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theairlock2017-10-28 12:21 pm
airlockedmods) wrote in theairlock2017-10-28 12:21 pm
first trial
[With the announcement, the Champions are free to decide amongst themselves what order the groups leave in. Once that's done the process of teleporting is automatic and happens in the blink of an eye. Once second they're in the center of the cafeteria before a soft blue light surrounds them and then they're standing in the middle of a circle of podiums.
The room itself it the same shiny, chrome-covered atrocity as most of the rest of the ship save for the sections of floor that aren't the teleporter: those are thick clear glass that show nothing but empty space and stars beneath the Champions' feet. As for the podiums they're the same sort of garish chrome with a digital screen facing toward the center of the circle. The screens each have a name and title associated with a Champion written in green block letters, all save for Chloe Price, the Champion of Max Caulfield, Miki Naoki, the Champion Support and Chitose Karasuma, the Champion of Mediocrity. Theirs are a striking red and, floating above their podiums, are greyscale portraits framed in some kind of bold, mechanical-looking frame.
The Overseers are waiting when they all arrive, standing on a floating platform just high enough to be out of reach and back far enough toward a far wall to have a full view of the courtroom. Both are dressed well, Rox in a pressed grey dress jacket and skirt and Blaze in a black suit with the sleeves rolled up to expose his numerous tattoos.Rox is again the one who speaks up.]
Welcome, Champions, to the courtroom! Twenty of you have entered, but - in the best case scenario - only nineteen of you will leave. The goal here is to compile the evidence that you've gathered and figure out who the killer is. Once you think you have an answer, we'll call a vote where you'll use the podium in front of you to vote on the title of the Champion who you all agree has broken the peace. If you're correct, the culprit will be executed and the rest of you will be allowed to go back upstairs. If you're wrong, however, the killer goes free and the rest of you take the punishment in their place.
There's no time limit, but we reserve the right to call for a vote if things drag on too long. Now let the first trial begin!
The room itself it the same shiny, chrome-covered atrocity as most of the rest of the ship save for the sections of floor that aren't the teleporter: those are thick clear glass that show nothing but empty space and stars beneath the Champions' feet. As for the podiums they're the same sort of garish chrome with a digital screen facing toward the center of the circle. The screens each have a name and title associated with a Champion written in green block letters, all save for Chloe Price, the Champion of Max Caulfield, Miki Naoki, the Champion Support and Chitose Karasuma, the Champion of Mediocrity. Theirs are a striking red and, floating above their podiums, are greyscale portraits framed in some kind of bold, mechanical-looking frame.
The Overseers are waiting when they all arrive, standing on a floating platform just high enough to be out of reach and back far enough toward a far wall to have a full view of the courtroom. Both are dressed well, Rox in a pressed grey dress jacket and skirt and Blaze in a black suit with the sleeves rolled up to expose his numerous tattoos.Rox is again the one who speaks up.]
Welcome, Champions, to the courtroom! Twenty of you have entered, but - in the best case scenario - only nineteen of you will leave. The goal here is to compile the evidence that you've gathered and figure out who the killer is. Once you think you have an answer, we'll call a vote where you'll use the podium in front of you to vote on the title of the Champion who you all agree has broken the peace. If you're correct, the culprit will be executed and the rest of you will be allowed to go back upstairs. If you're wrong, however, the killer goes free and the rest of you take the punishment in their place.
There's no time limit, but we reserve the right to call for a vote if things drag on too long. Now let the first trial begin!
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Karamatsu looks up to where the Overseers stand.]
...Punishment? What- what are you talking about, the rest taking punishment!? That was never mentioned!
[UM??]
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My working theory is that the murderer stabbed Chitose, and Miki found her body later and tried to help. Is there any evidence that could confirm or contradict this?
[She doesn't sound as cheerful as she normally does, but... She also doesn't sound very upset for a fourteen-year-old girl who just examined a body, chattering away without pause.]
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He looks to Korra to his left, trying to decide which one of them should speak up, but finally says something himself.]
...If anyone found weapons, I think I know where the killer found them.
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maybe mods?
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...No, she can't think of that now. When she finds her podium, she stands at it, hands folded and expression grim. The Overseers still don't tell them what their punishment is for being wrong about the culprit...but, hopefully, it's not something they will find out through experience.]
I think...we should establish who we are to begin talking about first. I examined...Miki, so, I can tell you what I know about what might've happened to her.
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The first and only thing that comes out of Osomatsu's mouth though, however, is:]
Booooo! Get off the stage!
[Very productive.]
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[if there was any lingering doubt in his mind that this wasnt an actual experiment, the trial room dashes it. It's too flashy and over the top when a vote in the cafeteria would have done the same thing.
His podium is right next to Miki's. He can't not notice that]
What the HELL kinda sideshow act is this, Shark-chan?!
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[Penny is, yet again, in a very not good place. The difference between her seclusion after Chloe's death and now? Now she's mad. Her grip on her podium is tight, like she's trying to dent the surface.]
[The ridiculously tacky dress that's replaced her normal outfit does precisely nothing to alleviate this.]
Who did this.
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...I found several things out of place in the storage room. First, there was some sort of purple splatter on the ground. Um, I cannot say for sure that I know what it is, but I'm certain it isn't paint from the art room. I brought some of it along in case anyone wanted to look at it.
[And here's a little plastic bag with some purple flakes of whatever it was.]
Also, one of the cameras on the ceiling was destroyed, which left broken glass on the floor and the top of the shelves. There were also a large number of cardboard boxes scattered on the ground. I believe... that is all.
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It's a shovel.]
I found this while looking over the cafeteria. It is a shovel having belonged to Miki-chan, I believe...the metal spade is smeared with that same purple splatter that Slaine-san is mentioning. What is more, the metal floor beneath the shovel was all scratched up.
Adding on the fact that this shovel is extremely heavy...whoever has done this must have considerable strength to heft this shovel, assuming it was not Miki-chan herself.
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(also, he has a vuvuzela with him.) ]
The door was scraped and dented on the outside at the library. One of the tables was also moved to block the door for whatever reason.
[ and the worst part: ]
The wall behind Miki was scraped up like the door was and covered in blood.
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[ yuri's staring osomatsu dead in the eyes, brow furrowed, fists clenched at his sides. he faces him head-on, absolutely fuming at the prospect that someone would accuse him of a murder he didn't commit-- ]
Let's see it then! Let's see your proof that I, for whatever fucking reason, killed Chitose. So what if I hated her? Does that make me a culprit?
Fuck no!
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Wound check!
[akira wiggles and pulls his arms into his jumpsuit... And then out the collar, squirming till he's stripped to the waist- like a girl taking off her bra without taking off her shirt or a cat through a tiny hole- it's like a magic trick.
He's got quite a few bruises but they are well on the way to being healed]
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If there were two sets of footprints, and one of them was Chitose's and the other one was bigger, then that couldn't have been Miki. She's littler than Chitose, so her footprints would probably be smaller, too, right? Or at least around the same size?
[PLEASE STOP ACCUSING HIS DAUGHTER OF MURDER...]
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This isn't what her father would have wanted. She needs to set it right.]
...I'm sorry.
[Lucina's voice is thick, full of shame, and she doesn't meet anyone's eye - not because she's afraid to, but because no one else would want to after this...right?]
I am the one who killed Chitose. And I am so...sorry.
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Akira sure loves doing checks today
She didn't kill Miki. Someone was sitting here, listening to that poor woman spill her guts, and hoping they wouldn't keep looking.
He won't allow that. While everyone is distracted he darts out to the podium where the knife is sitting.
It's understandable if one thought he was going to attack, but instead he jams the pad of his thumb on the tip,
welling up bright red ]
We're not done yet! Marisa said it was blood on the shovel-
[he holds up his bleeding hand for all to see]
We're all from different worlds, and it wasn't Petuu... Lets see who is and isn't red. Let's find our killer.
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NIISAN HERDING
OIIIIIII!!
[And that's by screaming at the top of his lungs to get everyone's attention, as he's used to with five younger brothers who always argue about something.]
Isn't this just a big waste of time? We found out one murderer already, but we still gotta find out the other if we don't wanna die too, right? That's how this works, ain't it?
[He looks around the room at the other podiums, sweeping everyone a glance.]
So what are we missing? Cause it's gotta be something. There has to be something that someone missed! Everyone went around and looked for clues, right? Let's bring 'em all out again.. but like, the ones that have to do with Miki-chan.
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Mods!
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strip search v.2.0 ig?!
Um... i-if you could, please strip all the way to your underwear, just so we can rule injuries out entirely. We can divide it by gender so that... no one sees anything... extra. We... we may also want to consider inspecting everyone's clothing, just in case.
[And then he'll start off (although he'll make sure no girls are watching so he doesn't flash them); like before, there's no recent injuries anywhere on his body and his jumpsuit doesn't have any weird stains or tears or anything.
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I can't... I just... need a moment...
[Tsurugi is still backing away, even as Lucina tries to reassure him. He's not in the right state to really appreciate the attempt, unfortunately.
As he steps back he almost stumbles.]
No, no, I... Why do I feel him now? [He's sweating more and more and his breathing is NOT calming down.] This isn't...
I didn't--
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VOTING TIME
Well done, Champions! If you're ready, you can use your podiums to vote for the person or persons responsible for Mediocrity and Support's deaths.
...oh, and you should make sure to vote correctly. You won't get another chance.
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As the votes come in, however, he can't bring himself to look at the Champions, either.]
Attention, Champions. Now that the votes've been tallied, stick close to your podiums.
[Rox fiddles with her phone, and a wall of glass slowly comes down to block off the Overseers' podium from the rest of the room.
C.E.C.E.'s voice rings out.]
Input Received. Culprit Identified. Commencing execution.
[Glass bubbles come up and cover every podium except for Lucina's and Tsurugi's, safely encapsulating the people within it. The glass floor beneath their feet, the one that shows the beautiful vacuum of space beneath them, begins to open up. Lucina and Tsurugi grip their podiums, but space will have its due. Lucina lets go first, and her scream is swallowed by the void as she's pulled out. Tsurugi lets go seconds later, pulled out into the void after her. They hang suspended in nothingness, as the glass begins to close over them again.
[EXPLICIT CONTENT BEGINS]
And then, for anyone who doesn't know the effect that decompression has on a physical body, it's time for a lesson. Their skin begins to turn burn-red and then bruise-black as they swell up underneath their skin from the bursting capillaries and blood vessels. Lucina chokes on a muted scream, blood spraying from her mouth, the life leaving her eyes as the air in her lungs expands exponentially and kills her, mercifully, quickly. Tsurugi suffers over a much longer period of time, until the radiation of space takes its toll on him and he shuts down, writhing and choking in the unforgiving void of space.
[EXPLICIT CONTENT END]
Once the glass floor closes again, the bubbles around each podium open and release the other champions. After an awkward moment where Blaze looks at Rox on her phone until it becomes clear that she's not going to speak, he finds his voice.]
Head on back up the teleporter. First group up, remember to get off quick so the next group can follow.
[He turns and leaves. Rox, as soon as she finishes the text message she's writing, turns to follow without hardly taking her eyes off her phone.]
emeto cw up in here
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