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week 8 - trial; day 1
![]() ♫ saturday At 9AM, every television will go off, loud enough to wake anyone sleeping. The calm, apathetic voice will advise everyone to gather in the chapel for the trial. Static will continue to blare in the head of anyone dillydallying. Once all of the guests have gathered in the chapel, the doors will lock. Most of the pews have been moved aside to allow for more space, and a few tables have been set up on the altar. On the first, there is an additional copy of the rulebook, and the information cards of the victim and suspects laid out, with space for the suspects to provide their whereabouts, as well as an autopsy report. There is also a large wheeled chalkboard upon which you may write theories. On the second table is a pitcher of water and some glasses, as well as very simple sandwiches and pastries. The door behind the altar has finally been unlocked. It's a rather plain room with an area set off by a folding screen. Inside, you will find a table on which the victim's body has been laid out. Next to the table, two black and white photographs have been hung on the screen. they are close ups of the victim's body, as it was found when the body discovery announcement chimed. A few sticks of incense burn in the corner to avoid any smells. At 6PM, the trial will adjourn. Everyone will be escorted back to the hotel by Miata, after which everyone is allowed to head to either the kitchen to get dinner, or to their rooms. Attempting to wander off into the other areas of the hotel will trigger the static alarms in everyone's heads/televisions. >Discuss? setting rulebook |
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[That's all he's got to say to that. Just going to fold that back up and put it back where it was. And waver over the script because that seems like so much work not to get included as evidence, but no... okay... he'll leave it Be.]
Nothing relevant to the case, I don't think. What about you, did you find anything?
[Asks as he wanders into the bathroom, checking the vents, the toilet, the sink, the towels, etc.]
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[So yeah, no, he hasn't found anything relevant either.]
[But while Hinata is checking the bathroom, Faize will move on to the dresser because that's really all that's left at this point, isn't there? Unless they want to check out the trash tornado which...honestly, Faize might do before they leave unless Hinata beats him to it.]
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this is because skeletons don't need to poop.
there is nothing else to note in the bathroom, except that sans has used one of the towels to cover the vent. looking under that, hinata will see that the vent has otherwise not been removed or even touched. the bathroom is frankly boring.
inside the dresser is... more notes. but hey, these notes might look familiar to faize, because they contain a whole lot of math! the writing on the side of these is all in weird code, so there is no explanation for the math. it's just a whole lot of formulas with no explanation as to what anything stands for.]
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It's a... you put it on someone's chair, and if they sit on it, it makes a fart noise. It's a prank.
[Though as soon as he explains it, he realizes shit, he should have made something up and then definitely put the whoopie cushion under Faize's chair at some point. Missed opportunity.]
Nothing in here but some damp towels. He covered up his vent with another towel, but nothing else interesting in here.
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I...see.
[Well that sounds kinda pointless still, but okay. Earthlings continue to be weird: news at eleven.]
[BUT HECK YES MATH. FORMULAS. Things Faize is all about, and he's totally going to sit here looking over these intently, even if he can't read wingdings. Which he's totally assuming is just some bizarre monster language, honestly. Sorry, Hinata, did you say something? He's too busy being a nerd over here. What room search?]
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it is just so much math, faize. all the math.
unless you guys feel like looking deeper into the plate of spaghetti in the trash tornado, you guys are Done! the papers on the ground are just more jokes or scratched out maths. Everything important is in that dresser.]
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[He really is too much of a good bro... appreciate him, Faize.
Hinata emerges from the bathroom fully expecting for them to head back to the chapel, but...]
What did you find?
[...In case Faize doesn't hear him, he'll come up closer behind him and repeat the question. Bro. Bro wake up. Get out of nerdland and focus.]
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Hm? [He definitely didn't hear Hinata the first time because Faize gets like that when he's really focused on something. Sorry... The repetition gets through though.] Oh. Nothing relevant. Just some formulas.
[Which he's going to put back where he found them because he's not rude.]
I believe that's everything though, is it not? Unless... [Just...eyeing. The trash tornado.] do you think we should take a closer look at that?
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you got somethin' to say to me, punks?!]
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[Of course you'd get excited about math.
Hinata just kind of shakes his head and follows Faize's gaze to the tornado. "Tornado." What the actual fuck, he's been trying to crabwalk around that thing the entire time.]
I... do you think it's safe to go near? What's even keeping it up?
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That...I cannot answer. Though admittedly, I am curious. [Of course he is.] And we should be as thorough as possible...
[So he's gonna approach and examine the tornado. TELL HIM YOUR SECRETS. HOW DO YOU WORK, and also is there anything hiding in there other than paper, socks, and spaghetti...]
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there is literally nothing of interest in the trash tornado. outside the fact that it's a trash tornado in the first place. it goes on and on. like magic. or maybe it's like one of those tornado in a bottle experiments, except the bottle is just "sans's living space is disgusting, oh my god". do you really wanna find out??]
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[Casually volunteering his nerd elf buddy for the trash tornado. He's fully expecting something comical like the entire tornado collapsing on Faize.]
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[But yes, he does actually want to get closer because Faize is a curious bean and also he apparently hates himself. Never forget evisceration quest 2k16.]
[He just stares at the tornado for a bit, boggling over how such a phenomenon is even possible, before making a quick grab at one of the papers. Is it even possible to take anything out of it, APPARENTLY HE'S GOTTA KNOW.]
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it is entirely possible to grab the papers in the tornado! it also causes the entire thing to collapse sadly on itself, covering everything in a 2x2 feet square of socks and sad papers. and spaghetti. either whatever faize grabbed was being used to conduct the whole thing or the tornado had an extremely delicate balance and taking anything out would've done this. you'll never know because the tornado is dead. rip.
sorry about that plate of spaghetti that flew at you, faize.]
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[That seems like the only appropriate response to a self-sustaining trash tornado collapsing on itself. Fortunately Hinata is outside that 2x2 square. How did Faize fair?]
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Gah!
[It's hard to tell if it was because the plate of spaghetti hit him right in the face, or if it was because Faize is just easily-startled, but either way, the Eldarian staggers backwards a few steps and falls flat on his ass as he tornado collapses. This is what is curiosity and self-hatred gets him, apparently: covered in socks and spaghetti. On the bright side, at least he kept hold of that piece of paper! And once he gets over the shock of having a tratsh tornado collapse on him, he'll probably take a look at it. Though he's willing to bet there is absolutely nothing important on it whatsoever.]
[Are you happy now, Hinata? Are you satisfied?]
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there's a reason it was in the trash, faize. there is a reason.]
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F-Faize, are you okay?! [He chokes out, still laughing. What a good bro he is.]
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I am fine. [Hey, let's see what's on this paper that was just so imp-- it's garbage. Actual fucking garbage. Faize tosses it aside, looking even more Completely Done than he was a few seconds ago. He plucks a sock off his shoulder and brushes another one free from where it got caught on his ear. Hinata, are you going to help him here or just stand there laughing for another ten minutes, I mean it's whatever, dude.]
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I guess we've learned that no matter which skeleton's room it is, it's going to be a disaster.
[He's still laughing, though.]
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Yes, I suppose we have...
[Even if this proves nothing with regards to the trial...]