AND LOSE THEIR SǪ͞UL̨̡͢


[The time goes down to zero. Vyce's fists clenched.]

. . .You fools.

[He raises a hand, and suddenly, Lala lets out a gasp as she begins to grab at her throat. Green lines begin to glow from within her body as she starts to writhe, before falling to the ground into convulsions.]

For all of your claims and bravado, you still voted to condemn her! You claim to care, you claim she is innocent, you claim to want to take her place, but in the end it never mattered!

THIS is why I cannot trust anyone with my mission! THIS is why YOU would fail in MY shoes! THIS IS WHY I ALONE MUST--

( BOOM. )

HAPPINESS IS A WARM GUN

[...or knife? Whatever.

Soon after the final piece of evidence is found, there is a rumble beneath the house. The rumble emanates, coming closer to the living room, until finally--

There is the sound of brick shifting.

The back of the fireplace slides open as the lights flicker green.]

It is time.

Enter. And I suggest you bring whatever clothing you have with you.

[Huh?




Anyways. It's clear the fireplace has been deliberately altered to have a secret staircase leading downwards. It's not too far, and ultimately, it leads to...well, there's no way to sugar coat it, but it turns out the house has a basement. Old, a bit dusty, and with a washer and dryer. There's also bits and pieces of black and green nanotech covering it with dimly-glowing lights. Vyce just can't help himself, it seems.

What's better is that you don't get food, and you don't get chairs or podiums. Nope. You get to sit on concrete and metal floors. It's clear Vyce doesn't seem to think those things are particularly important. It might be a good idea to run back up and grab what you want or need before everyone is settled.


Once all 14 remaining strangers are in the basement, a hologram appears.

Because of course Vyce isn't going to come here directly. He's no fool.]

Computer. Begin recording and remote transmitting to my ship.

Activate the list.

[beep boop]

THE BRITTLE	THE CHANCE	THE HUNGRY	THE IMMUNE
				THE NOODLES

Champion. As you can see, one of these individuals has murdered another. Now, as in the game you were in, justice must be served for this crime, and you will watch as your failures to protect even one person from your actions continue to compound.

[A slow point to the strangers.]

As for all of you, you must decide who is responsible. A majority shall suffice for your chosen culprit to be punished. As for what happens if you should choose wrong and an innocent is punished, then I suggest that, should there be a next time for you to end up in such a situation as this, that you be more careful with how you discern your evidence.

Now. I suggest you get on with it.

The clock is ticking.

[A clock appears above the suspects' holograms. Well.

What are you all waiting for?]

((OoC: Remember, voting ends at 9pm EST!))

8 AM
(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.

THE TECHNO

THE DAWN & DUSK

THE DESTROYER

THE FUTURE

THE URSA

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.

The trial for Satanichia McDowell Kurumizawa, The Shining. has begun. ]

((OOC: As ofr this, evidence can also be called up on the phones!))