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theairlock2017-03-04 11:47 am
airlockedmods) wrote in theairlock2017-03-04 11:47 am
third trial
[As the last of the evidence is gathered, the voice chimes in with a call to come down to the courtroom. It's easier this week, they only need to make two trips on the teleporter.
There are three new portraits added to the podium circle this week to mark those who've died since the last trial. Seth, Sadie, Margulis- their photos rendered in black and white and the green lights in their names having switched to an ominous red.
Jamie and Bolton are waiting on their floating platform, back in black and ready for a trial. Jamie looks exhausted as he has all week but his expression and body read more exasperated than despairing. Bolton, on the other hand, looks the picture of restrained excitement. He is ready to see how this goes down.]
Welcome, Champions, to the courtroom. Thirteen of you have entered, but - in the best case scenario - only twelve of you will leave. Compile your evidence and figure out who the killer is. If you vote correctly, the culprit will be executed and the rest of you will be allowed to go back upstairs. If you vote wrong, however, the killer goes free and the rest of you take the punishment in their place.
Remember, there is no time limit but I'd advise you to keep things interesting.
There are three new portraits added to the podium circle this week to mark those who've died since the last trial. Seth, Sadie, Margulis- their photos rendered in black and white and the green lights in their names having switched to an ominous red.
Jamie and Bolton are waiting on their floating platform, back in black and ready for a trial. Jamie looks exhausted as he has all week but his expression and body read more exasperated than despairing. Bolton, on the other hand, looks the picture of restrained excitement. He is ready to see how this goes down.]
Welcome, Champions, to the courtroom. Thirteen of you have entered, but - in the best case scenario - only twelve of you will leave. Compile your evidence and figure out who the killer is. If you vote correctly, the culprit will be executed and the rest of you will be allowed to go back upstairs. If you vote wrong, however, the killer goes free and the rest of you take the punishment in their place.
Remember, there is no time limit but I'd advise you to keep things interesting.
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Well, he's getting started early with the fireballs.]
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lol forget my last comment I haven't had enough coffee yet
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[Ricky takes cover behind her podium.]
[why this]
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[His index finger flicks across the screen of his PIP and taps a few buttons. Once he's done McBurn will feel the same as he did during the dodgeball match: his powers have been nerfed for the remainder of the trial.]
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Lets just get this out of the way... Was anyone painting in the art room last night?
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I bring forth evidence. You all can thank me for diving into the compactor to save this stuff.
[Here, look at this crushed kitchen knife -- bloodied -- and this burned space pajama of average size]
Those who are large and Shadow can be considered less likely to be the culprit, judging from the size of this clothing.
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[Legit, cuz that's gross. Asshole or not that is worth thanks.]
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What in the heck else was in that trash compactor?
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Impressive. Thankfully everyone else was too busy to do anything unfortunate while you were in there.
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In the gym...whatever happened, it was an absolute mess. I think during part of the fight, someone used a punching bag as a shield from a knife. It's all cut up, and there were blood splatters on the floor around it - and scorch marks on the ceiling!
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[Kurumi is wearing her windbreaker and throws it off. Her arm is bandaged but some people might have seen that bandage before.]
Everyone else? Time to show your arms.
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[Give him like, five minutes to undo the gauntlets he's been wearing since Lightning dragged him away from the murder scene.
Once that million years is done he rolls up his sleeves: all clear]
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Margulis-san's body was laid out respectfully, even if he was killed in self-defence, which makes me think that duel theory is correct. His arms were crossed over him, and he was covered in a sheet. Still, he was stabbed a lot, and the entire room was a mess, as we already covered.
There was also a smear like someone was kneeling in the blood. It was an average-sized person, so not someone like Shadow-kun, I don't think, but it's hard to tell. Should we check anyone for stains? Most people would know how to wash blood out of clothes, but it doesn't always completely get out.
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I would put forward a question. Is't possible the thread was put to a different purpose than stitching? To stay in the art room all the while, sewing themselves up, should be a great risk to the culprit. If they feared we might discover tracks [ of blood, gross ] to their own quarters, they might have gone to an empty room. And what of the needle? There must have been one. If they concealed it, would not they have hidden the thread too?
'Tis a small point, I know.
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mods?
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I'm sorry if this is useless but couldn't a shield have reflected the fire onto the ceiling?
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Seriously, you people need way more if you want to accuse me of murdering someone I actually found worth my respect.
[Let's do this]
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["This" is Margulis's letter to McBurn.]
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CW: suicide
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cw suicide
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VOTING TIME
Okay, we've had about enough of all that. It's time to place your votes. Use the podium in front of you to select the image of the Champion responsible for the murder of the Champion Flaming Swordsman.
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EXECUTION: IGNITION FAILED (cw: suicide)
[As Bolton speaks the wall goes up around his and Jamie's podium, while the bubbles close around everyone else. McBurn glares impotently at the Overseers. His weight shifts as the floor begins to disappear, and that pulls his attention away from Bolton's grim, grinning face. He goes pale at the promise of the endless void, gripping his podium tighter. Anchoring himself to the podium with one arm, he raises the knife in the other and slits his own throat, gurgling and spasming as blood sprays out like a veritable fountain, splattering the dome that covers Thomasin in rich, red arterial spray. His grip goes slack (or perhaps he's finally overpowered, now that the floor is almost completely open), and his body is dragged out into the cold vacuum of space.
Warning: Space Death
By the look in his eyes he's already dying, but while he may be resistant to the icy chill of space his resistances don't cover a total vacuum or intense radiation, and so his body balloons up, blood floating like a red halo from his mouth and the wound in his throat. His skin begins to blacken and blister and slough off, and this time there's no laser mercy kill. His body just floats there, as the wound in his throat and the searing radiation both slowly overwhelm his healing factor and leave him a bloated, blackened corpse floating in the void beneath the courtroom.
End Warning
The floor closes and the capsules release the survivors. Go on and head back up through the teleporter.]
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Let's... let's go.
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