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( TRIAL - WEEK 4 )
 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 Outdoor Dining Area 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. Due the Kitchen and Dining Hall getting wrecked, lunch and dinner will mostly consist of grilled and barbecued menu items. Hamburgers, hotdogs, salads, and items that require little preparation — all the residents have to do is ask in order to receive. Similarly, all beverages will be retrieved from a hundred quart cooler that has been placed by the side of the pool. Not as fancy as usual, but at least the pool is clean now. Some inflatable pool toys lazily swim in the water, along with pool noodles. Every now and then, the waters will vibrate to the sound of buzz saws and assorted power tools. Looks like the Disposal Room, Dining Hall and Kitchen are under reparations. A tent has been placed over the area to shield the residents from the sun, and to make up from the lack of transparencies everyone will receive a small booklet containing each resident's profile. They look a little bit like shitty PowerPoint presentation handouts, but maybe it's part of the charm. The profiles of the deceased are included, as always. A second tent has been set up in the parking lot, complete with an air conditioning on the inside. Its use will become rapidly apparent once the victims corpses have been wheeled in. Anyone who wishes to step into this area will be asked to wash their hands, and will be given a pair of latex-free gloves and a hairnet by a staff members who is stationed nearby. Residents are required to dispose of both items before returning to their table; a trash bin is available outside of the tent for this purpose. Evidence found during the investigation, on the other hand, will be displayed in a table by the pool shed. Any items found by the residents on Friday will be displayed here for further examination. Finally — one of the grandfather clocks has been kidnapped from its respective floor to show the current hour. Please do remember you have until 9:00 PM to figure out whodunit and cast your vote. And if anyone tries to leave the area before the trial is over? They'll discover an invisible wall blocking their path.  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 Pool/Outdoor Dining Area (the pool shed will also be locked), 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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Kaiba was found in the lobby, near the front desk. His body was on fire. There was a trail of blood connecting the outdoor hallway to the indoor hallway, past the Lobby, but it didn't touch Kaiba's corpse so 'm not sure it was left by him.
There was also lighter fluid in the shape of a handprint smudged on the wall leading to the hallway.
One bullet found on the scene. It's the type of bullet one might find in a handgun.
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[??? someone's from a world that doesn't use oil much anymore]
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[he had to fuckin' sniff the lighter fluid thanks to the metatext it was awful??? feel sorry for him]
Yeah, that's right. It's highly flammable, and I assume it was used to set Kaiba's body on fire.
Likely to try'n mask the true cause of death.
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Or they're taking inspiration from Mira's theatrics. But yeah, that seems to be likely.
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I think it'd be worth it to compare people's hands to the handprint I found. Assuming it was left behind by the killer, and not Kaiba himself.
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[So that's also a good idea.]
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[he perks up]
Oh-- yeah! Maybe it'd be worth it to check people's hands for signs of irritation, if we don't have the handprint itself to use as a reference.
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Kaiba's wrist is broken; an injury potentially caused by trying to defend himself from whoever smashed his head in. It doesn't make sense for him to have been injured in such a way before he was shot.
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That was my first assumption when I saw his body, but I didn't get a chance to look at it more closely to make sure.
[hn. . . he lapses into contemplative silence, hand pressed against his chin]
. . . if Kaiba was defending himself in a fight, then it could've been the blow to the head that killed him. Everything else might've been an afterthought.
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And there were no exit wounds for the bullets, either. [He had been around Kaiba's body the same time this was being checked, so.]
This might indicate that he was shot after he was already dead, with his back on the ground. In which case, someone is trying to cover up the true cause of death -- but why?
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[he says grimly]
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So if it's possible, it'd be prudent for us to figure out the murder weapon. It may be related to a weapon role that would be able to cause serious blunt force trauma to a human skull, as well as dent the metal wrist-guards that Kaiba wore.
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Blunt force trauma. . .
The Cop, with the truncheon? The Chef, with the metal meat tenderizer? The Entertainer, with the microphone stand?
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[But. He frowns.]
Not that this helps us get anywhere right now. As always, we've run into the issue of not knowing whose roles these belong to.
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Back to trying to parse out all of this evidence, then.]
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[Well, stupid. He sighs.]
What in the world is a truncheon?
[He isn't familiar with these obscure human weaponry items!]
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[why are all ya'll not from modern times]
A short stick carried by police officers, usually used for beating suspects into submission.