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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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[ His expression dims. ]
It could be... something else. [ He shakes his head. ] Maybe the lives of the people they love, back home?
[ He's glancing over at Goro, and his brow tenses a little when he sees the look on his face. ]
... You okay?
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Ah?!
[Just give his brain a moment to process the words he barely even registered...]
Yes, I'm...more or less alright. I just find it disturbing that one of us might be in such a position, acting against us for the sake of holding threats at bay...
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We can't know what their reasons are. There's no point in judging someone before we learn the truth about them.
[ It's the same concept as the thieves deciding whose heart to go and change. ]
We've learned it's possible there's someone acting under threats, but there's also the chance they volunteered or simply accepted the position offered.
[ Point being: they could also just be a really shitty person. ]
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Yes...for now, we can't even be certain they knew they were attempting to condemn the rest of us to death. They may have simply thought they were assisting one person in escaping, and that the rest of us would suffer some punishment that we could recover from in time...
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That's true, as well.
[ There's an uncomfortable pause. He can't figure out what it is, but there's something kind of... tugging at him here. Something's really bothering him about the way Goro's acting right now. ]
It's... something I believe should be judged on a case-by-case basis.