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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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Oh, and there was a half-empty glass of water with something in it. I guess someone could have ground up sleeping pills in that? It's sorta how we give medicine to the dog at home, so...
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If he only drank half of the water, that would also explain why the culprit needed to go to such effort. They may have intended for him to drink all of it before he noticed the effects.
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[Or something like that]
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[ Her shirt size is a medium, but only because of... you know. Bust. Otherwise, it's women's sizing. ]
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[ Listen does she look like she's that strong? ]
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...oh! We can rule out Ursula. She has a bad left arm. I can't imagine dragging him one-handed, or any way to hit him with the drawer without also holding him up.
Er, not that I can imagine Ursula killing anyone, ever, anyway.
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[ Small smile. ]
Unfortunately, this really only rules out me and you, doesn't it? Maybe also Miss Torri. I'm not sure she could have done it.
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I have a bad arm. I can't hold someone of his weight. Riding a broom is no problem, but...
[ She pauses. ]
I think some of you have already seen for yourselves.
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I don't wear t-shirts but that's far too easy a throwaway to actually mean anything.
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Yeah...we do? Uh, then what if that was what killed Wake, and the killer strung him into this electrocution mess to hide that?
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[ Oh shit. ]
That's actually an incredible thought. It would explain the need for all of that, wouldn't it? And perhaps the wire was set the way it was to make the body's finder look like the culprit.
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Still, wouldn't the scorch marks on his body be entirely different if he was hit by a bolt?
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