Week 3

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[Four people dead now - six, if you include the crew. Things have been a little rough on the Starfield Penitentiary this week. Blaze Dudely doesn't make a public reappearance during the weekend, so you've got a few days to yourselves to recover, though he's probably still sticking to his office hours if you really feel like going to see him. On Sunday morning, you may find that you're recovering a a few other things as well - both strange dreams and some new items.

In addition, there's a new set of doors at the end of the corridor, by that empty space where you'd been having your fight club. Looks like you've got a new wing to explore.]



Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday

(( ooc: Don't forget to turn in your AC for Week 2, submit your memory regains, and put in your benefactor threads! ))

Comments

[empathiser]

The point of poison is usually that it's not obvious...

[Easier said than done. But he doesn't think Oda would be the guilty party if it had been, even if he would be capable of it.]

[tenimuho]

Then why bother looking at it that closely?

[It's still invisible with the cap open.]

[empathiser]

It's a placebo action.

[He takes another sip.]

If I die, I'm haunting you.

[tenimuho]

I would deserve that and would accept my punishment. And admit my guilt if we went to trial.

[He is 100% serious.]

[empathiser]

Maybe if our gracious host found it funny enough in the first place he'd skip the trial and give everyone a day off.

[Plan.]

[tenimuho]

That's possible, but I wouldn't want to bet my life on it.

[Not a good plan.]

[empathiser]

Alright. I'd rather not get poisoned anyway.

[And the water seems fine, so this is probably a moot point.
So, from one man overused to crime scenes to another:]

What did you think of the trial?

[tenimuho]

...I think the setup is designed to put people on edge. If you don't catch the right culprit, you'll be punished, and if you bore Blaze you'll be punished. It's not conducive to slowly and carefully going over evidence. It's more like a show.

[Not that he's been in that many normal trials.]

[empathiser]

[Well, Will definitely doesn't remember pantsing, or people being used as projectile weaponry in his our trial so he can confirm it was weird. But...]

Most court rooms are a show. You're there to persuade the common man that your argument is stronger, and therefore more legitimate than the other argument being presented. There's shouting, there's dramatic tension, there's occasionally the odd lawyer hamming it up for the audience.

[There's a pause.]

But the projectile weaponry and death by robotic-dinosaur were new.

[tenimuho]

[have you ever had to pants someone to show that they had a bite taken out of their butt, will]

I assumed those were out of the ordinary. Death doesn't usually happen right in the courtroom?

[empathiser]

[Usually the people attacked by the Chesapeake Ripper tend to have more than a bite missing from one part of their anatomy.]

...

[He thinks of delays, of trials collapsing beneath everyone's feet as evidence unravels and people are killed in ways they shouldn't be killed, not with the "Chesapeake Ripper" on trial for his crimes. A man who trusted the wrong person and paid for it.
Of a judge, blinded and brainless like the eyes of justice itself in the eyes of a killer.]

Oh you'd be surprised. It's not common, but nothing's impossible.

[tenimuho]

You must have some very interesting stories to tell. I'd be willing to hear them, but maybe not right now.

[empathiser]

Maybe. I expect you have more than a few as well, with your background.

[If you're willing to share, maybe he would be too.]

[tenimuho]

I don't think of myself as a very interesting person... I might be able to come up with something.

[empathiser]

A lot of interesting people don't. You should just tell some stories and see what happens.

[tenimuho]

Hmm... Well, I could tell you how I met one of my friends, Ango. It was two years ago, during a gang war. Dazai - my other friend - and I had been assigned to recover the belongings of four of the mafia members who had died at the waste disposal site and take pictures of their bodies.

...I still don't know why anyone ordered Dazai to do that, even before he was an executive, he usually didn't get those kinds of jobs...

[But that's a sidetrack. Oda shakes his head.]

When we got to the accounting firm to deliver those items, Dazai and I smelled terrible, and Ango who was working there told us not to get too close to him. He even told Dazai, next in line for executive, to be quiet. I've never seen Dazai gape like that before or since.

[Another sidetrack. Oda guesses he's the kind of person to be more interested in people than events.]

For this and that reason, Dazai decided he was interesting and to invite him drinking with us. So he and I hugged him from both sides so we'd get our stink all over him and he couldn't keep working.