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15strangers2018-12-22 11:40 am
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(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.
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.
((OOC: As ofr this, evidence can also be called up on the phones!))

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[The dispatcher sounds surprised, to say the least.]
I can try and connect you to to nearest airport...do you know your coordinates?
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[To Vita:] Do you know our... coordinates? They're trying to locate where we are.
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[The dispatcher sounds...well, unconvinced.]
You don't know what a plane is.
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Forgive my friend, he's a little out of it right now, but we are most definitely on a plane! A-as for the coordinates...
[Shit, there are so many gauges...]
W..where can I find the coordinates?
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[are you sure you're not rickrolling her or whatever the kids are calling it today]
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[ Just. Backing what Kei's saying with his own attempt! He's just going to blink softly at his friend's attempt...
... and help with looking around??? Hmmm... Oh! ]
Maybe these are it?
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Let me check.
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Probably has something to do with the giant gaping black hole that is visible out the windows of the cockpit, the wild colors and clouds swirling around it ominously.]
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Everyone may want to hang on to something. Probably should be glad Jonathan is unconscious so he's not dealing with this. The radar definitely isn't showing the coordinates and it looks to be because of what we're in the path of.
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I'm going to need someone else to help here. Whoever is the strongest and not injured get in the other seat.
[Once someone joins in, she'll point out which control to use and what direction to do.]
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He's moving without asking, without announcing his intentions, and getting right to it! He's already nodding in the direction of said controls, in fact. His expression is perfectly steady, everything about him reading c a l m . . . ]
Let's do this.
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They are still going towards the hole.
Keep trying!]
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Aim towards the left side! And pull as hard as you can! We need to get around that.
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Got it.
[ Not giving up! They got this!!! ]
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They now seem to be getting towards the black hole even faster. What are you two doing?!]
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Yurick, Kei, can you help Ren and I with these controls? I think we need some more strength.
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This is bad news. Those things -- there shouldn't be one planetside, it may tear the place apart!
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... what the bloody hell... is that...?
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