week 8 - trial; day 1

[vicedirector]

seven vices case 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? victim   suspects      cast setting rulebook

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[thebonezone]

[the only thing of note on the door is the DO NOT DISTURB sign, which shows signs like it's actually been there for... idk, give or take exactly eight weeks.

the door also looks like it's been kicked in a few times and then painstakingly put back on. thanks, undyne.]

[hopefragment]

[Undyne...

Nothing for it but to head in, then! Just going to use Sans' key on the lock and push it open. What are they greeted with upon entering?]

That dog wandered off somewhere else, right...?

[symbologic]

[Nothing weird about the Do Not Disturb sign! Doesn't everyone use that because it's easier than dealing with all the respawning dust? Faize sure does.]

Thankfully, yes... [Dogs.] Last I saw, it was following after Ranulf.

[Is...is the dog going to do a room search. Have we really reached that point.]

[thebonezone]

[the first thing they are greeted with upon entering is a trombone, lying directly in the entrance to the room on its side, sure to trip anyone trying to enter the room. thanks, sans.

once you're done tripping over yourselves to get in, the sight that greets faize and hinata is ... not... pretty.

there are socks and papers thrown haphazardly everywhere. some papers are creased beyond belief, while others are nice and smooth. there's a few bottles of empty condiments. all the sheets and blankets have been ripped off the mattress and form a weird, creasy ball on top of it. the pillows are everywhere. in an unoccupied corner, there is a literal self-sustaining trash tornado. it is mostly made of papers and socks, with one plate of spaghetti in it. like so.

... the good news is, it doesn't smell bad at all! even the spaghetti plate is relatively fresh. it turns out skeletons just don't have body odor. SMALL FAVORS.]

[hopefragment]

[What a good protag Hinata is, going into the room first. Just in case there's one of those Scary Dogs that Faize is Scared Of in the room still. Of course that means he's the one to trip over the trombone with a startled yelp, though he catches himself after a few steps instead of falling on his face. So that's... something.]

What the hell...?!

[He doesn't even know where to start. How... about the closet...? Yeah, he'll wander that way while still kind of staring at the trash tornado.]

How is that...?

[Ugh, no, focus, Hinata. The closet and the safe! Anything in the clothes or pockets? Anything of Incredible Importance he can find by running his fingers over the lining of the clothes or checking inside the safe?]

[symbologic]

[HE IS NOT SCARED OF DOGS! He just doesn't like them!! And there is nothing wrong with that!!!]

[Since Hinata does him the favor of tripping over the trombone, Faize avoids making the same mistake. He bends down, picks the trombone up, leans it against the wall, and then turns to look at th-- oh dear lord.]

[How can you live like this, Sans?]

[There are no words for this, other than that unspoken question. While Hinata checks out the closet, Faize moves to the beds and hesitantly examines that weird, creasy ball of sheets. Is there something wrapped up inside it...]

[thebonezone]

[there's nothing of note in the closet. sans has obviously not gone to the clothing store, because this all seems very basic. going through the pockets only nets you a pocketful of glitter, hinata. congrats.

inside the safe, however, are two things. first, a huge pile of papers labelled "IMPORTANT". second, a folded sheet of paper with undyne's name written on it.

it is impossible to tell what is inside the bedsheets without attempting to unball them. godspeed, faize.]

[hopefragment]

[Great... Hinata just lets out a noise of annoyance and does his best to clap the glitter off his hands with limited success. Fucking incredible, now there's glitter on his hands, and on his jeans from when he tried to wipe it off. Just great. ...And now he's sad, because glitter = Clover = sad. :c

But ah, papers... Hinata crouches down, ignoring the one with Undyne's name on it for now to instead see what's so IMPORTANT.]

[symbologic]

[Alright, he's going for it. He's going to undo the weird mass of sheets because curse his thorough and curious nature. He's gotta know what's inside it.]

[thebonezone]

[the important papers are written in comic sans. it reads as such:]

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don’t care what humans think is impossible.

[this goes on. for pages.

yes.

sans rewrote the entirety of the bee movie script.

you're WELCOME.

meanwhile, congrats, faize!! you found a whoopee cushion!!!! it farts sadly when you free it. yaaaay.]

[hopefragment]

...?

[What... the heck....?? He reads the first few pages with an expression of purest disbelief, then just starts flipping through, looking for anything that might be relevant to the case.]

I... didn't realize a bedtime story for Papyrus had to be so involved.

[That's... definitely what this is, right? Let's just put that back down and not look at it again. What the actual fuck, Sans. Hopefully the letter marked Undyne isn't a second script in much smaller font.]

[symbologic]

[Oh thank god, it's just...whatever this is. A sad...farting...balloon?? Faize doesn't get it, so he sets it on the bedside table for now and continues his search of the beds. Wow, this is going to take less time than usual since Sans already took the sheets off. Is there anything under the mattresses or the beds themselves?]

Hm? What did you find, Hajime?

[Once he's done with the beds, he'll examine the bedside table, as long as he's over here. Is there anything noteworthy on top of it or in the drawers?]

[thebonezone]

[inside the folded letter is a second, smaller folded piece of paper. undyne's letter reads "if i die, take care of my bro. also give this to alphys." look into the second letter, hinata??

the only thing noteworthy about the underneath of sans's beds is how many socks there are. like. why only socks? nothing else comes up, though.

on top of the bedside table is the notepad. it looks like it's recently been in use, though that shouldn't be surprising with all the paper everywhere. inside the drawers are just ... more socks, and also a series of folded notes. they have no names on them or anything.]

[hopefragment]

...

[He doesn't really want to do this, but this goes in the same vein of making Break strip down to his dingle dongle that one time. If he were a culprit, he'd absolutely hide evidence in the place where people might not look. So yeah, he'll open the letter to Alphys, too. Because he's kind of a jerk when it comes to looking at things that might be evidence?]

Some papers, mostly. I think he wrote a... really terrible story about bees. A letter to Undyne and someone named, uh... Al...fist?

[He's trying so hard.]

Alphys.

[symbologic]

[Alright, well let's unfold these papers then and see what's on them!! More terrible stories about bees??? Since that is something Sans is into, apparently?????]

Ah. Well, I'm hardly surprised. It seems as though nearly everyone writes letters to those they care about back home.

[Faizes Georg, who has written no letters, is an outlier adn should not be counted.]

[thebonezone]

[the letter reads:

mew mew kissy cutie sucks

...that's it. that's all he wrote.

meanwhile, the folded papers are just a series of knock knock jokes and puns, all written down. all of them. that's all that's written. a very long one contains something about someone being glad an orange is not a banana. at least 50% of them are bone puns.

isn't this humerus, guys.]

[hopefragment]

...Okay...

[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.]

[symbologic]

More socks than any one person should own, lists of some truly terrible jokes, and...whatever this is supposed to be. [He holds up the whoopie cushion for Hinata to see as he heads into the bathroom, looking utterly baffled. Please explain, Hinata. What is this contraption.]

[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.]

[thebonezone]

[the bathroom is actually in pretty good condition! sure, there might be a few damp towels on the ground ("thank god. he showers sometimes," thought everyone), but this is just far better than the rest of the room.

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.]

[hopefragment]

[At the sight of the whoopie cushion, Hinata just laughs, an exhausted laugh, but a laugh nonetheless.]

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.

[symbologic]

[Will there ever come a day where Hinata actually takes advantage of the opportunity to prank Faize due to his lack of Earth knowledge? Or is he just doomed to be a good bro and miss all the opportunities forever.]

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?]

[thebonezone]

[CAN YOU RECOGNIZE QUANTUM PHYSICS, FAIZE?

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.]

[hopefragment]

It's called a whoopie cushion.

[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.]

[symbologic]

[YES. HE CAN. All this math, this is great. He's so glad to see that the quantum physics thing on Sans's profile wasn't some kind of joke or over exaggeration. Just look at all this glorious math.]

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?

[thebonezone]

[the trash tornado eyes you back.

you got somethin' to say to me, punks?!]