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15strangers2017-12-02 11:56 am
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2017-12-02 11:56 am
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THE FIRST TRIAL
[Almost as soon as the investigation is over, a loud DING echoes through the mall.
The elevator doors in the food court, before completely inaccessible, have now opened for the Titled. It will not close until every last Titled has gotten in. Nor will everyone have to wait long for potential stragglers; a thought comes to everyone's mind, a realization that they need to get into the elevator. They need to go.
They need to find out who did this.
The elevator is a small freight elevator inside, and its just big enough to fit everyone in it. After a short ride, the elevator opens...
And they are on the roof. Despite it clearly not being that late in the day, the roof seems to be surrounded by an air of cool, perpetual sunset. Beyond that, good luck making out what's beyond the roof - there seems to be a city, but it's utterly unidentifiable. Not that anyone can jump off the roof to try and get closer - there is a translucent barrier surrounding the roof that is utterly impenetrable.
The main attraction of the roof, however, is not the fuzzy landscape beyond. It's the large, stepped circular platform which is a mere ten paces from the elevator. On this platform are 15 podiums, surrounding a large, empty, circular floor. Instantly every phone pings, giving everyone their platform assignment based on their bedroom number. And - upon arriving at their designated podium - they will find a dock for their phone to slide into. As soon as they do so the XAMINE app will pop up, revealing everyone's findings regarding the murder.
Not Wake, though. His podium is lower, and bare save for a white cloth.
Still, everyone - including Ren, who will find that whoever arranged this whole deal has given him a chair to sit in - will need their strength. Which is why each Stranger also has a bento box lunch, carefully prepared, waiting for them at their podium. Each meal is tailored to every Stranger's specific tastes and allergies, as best as a bent box meal can be. It even comes with a cup of their favorite drink.
So, take a few bites, take a few breaths, and get ready, Titled.
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Mmmk! I can, like, answer questions you might have about this? Most of them, at least. And take your time! This is totally not timed or anything.
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Did you have anything to do with this? Or whoever you're working for? Couldn't the people who brought us here have just murdered Wake and tried to make it look like one of us did it?
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[Nobody here seemed like the type that'd kill someone for millions of bucks]
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No? That's, like, totally not cool? Or, like, really allowed. They can't kill you guys without reason.
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[She takes a deep breath. Focus, Joey.]
I'm guessing, on the flip side, that they can't be persuaded to share surveillance camera footage with us?
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[A sheepish shrug.]
No, they can't, sorry!
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[Do you need something for that Sarcastic Quotitis, Impossible?? Is it contagious????]
But you'll, like, totally know. No trial or anything.
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[May as well get that one out of the way even if he has his suspicions.]
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Um, well, it's...like, execution. You know?
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Does it have to be unanimous or a simple majority rule?
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[S-sorry, Unknown...]
As long as the majority of those who vote, vote correctly, you're totally good!
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[ She really can't eat when she's nervous, so she's just sipping her drink. ]
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