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cartesianism2018-10-13 09:56 am
cartesio) wrote in cartesianism2018-10-13 09:56 am
Week 2 - Trial
Week 2: Trial
The day still is April 13th. It's now the afternoon
Just like he said he would, the Sergeant went to everyone and told them to go to the courthouse. It wasn't difficult to find -- three of the tourists already knew where it was. What nobody, not even these three thought, was that the courtroom would be so much populated this time.
All of the visitors went into the only trial room in the courthouse. In the center there were several podiums, formed into a circle. Each podium had a small notepad and a pen, and a slot on the top part of its surface, presumably to insert your vote in it. Each podium has a small placard showing who it belongs to -- except for Moloch von Zinzer's podium. That one is draped with black velvet.
The tribunes at the sides of the courtroom are higher than where your podiums are. During the trial Sakura, Wayne and Millium attended those tribunes had been empty, but this time they're not. Quite a lot of the townspeople are sitting there, talking with each other and observing all of the tourists with different expressions. Confusion, disdain, shock, all kinds of emotions, all united by the feeling of morbid curiosity. What did the tourists do? What will happen? That's what they're wondering.
And above all of them, on the judge's seat...the Sergeant. None of the townspeople's paying attention to him, he's sitting on his chair and twirling the gavel in his hand. He still is very pleased a murder happened, and once it's time to start, he says:
And indeed, five small photos appear on your podium.
The trial room went completely silent, all the visitors can feel the attentive stares of the townspeople gathered to watch. It's up to you now to find the culprit.
Let the trial begin.
Just like he said he would, the Sergeant went to everyone and told them to go to the courthouse. It wasn't difficult to find -- three of the tourists already knew where it was. What nobody, not even these three thought, was that the courtroom would be so much populated this time.
All of the visitors went into the only trial room in the courthouse. In the center there were several podiums, formed into a circle. Each podium had a small notepad and a pen, and a slot on the top part of its surface, presumably to insert your vote in it. Each podium has a small placard showing who it belongs to -- except for Moloch von Zinzer's podium. That one is draped with black velvet.
The tribunes at the sides of the courtroom are higher than where your podiums are. During the trial Sakura, Wayne and Millium attended those tribunes had been empty, but this time they're not. Quite a lot of the townspeople are sitting there, talking with each other and observing all of the tourists with different expressions. Confusion, disdain, shock, all kinds of emotions, all united by the feeling of morbid curiosity. What did the tourists do? What will happen? That's what they're wondering.
And above all of them, on the judge's seat...the Sergeant. None of the townspeople's paying attention to him, he's sitting on his chair and twirling the gavel in his hand. He still is very pleased a murder happened, and once it's time to start, he says:
"We have gathered today for the trial to find the culprit for the death of Moloch von Zinzer. It's your task to discuss, find the truth of this murder and bring it to light. For the sake of not letting you bunch run in circles, I have decided to lend you a hand and give you the five most likely suspects -- the culprit being one of them"
"When it's time, you shall cast your vote. Write it on paper or put the photo inside the slot, I don't really care about how you do it. What matters is that you actually do it. With no further ado, I wish you good luck!"
[Welcome to the trial! Please remember to cash your votes here!. Your deadline is 8:00 PM EST. Good luck!]
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[If you haven’t seen Dazai get serious before this might be a pleasant surprise for you.]
I examined our victim, the late Mister Moloch. His clothes were smeared with a dark liquid, primarily around his right arm. By it’s scent I believe the liquid in question was motor oil.
As for wounds, he had only one. A deep stab wound in his abdomen, consistent with a knife wound.
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This is... different?
[ There's definitely quite a bit of differences this time. ]
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What the hell kind of suspect list is this?
[ He has some issues ]
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[a beat.]
Well, while I don’t think any of us would find your actions any less...deplorable, I and I’m sure a few of the others would still maintain some respect for your ability to take responsibility.
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Nice, got an audience. [ That's all he has to say really, and he doesn't seem bothered at all. ]
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Um, well, may I say something? Y-You see, if we're looking at a knife wound, we definitely found the weapon... As well as a bunch of similar ones. I'm not sure why the killer would need to throw away so many other knives, but there sure were a lot in those trash cans in the park.
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But okay. Okay. Fine. There is a way to handle it, and it's by being her usual best self.]
Hey, Sarge! Are you gonna give us space to get everyone naked or am I gonna have to try to build a privacy wall outta these podiums?
[There's not even a good reason to suggest this yet, but YOU KEPT HER HERE, SERGEANT. YOU KNEW THIS WAS COMING.]
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I dunno if this is important, but I stopped by the storage room right after I got back to the motel and found it messier than the last time I'd been in there. The stuff on the cabinets had been pushed around, like someone had ransacked the place in a hurry. I don't know if anything was missing, but I did see a bunch of matchboxes.
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I don't know what this device is, but I found it a short distance from the burning car, near a gouge in the ground.
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SNIFF TEST
[Goodness knows Kino's familiar enough with the scent.]
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Re: SNIFF TEST
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clothes check?
So...instead of getting everyone naked...why don't we just check people's clothes? There's a lot of knife and rust in the junkyard, so maybe some of it got on the culprit's clothes.
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Re: clothes check?
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[He holds up the bags cheerfully! Some of that cheer is strained because ughhhhhhhh his gloves. why. they've got motor oil gunk all over them.]
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hand + arms check!
[ Sorry about this in advance, everyone... ]
I'm going to need to fucking see your hands and arms, so show me your hands, take off your gloves, and roll up your sleeves or whatever if you have them. The killer might've gotten fucking careless when they were messing around -- maybe they got injured somehow, who knows.
[ He's going to be checking for anything off with people's hands and arms. He's looking for anything strange, whether it be an injury, smudges, whatever. He's planning on being thorough about this too, and looking for anything underneath people's fingernails. ]
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Confessed to the Crime AMA
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