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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!))

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Maybe nobody'll yell if we explain it?

[Sure, he sounds like a kid, but... he feels like one, right now, like the kid he was, forced to grow up too fast and told he'd better teach himself and he can't think about that he can't - ]

[Jonathan, you're getting a hug from your wife right now. A really tight one and she's not letting go right away. She wasn't concerned at first, but he is starting to concern her with his behavior.]

I don't care what that idiot thinks. Our lives haven't been normal by even the definition of our worlds and that isn't our fault.

's not an idiot. Just... not my place to talk about it. You're right.

[And after that feeble attempt at bridging what's become a divide rather like No Man's Land in 1915 France, he's just going to slump down enough to lean his head on her shoulder. Standing up was a bad idea in the first place, standing up and going bats? Was worse. Far worse.]

Edited 2018-12-22 22:18 (UTC)

[Vita will gently rub on the back of his head.]

It's okay. You just wish he could see what it is about Yurick and I that brought you to care so much about us, but some here are too blinded by the fact that I'm a witch with powers they don't understand.