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[strangerpeople]

8 AM
(MOCK WEEK TRIAL)


[After some time has passed, guess who comes onto the intercom.]

All right, kids, wrap it up. We're gonna do our little "trial" now to figure out who killed the devil brat. Get your asses to the blinking dot on your map. You can go back and forth to the rest of the plane from there if you need to, but I expect to see everyone gathered there so you know where to vote and shit.

[What had been investigation point H blinks. Ah-ha. No wonder it was electrified. It's not anymore. When people arrive there, the door is unelectrified. Inside, it appears to be where all the jumpseats for the stewards are, seatbelts and all. There are, naturally, fifteen of them.

It's first come, first serve this time. Once everyone has gathered there, the Captain comes back on to the intercom.]

So! You wanna catch Satan girl's killer, right? But we don't got all fuckin' day to waste, so here's a narrowed-down list of options for you!! That's right - one of these fuckers is the one who dun it. See, I can be nice.

THE TECHNO

THE DAWN & DUSK

THE DESTROYER

THE FUTURE

THE URSA

You're going to be picking from one of them... Well, unless you just wanna vote for Jonathan's suspicious-lookin' mug. No one would blame you, ahaha!

Anyway, I expect you to figure it out for yourselves, but I'll be watching.

[In other words, you could probably get him to answer your yelling this time. Not that he's sorry towards anyone who tried to talk to him during the investigation portion. Because of course not.

It's now 8 am.

The trial for Satanichia McDowell Kurumizawa, The Shining. has begun. ]

((OOC: As ofr this, evidence can also be called up on the phones!))

Comments

[awitchdidit]

[Beatrice has fixed her hair and makeup, at least. How she did that without ever entering a bathroom or any other room with a mirror in it can surely be explained by magic. She sweeps in with a serious expression, but doesn't sit.]

I know we haven't had opening arguments yet, but I want to raise two objections before we reach that point.

[She addresses the intercom directly once again, voice steely.]

First: what's the point of this farce of a trial? What do we get for "catching" the killer other than more dead hostages?

Second: How dare you not put me on the suspects' list? I didn't bother playing, of course, but you know damn well I'm capable of it.

[15unknowns]

Sorry, sweetheart, I'd have loved to put you on there!

[He doesn't sound that apologetic though. This relationship isn't going very well, is it.]

[poorpurplepunchingbag]

You...wanted to be a suspect for murder?

[Sorry Beatrice, but Kedamono is definitely giving you a very judging look right now.]

[illusionarymelody]

Someone would blame all of you if you vote for Jonathan, me. He didn't do it, don't even think about voting for him.

But anyway, I would like to go ahead and bring up a piece of evidence found in the room of one of the suspects.

[Vita pulls out the piece of toilet paper]

I admit, I am not sure if it was planted or left accidentally but that is for us to figure out.

[awitchdidit]

...toilet paper? I suppose that could be something, but how do you suppose it relates to the murder? Cleaning up the scene?

[stavros]

...TP? Why would somebody take that and leave it around?

[beguiledcard]

[ He looks a little... genuinely pissed off over that list, but he's taking a deep breath. After holding a blink, he shakes his head. ]

Ask me whatever you want.

[illusionarymelody]

[Vita is also a bit disturbed by Ren's inclusion on that list after what she saw of the body. She really hopes history isn't repeating itself here.]

Can you tell us what you were doing last night?

[backuphero]

How come you're so sure it's not Sean?

[He's addressing the air, looking about as dead inside as he feels... so, very. If this is how it was for everyone else, he's almost glad he was too occupied trying to not end up dead and figure out why he kept getting called out, before....]

[15unknowns]

[A pause.]

Well well, that's an easy answer - because Mr. Jones is clearly too much of a coward to show his goddamn face to me.

[mementodagger]

[Jonathan's not on the list, though that remark from the pilot has him bristling. But seeing Atsushi and Ren there is like the Base all over again. People he likes, people he trusts.

He's trying very hard to keep his expression neutral, to remember when he played a more sinister role and had to hide it.]

Atsushi, I know you're not capable of this, but let's rule you out. What were you doing last night?

[whitemoontiger]

[ At first he tensed up at being addressed before he nodded. It'd be best to kind of be as concise as he could. So he figured he'd pick a point and start with it. ]

Well... after I last saw you, I ran into Zelos-san briefly and we looked around for our missing items. His ah... gem [ he forgot exactly what it's name was. ] and my phone. After that, I went and visited Tono-kun a little after one am and we talked for a little while.

[ That was pretty much the bulk of it but might as well finish it off. ]

Then I ended up going back to my room and went to sleep for the rest of the night. I was exhausted. Once I went to sleep, I woke up a couple times in the middle of the night but otherwise I stayed there the whole time up until seven this morning.

EYE CHECK?

[mermaidkin]

Hey. There was no other weapon found at the crime scene, so Satanichia had only one way of defending herself. Blinding light. Maybe the killer has constricted pupils?

[awitchdidit]

Oh yes, that was her power, wasn't it? Would anyone's eyes still be affected this long after the fact, though? The blood at the scene was dry, so Satania died at least several hours ago.

[champion_link]

... What's a trial, and how do we figure out who did this?

[He only faintly remembers court ceremonies, after all.]

[mementodagger]

We discuss the evidence, come up with theories of the crime, and then vote on who we think did it.

And then we pray we're correct.

CSI Report

[awitchdidit]

Well, now that we've got the basics out of the way, allow me to report on the condition of Satania's body as I found it. Akira, Yurick, and Jonathan were with me at the same time, so I can guarantee none of us meddled with the scene, at least not while we were all there.

First of all, Satania's body showed three injuries: a nasty, bloody bump on her head, swelling around her mouth, and a cut on her neck that appears to have been the actual cause of death. Someone had mashed melon bread into the side of her face for some reason, and there was a dent in the carpet next to her, as if something heavy had fallen. There was dry blood around her body, but I couldn't say for sure whether or not she had been moved after the fact.

[Beatrice calls for her demon assistant again, who comes in carrying a bundled-up piece of clothing.]

Finally, this bloody, extra large Flight Attendant jacket was nearby, deliberately placed under a lei to attract snakes. My poor servant nobly sacrificed himself to venomous fangs to let us retrieve it.

[Vinea just sort of glares at her levelly.]

...he got better.

[mementodagger]

We should probably have each of the suspects try on that jacket.

[poorpurplepunchingbag]

[Kedamono is really nervous, but he knows he has to do something right now to help find that girl’s killer. So, he raises a metal briefcase high enough for everyone to see.]

I found this in the Premiere class bathroom. It has a couple of dents in it, but other than that, there wasn’t really much to it. The sink was also weirdly clean, like someone might’ve used it recently.

And...that’s pretty much everything I found.

[He hopes he’s doing this right.]

[backuphero]

She was hit over the head. That'd explain the dent in the carpet, if whoever did it dropped the thing afterwards... the two dents match her horns pretty well, don't they?

[stingyshima]

Everything's a game to you, isn't it...

[Kei's voice is heavy with a mixture of emotions... Frustration, anger, exhaustion... Numbness. He has dark bags around his eyes and said eyes look kind of... empty, honestly.

Well, either way? He's here to be questioned.]

[mementodagger]

Can you tell us where you were during the night?

And I'd like to see the razor you found as well.

[pimpplan]

Seriously?

[ His eyelid twitches a little bit. ]

Well, I am an open book, so if you wanna test my innocence I am more than willing to help.

[backuphero]

Who've they got that you care about?

[Someone's got to start asking the suspects this. Might as well go with Mister Alternate Hollywood Star here first, right?]

[whitemoontiger]

[ After having recounted the things he'd done last night, it's not enough to edge off that unease he's feeling. He sits as tall and confident as he can, eyes bright. ]

I just... want to put it out there that i'm not a killer. Dazai-san or the Agency members who are being kept as hostages right now... they would never want me to become a murderer just for their sake. I would never be able to face them again if I did.

[ He nods at that, expression determined and impossibly honest before it falls slightly. ]

I honestly don't know how that razor got there under my bed. I've never so much as touched a razor and have no need to.

[awitchdidit]

[Just...looks at his chin for a second.]

Ahaha, I know several women who would be jealous.

Were you in your room between two and seven last night, or did you go somewhere else?

[backuphero]

So! Asked Mister Wilder about it, turns out there's at least three of us if you count Link with me'n'him... let's get a show of hands, who else here has dead people on that list?

[As oddly dead-eyed as Jonathan looks despite raising his voice and looking around, he also keeps blinking as though he's trying to keep his eyes clear. Frantic efforts to preserve his own dignity? This guy? Naaaaah, what makes you think that's something he'd do?]

Not like I expect the truth, but it'd put us on an even footing if everyone did.

[awitchdidit]

...define "dead".

SUSPECT FASHION SHOW

[awitchdidit]

Right! Can we get the suspects to line up and try on this jacket, please!

[Beatrice holds up the bloodied steward uniform jacket that was found at the scene. At the same time, she looks it over for the exact placement of blood and any rips, tears, or other marks.]

Just to see if we can eliminate anyone for being too large, mainly.

[handsoffmysprite]

I'm not sure I even can wear that.

[But she'll...attempt to put it on over her back ribbons and elbow spikes?]

Breakfast Break

[champion_link]

[It's 8 AM. People are tired, snappish, and hungry. Link can fix... maybe two of those things.]

[He slips off for a few minutes, heading over to get some food together. When he comes back it's with some surprisingly neatly put together ham and cheese sandwiches on a big plate.]

... I know a lot of people aren't... hungry... but you should eat a little. You're going to get sick if you don't... and you think better with some food in you.

[stavros]

...you brought food?

NAUSEA CW THE TOP!!!

[mermaidkin]

Hey!

[Hiyori raises his hand. Did you miss him talking when he was thinking things over and gathering up his bravado for a while. No? Too bad.]

Jonathan and Kedamono-san discovered that Satanichia wasn't poisoned by the melon bread! Not to mention there weren't signs of vomit on her mouth - wouldn't that be harder to completely remove than crumbs? She was a rowdy girl, but not downright untidy. Why would she go to the bathroom, vomit, come back outside, and still have crumbs on her face at the exact moment she got knocked down? Furthermore, the bathroom contains no signs of struggling; it was being neatly cleaned for several minutes at some point. We can assume the killer did go into that room, bringing in the briefcase that has been used as a bludgeon.

The only person who entered that bathroom and vomited... is the person who absolutely should be completely disgusted with themselves for attacking Satanichia at the exact moment she was eating melon bread without a care in the world!

So... so, someone get out the breathalyzer!

[THAT'S HOW THIS WORKS, RIGHT? PLEASE DON'T MAKE HIM STICK HIS NOSE RIGHT INTO SOMEONE'S MOUTH. HE DIDN'T PLAN FOR THIS PART]

[awitchdidit]

...I don't think we have one. Also, those are mainly used for sobriety tests.

We do still have a wolf, though. If we could figure out who was being sick, that might give us another lead.

SHOE CHECK

[mementodagger]

[Yurick's thinking. What would he have done to throw off the trail? And what mistakes did he make?]

It's been suggested the paper might have been tracked into the room by our culprit. I'd like to see the bottom of our suspects' shoes, just to see if there's any traces of it left.

[pimpplan]

[ His shoes are clean. ]

[beguiledcard]

Everyone!

[ He lowers his hands from being cupped around his mouth. ]

... Don't vote for Kei.

[ Ren's voice will be loud enough to be heard by everyone, but it's... surprisingly steady? ]

Not only did he not work alone... Another murder was committed, right? One he didn't do, at all.

[stingyshima]

... [He stares in utter disbelief, wide-eyed at the other boy.] R-Ren?

VOTING....j/k press x to riot

[15unknowns]

Hello, is this thing on, can you hear me to-

[Between Link, Hex, and Vita, it takes about 5 seconds before the Pilot's voice clearly comes from the collapsing wall. First sounding annoyed, then jumping up at the sound coming from the group basically tearing the wall down.]

FUCKING-seriously!? What the fuck!?

[There is the humming sound of electricity coming from within what can only be the cockpit.

Well. You definitely surprised him.]

[champion_link]

[Oh, he knows that sound.]

[And he knows that it's gonna suck.]

[But he's still slashing at the door.]

[And as soon as he sees the pilot, he's growing four extra arms and pulling them off one by one to throw at the captain.]

EXECUTION: We're Going Down In Flames, Hey (cw: snakes, body horror)

[15unknowns]

[Yeah, he...the Pilot shakes his head, his words slurred and filled with blood.]

...you've saved....no one...

[His eyes glow, and he turns to the cockpit console.]

Stupid shits-!

[Lightning suddenly shoots out of his eyes, and part of the console explodes, sending smoke and sparks everywhere.

Instantly, alarms start to angrily buzz throughout the plane.]

WARNING. WARNING. AUTOPILOT DISABLED. FIRE DETECTED. PLEASE ACTIVATE EMERGENCY LANDING PROCEEDINGS AS SOON AS POSSIBLE-

We're...over...ocean.

Game over. I won.

[And then he starts to laugh. And laugh. And laugh.

Until he starts to cough. Cough blood.

And a snake.

He stares at it, before his arm starts to shudder, a snake-like roil rising under his skin.

And then there is fear.]

No...

[He starts to cough again, and another snake comes out, and he starts to convulse violently.]

NonoNO!! NO!!! I WON!! THEY ARE GOINGGGHK TO DIE!! WHY--I WOAUUUUUUGHGHHHHK-

[Multiple snake-like patterns start to form in the Pilot's body, and he no longer talks. No - he screams, and then explodes.

Not into gore or blood or anything like that, but into ripped up clothing, a phone, and a shower of several dozen snakes, all of them black, all of them the same size. All of them look...strange, but there's no way to tell how.

That is because they disappear with a simultaneous hiss, darting out of the cockpit. They are too fast to be caught, and in any case, there's more pressing concerns to be had.

Like the fact that the Pilot is dead. And with him with the autopilot. Someone needs to pilot now.

And...well.

There's also something going on outside, because now, the colors that had been outside in the clouds before are going utterly apeshit now.]

[awitchdidit]

Ahaha...haha?

[Welp.]

Well, I suppose he lost! I can't say we've won unless someone here can fly a plane, though. I've never had a need...