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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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[ Croix's playful side has vanished in an instant. ]
Did you even notice it was gone before you got back to your room? Or were you too busy murdering a young man and then dragging him to set up a trap? Because why set up a trap and leave behind your little, gold chain to frame you?
[ You have insulted her girlfriend. It's personal. ]
Besides, I seem to recall your ability being moving objects with telekinesis, right? In fact, and I quote...
[ She brings it up to read. ]
"The power to throw any one object or person a short distance, at any time, with a burst of telekinesis."
Did you even lay a hand on him? Or did you throw him with your mind and he grabbed your golden rope just before you mentally threw him into an opened drawer?
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[ She doesn't miss a beat. Listen, she doesn't ride a broom, she rides a roomba. ]
Let's see. There were bloody napkins in the trash, right? With blood drops on top of the drawer? Hm... Sounds to me like the most likely possibility is either slamming him down into the drawer or slamming him up into it. Which would mean he was on the ground for the latter, wouldn't it? With your foot being the closest thing to grab.
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[ He pulls up the Xamine app and looks at the sleeves of Wake's outfit. ]
Unless the cufflinks are really old, it's not exactly easy to just pull them off. You could have been holding him down, if you weren't throwing him.
Oh, and by the way-
Wouldn't that also be how you got the radio in there? If you were carrying all that other crap.