almost sighs in disappointment.]
Well, Kipsqueak already spoiled the stakes for you. Find the culprit and they'll be eliminated, vote incorrectly and they'll be allowed to go home at the expense of the rest of your lives.
Oh, and don't bore me. I cannot stand being bored.
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But instead once he finds his podium and some talking has already started he clears his throat. ]
Um... I don't know if it's relevant but... [ He holds up this flower ] Has anyone seen a flower like this before or know anything about it? I didn't get a chance to check the garden before we came down here, so I don't know if we have these there.
I found it next to a broken table in the hallway. I don't remember a broken table last night, so maybe it was part of a struggle or something?
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Though it doesn't look especially smashed up, so I doubt it was tracked in.
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Were there also signs of something up in the garden?
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Yeah, those are like... usually red, right? Huh...
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let's just quietly retcon the part where we were all talking about the wrong flower shall we
If it came from anywhere, it would've been the garden.
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[Since they were talking about that before.]
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A silver flower on a small table... and the time of death was early morning...
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[ this sounds suspiciously like a train of thought she should be following. ]
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You're thinking Mikaela-san was gathering them for Clarith-san?
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[ it's a good job Arianna's over there but-- okay leaving her podium is obviously a thing she's allowed to do so she hastily scoots around the others to Clarith's side. ]
I'm so-- I-- h--here--
[ she can't really offer any sort of comforting words but she can at least take the woman's other hand and give it a tight squeeze. you're not alone here, Clarith. ]
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We'll get to the bottom of this, Clarith. I promise.
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