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( TRIAL - WEEK 1 )
 At exactly 11:30 am, all residents who are still asleep will be jolted awake by a sharp, burning pain that spreads across their whole body. A simple look will reveal no visible injuries, oddly enough, and the pain will fade away as soon as they're properly awake. Those early birds who are already up and about will feel nothing — except maybe a strange, mysterious sense of relief as they go on about their business. Lucky them. Moments later, an announcement will come through the static-filled PA system: And true to his words, anyone who doesn't make their way to the Dining Hall before noon will be dragged kicking and screaming regardless of where they've sequestered themselves. Sucks to be you, huh? Upon arriving there, however, residents will be given the menu, one copy of the rulebook, one pencil, one notepad, and a cheque folder. Lunch and dinner will be served at the appropriate times, and appetizers, desserts and beverages (of the non-alcoholic variety) will be available throughout the trial. All you have to do is ask one of the faceless men, and your food will be delivered to you in ten minutes or less depending on what it is. The Dining Room itself looks about the same as it does any other day — save for the fact that the lights have been dimmed. Why this, you ask? Because the projector is now in use. Transparencies containing each resident's profile will be displayed on the pull-down screen, with one of the staff members rotating through the images every minute. The profiles of the deceased are included, and if current discussion deems it necessary to focus on one particular resident, anyone is free to ask the faceless man to pause on the appropriate profile for a while. A small area has been sectioned off with a transparent, plastic curtain right next to the pull-down screen. Its use will become rapidly apparent once the victim's corpse has been wheeled in. Anyone who wishes to step into this area will be asked to wash their hands in the kitchen, and they will be given a pair of latex-free gloves and a hairnet by a staff member who is stationed nearby. Residents are required to dispose of both items before returning to the dinner table; a trash bin is available outside of the curtains for this purpose. Evidence found during the investigation, on the other hand, will be displayed in the back of the room. Two, long tables have been taken out of storage for this occasion, and any items found by the residents on Friday will be displayed here for further examination. Finally — a clock above the pull-down screen displays the current hour. Please do remember you have until 9:00 PM to figure out whodunit and cast your vote. Welcome to our first trial! Characters will be given nine (9) hours to discuss everything related to the investigation to hopefully solve the mystery behind this week's murder. No one will be allowed to leave the Dining Hall without explicit permission from the Innkeeper (and only then to take a tinkle), and all characters must cast their vote before 9PM EST. You may do so on this week's voting page. If you have any questions or doubts, shoot us a PM or a PP over at voting | profiles | menu | locations | ic rulebook |
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[ Off her shirt goes and off her shorts go. It's ... really embarrassing but you can see she's kinda ducking behind her chair a little bit more? Sorry?
But, the room can see there's a few old wounds from her military days — maybe she nerfed this too quickly and exploded w/e but point is.. the only fresh marks are combing down her arms, as mentioned.
Nothing on her neck, face or biceps. ]
Is this good?
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About that, though if like, Yukina can check you over more closely, that'd be good.
[ gestures to the girl? ]
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Yukina's pretty familiar with wounds, having suffered many of them herself - she was just lucky enough to have healing capabilities kick in before they scarred over. She looks over Hana's military wounds with concern.]
...these look as though they were painful, Hana-san.
[Neck, face, biceps are clear. But she lingers on the fresh wounds on her arms, and takes one of her hands.]
May I?
[If Hana agrees, she'll pull one of her hands over to the opposite arm to check if her fingernails match the marks, or if there are any discrepancies with sizing or whatever.]
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It's fine. Part of the job, you know?
[ As Yukina does look over her, she can see the wounds do match scratching! Even if she's hovering over, Hana winces. ]
Careful, please -
[ They do look like scratch marks! Seems like the lines of wounds are around the size of any fingernail scratch. ]
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[She was just hovering over, but... this does seem painful, anyway. So it's fine.
Just to be thorough, Yukina compares her own fingernail to the size of the scratches. ...that looks like it might work, too, so it's not terribly conclusive. ...but the shape of them...]
And... one last thing to check, Hana-san. Would you...
[How does she phrase this.]
Could you... pretend to strangle me? If I put my hands up to try and stop you like Jason-san might have with his killer, and the shape my nails would make is different from the shape of the scratches on your arms... you'll be in the clear.
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[ YUKINA, PLEASE... ]
Yuki — [ Hello, new nickname. ] If you're for certain, then...? Okay.
[ Hana doesn't look too pleased, carefully stepping in front of the girl. She lifts her hands up, hovering her hands around Yukina's neck. Her arms are straight and you can see she's uncomfortable with how straight her limbs have to be — especially with the scratches on her arms. ]
Are you going to really scratch me? Just — just do so quickly, okay?
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When Hana stretches her arms out and hovers her hands around her neck, Yukina brings her hands up, hovering them over her arms and then traveling down to her wrists, nails pointed down. At this angle, do her nails match up with the way the scratch marks are oriented, or are they like, perpendicular or something? I'm bad at describing this. I'm sorry.]
I won't actually touch you. We just - we need to see if it matches up.
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Okay... and how does that look?
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Those wounds weren't caused by this kind of defense, at least.
[She drops her arms to her side, then pauses.]
...but Dave-san said that he thought it looked like Jason-san was strangled from behind, so... [She turns around, with her back to Hana.]
Just to rule it out entirely... can we try again?
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[ JUST IF YUKINA NEEDS TO KNOW ]
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[How to simulate that... Yukina hesitates, then takes her weird hair decoration thing out. It looks like it's some kind of weird ribbon, so she'll just... unfurl it... and hand it to Hana.]
Here. It may not be the exact same shape or size, but it should be close enough to get your hands into the right place.
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right?]
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From behind? That has to mean Jason was awake and up, then?
[ But, she does carefully try and follow the order Dave gave — the mention of the looped twice. It feels foreign in her hands, but she secures it very loosely, but tugs back softly. ]
Give it a go like this, I think.
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But once everything's in place, Yukina raises her hands again, feeling for where Hana's hands are. It's a little more difficult from this angle, but eventually, she manages to hover her nails over the approximate location of the scratches.
...only to find that, uh. She can't see shit from here.]
Dave-san? Do the scratches on her arms match up with the marks my nails would make if I pressed my fingers down?
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Definitely similar, though. ]
Well?
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[ so, like. ]
Honestly, I think you're the most likely culprit, ngl.
[ stop using acronyms in everyday speech. ]
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...may I have my ribbon back, please, Hana-san?
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Right.
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[Yukina can't say she's disappointed they weren't able to rule it out... she sighs a little as she ties her hair back up.
Well, better figure out what to do next.]
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