airlockedmods: [Champion Excellence Control Environment] (C.E.C.E.)
airlockedmods ([personal profile] airlockedmods) wrote in [community profile] theairlock2017-01-14 02:27 pm
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The Mock Trial

[Jesse McCree is dead, the first victim of, what the Overseers seem to hope, is a long game of motives and murder for whatever their reasons. With the investigation completed, C.E.C.E.'s voice comes over the system and directs the Champions to proceed to the locked elevator door at the end of the hallway. Once all Champions are on board, the elevator begins a slow descent down beyond any area that they've been able to explore so far. At least the elevator music is charming.

When the elevator door opens, the Champions enter a courtroom with 21 podiums arranged in a circle and each one marked with a name. McCree's face grins casually at the 20 surviving members from one of the podiums, a greyscale portrait in honor of the dead.]


Congratulations. We have now entered the trial portion of the test. I trust that you will do your best to determine who disturbed the peace by committing murder. Once the culprit has been found, they will face an appropriate punishment for their crime. If you fail to determine the culprit, however, they will be allowed to leave the space station and the rest of you will face punishment instead.
semperperatus: (ALL OF MY FRIENDS ARE DEEEEEEAD)

[personal profile] semperperatus 2017-01-15 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh my god.

[This was like a goddamn horror movie. Worse. Far worse. Its a mockery. A horror show. He lets out an angry shout as the man suddenly pops back up, dragging himself out of the laptop. He knows where this is going.

The moment he goes for her stomach, his shaking fist slams onto his podium. The Overseers must be watching this somewhere. They have to be able to hear him.]


YOU BASTARDS! STOP IT!! She's already--

[Just a kid. They voted for this. They voted for this travesty.

He shuts his eyes after this, his teeth clenched. All he hears are the screams, the squicking sounds, the gurgling. And once the feed ends, he practically rips his PIP out of his podium and begins to storm out of the room.

Just try and stop him, Overseers.]