MIDNIGHT/DAY 2 - suspicion

[protoshepherd]

[ In the spirit of Ace Attorney, the game where murders happen but NO ONE ACTUALLY SEES THE ACTUAL THING EXCEPT FOR THE PERPETRATORS…

The night has ended. You might have ousted someone, but NOTHING HAPPENS. You go back to your rooms and you find some samurai dogs by your bedside. At least there's food. Better than nothing. But you feel tired. It's been a long and stressful day. Could you even sleep at that rate?

In the middle of the night, you might hear a loud thud. If you wake up (or if you were already awake) and check the hallway, you'll find a bust—or its remnants—by the mirror closer to the Hawthorne and Gavin rooms. The statue is coloured… pink? Magenta? Well, whatever.

Behind the bust is a body… a dead body. Yup, that's right.

If you approach it, you'll find the dead body of Myriam Scuttlebutt. There's no box, just the young girl. If you saw her without the guise of her box, you'll realise that she isn't wearing her school uniform. She has a green jumpsuit on. Her arms were raised and had some red markings on her wrist, as if her hands had been tied. An awl was lodged in her abdomen. Dried blood by her wound, as if the blood had seeped through from her wound.

Myriam Scuttlebutt has been taken out by the allies of the Bad Badger. You have all been warned. You should have expected this.

If you decide to do a headcount, you'll find that one team is missing. One team with two members in it. The room to the Engarde room is swinging open. Do you check it out?

Upon entering, you'll find Matt Engarde's corpse placed conveniently on a chair. You'd think it's Matt, anyway. He seems to be wearing the Nickel Samurai costume. He's seated with his head facing the ground. There's a scarf on his neck, placed rather too tightly. Did he did from strangulation…? By the chair is an open guitar case, and a vanity with a wine glass on top of it.

By the only mirror in the room is Simon Keye's body, hanging frrom the ceiling. Nearby is a coffee table, and an envelope with the police department's seal on it. Whoever opens it will read a letter that reads "proto badgr kill."

If you go back to the library, you'll find Myriam's mirror still standing, but it doesn't function as a mirror anymore. You'll find a portrait of Aristotle Means instead, like a huge picture frame. A huge X painted in red covers about half of the portrait. The same goes for Matt and Simon Keye's mirrors - except Simon's mirror also has Matt's face on it. L O L.

The other mirrors have names again… although if you count, there seems to be only ten teams now: ]

Poll #16504

This poll is closed.
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: Just the Poll Creator, participants: 10

ho bad badgr?????? vote for edgeworth safe

Furio Tigre Team
0 (0.0%)

Redd White Team
3 (30.0%)

Dahlia Hawthorne Team
3 (30.0%)

Jacques Portsman Team
1 (10.0%)

Morgan Fey Team
0 (0.0%)

The Phantom Team
3 (30.0%)

Horace Knightley Team
0 (0.0%)

Luke Atmey Team
0 (0.0%)

Daryan Crescend Team
0 (0.0%)

Kristoph Gavin Team
0 (0.0%)

[ If you've still got an appetite, there are calzones (WHICH IS BASICALLY THE GRANDFATHER OF PIZZAS - THANK YOU PARKS AND RECREATION) and sushi (NOT BURGERS) that is edible in the dining hall. If you are thirsty, here is a water dispenser, as well as a bowl of punch. Not alcoholic. ]


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[ 00:01 MARCH 3 EST: Day 2 begins, and a new suspicion poll pops up. ONLY TEN TEAMS REMAIN.

00 MARCH 4 EST: A clue will be given. Suspicion poll closes at MIDNIGHT.

00 MARCH 5 EST: Ousting poll gets put up! ]

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CLUE!!! (Handcuffs can be broken, feel free to play around with it.)

Comments

[doubledefense]

[ WHELP.


TIME TO POKE THIS DEAD BODY FOR CLUES.


She looks at the scene around Scuttlebutt's body. Adding all manner of useless notes to her Court Record. ]


This is really serious.

[feytality]

Poor Myriam....

[THIS IS AWFUL]

[protoshepherd]

[ It is what it is. No suspicious or anything out of the ordinary. Nothing hidden in her body or anything. ]

[talldarkbitter]

[ Once he's done assuring Trucy he'll move the body, he approaches Mia. Hunting around for clues - good girl. Nevertheless, it's a grim situation. ]

What have you got?

[bewrightback]

[Nick is nearby, in his own... casual attire. It's like some odd, bittersweet anachronism, watching the Mia Fey of years ago examine the body of a high school student from his time. He watches her at work for a moment before he hesitantly speaks out.]

Anything stand out...? [He knows he shouldn't expect too much from her. But he's always believed in Mia's ability to such a heightened degree.]

[stagewright]

myriam, middle of the night dang;

[ Oh, okay, we're just going to scream. Give her a second, here. After she calms down, forcing herself to breathe, Trucy's...not sure what to do.

Are there even any clues here as to the identity of the killers? This set-up...it's pretty much exactly like... ]

...We...need to clean this up. We can't bury her, but...

[ ...Maybe they can put her in her room, for now. ]

dining hall, early morning;

[ But later in the day (or rather not in the middle of the night) Trucy can be found hanging out and eating a calzone. It's not going to do her any good to faint from hunger, or something. ]

So, do you think we're going to get "clues" again? The same way we did yesterday...

[ She finishes off the calzone and pulls out a deck of cards, which she idly begins shuffling. ]

myriam

[talldarkbitter]

[ He doesn't mean to sneak up on her or anything, but. ]

Do you know where her room is?

[ Oh, Scuttles... ]

dining hall

[spiritpearls]

[ Pearl is drowning her sorrows in a glass of punch. She did eat, though, if just because she knew she had to. It might as well have tasted like sawdust considering the taste in her mouth. ]

I... I'd think so. If we assume that Mr Engarde and Mr Keyes were one of the "bad badger friends", there's still two teams left to find.

[ And vote for and die, um. ]

Myriam

[feytality]

[AFTER MAYA'S COMPOSED HERSELF A BIT:]

...Maybe we can wrap her in bedsheets?

[devilsworkday]

[Engarde room, because that won't end in disaster]

[Technically the entire setup with Myriam is closer to him, but for various reasons that isn't exactly somewhere Kristoph wants to be right now; there are other things to look into, namely what...happened to the other set that were up against the wall with both himself and Palaeno.

The door hanging open is not a good sign. Everything that room has decided to be, likewise, is...]

...Ah.

[You know, sometimes there isn't much to do outside of just sort of...let your brain shut off and reboot itself. And maybe have a hideously inappropriate reaction to whatever caused that because wow rictus smiling is going to be a thing we are doing today, just because there's no real reaction to have to that.

Thankfully it passes quickly enough, though the general sense of being at least mildly disturbed does not; he'll be in here checking Matt over, assuming he's not interrupted by anyone, and trying to...ignore Keyes, despite the fact that his body is hanging right there.]

[talldarkbitter]

[ Godot slots up beside him after a while. He had to take care of the body of the girl in the hall, but it was a pretty swift thing. His voice is lower; there are other people in the room. ]

How's it feel, Beauty... just missing the bullet?

[bewrightback]

[A flushing sound is heard, and a Phoenix in casual attire then strides back into the room through the bathroom door. He wipes a bit at his chin with a sleeve, and he's looking a bit down-spirited at the moment. Phoenix keeps his eyes off of the bodies, and instead he glances towards Kristoph as he notices the former lawyer's presence.]

Morning.

[He breathes that greeting without much energy. Kristoph Gavin is still amongst them... Did he make the right choice or not?]

[bewrightback]

Crime Scene A: Scuttlebutt

[It's all too sickeningly familiar. The thud, the body positioned almost identically to that of his old colleague's...

He doesn't even need to remember the brief looks under her box given back in court to recognize that this might be Miriam. Maybe he'll do some light investigating, but mostly he'll just stand sadly nearby, his hands in his pockets.]

Crime Scene B: Good Night, Sweet Princes

[And of course when he notices the open door, he slips inside to take a look. It's nauseating and of course all too reminiscent of a case from so many years ago. He'll check the scene at least to see what clues he can find. It's the least he can do, after he put one vote in their coffins.]

A AND B YOU CAN'T STOP ME!!!

[feytality]

[AND HERE COMES THE TRUSTY SIDEKICK]

What are we waiting for? Let's get started!

dining room

[butzhurt]

[You'll find Larry in the dinning room with his head off, glumly munching on a calzone and gloomily swigging punch. He'd seen the bodies, but he hadn't bothered to stay around.

He's not even that hungry, man, but he knows he should probably eat something if he doesn't want to conk out and probably die.

He promised that monkey dude he'd protect him and then this happened. And then he'd messed up on revoting on time and that funky bangs dude probably lost his fingers and ARGH.

Not a good day to be the Butz.]

[turnaboutcoupons]

[Hey Larry, sup. Palaeno will enter the dining room a short while later, looking about as pale as his tanned complexion will allow. How he got any sleep at all last night is a mystery even to him. Now that he's seen dead bodies, he's sure he won't sleep soundly for quite a while.

Either way, he drops himself in one of the chairs and throws a listless stare towards the food. ...Yeahhh he's not touching that.]

... Good morning, Mr. Samurai.

[huglife]

[ Ray can be seen standing quietly beside Simon's freshly discovered body. He knows that this is the first of many horrors they will face from now on, unless they find a way to end it, but for now he just takes his moment to pay the man his respects.

It's another client he couldn't protect in the end, despite his best efforts. ]

Forgive me, Mr. Keyes...

[talldarkbitter]

[ Godot makes his way into the Engarde room after making sure Myriam got taken off to her resting place out of the public eye. After all, he was partially responsible for this. Joining Ray, he can be seen just behind and off to the side of the man in the mirror, looking up at the body of the hanging Keyes. ]

Did you know him?

[feytality]

a; channeling?!

[IN BETWEEN INVESTIGATION, Maya kneels by the respective bodies, hands clasped together, eyes closed, concentrating, concentrating hard... Probably weirdly hard. Huh. Is this odd-looking to anyone else? Probably.]

[After a while, she takes a break to huff:]

Rats....

b; eat your hamburgers, apollo;

[Perhaps you'd expext Maya to have lost her appetite after that gruesome display. To be picking at her non-burger food instead of eating it. But no, she's digging in with even more gusto than usual, and aggressively offers a calzone or piece of sushi to any non-Dahlia person who happens to approach]

C'mon, we've got to keep our strength up! [DAHLIA GETS NOTHING]

c; snooping as usual;

[AND HERE COMES INVESTIGATION PHASE.... she's mostly tailing Phoenix (Or Mia) like a good sidekick, but she does look at that latter, read it upsidedown, and squint at it for secret ink.]

[Then she arms herself with a fork and starts poking all the mirrors, as well as Means's portrait.]

Take that!

a

[spiritpearls]

[ Not odd-looking to Pearl, that's for sure. She waits until Maya's break to approach her, waiting to see if Maya manages to channel someone. Then she kneels beside her. ]

Not having any luck, either...? I tried yesterday, but I couldn't do anything... not even refill Mr Nick's magatama.

[talldarkbitter]

[ He can be found later that morning in the dining room, rather mechanically eating a calzone and water. He doesn't trust any liquid that is just sitting out in the open, and anyway, he's not one for drinking sweets. ]

[sinistersciencelesbian]

Still no coffee, huh? Too bad.

[turnaboutcoupons]

[All this time, there'd been a glimmer of hope in the back of Palaeno's head that this was just some elaborate prank. Mirror tricks and whatnot, with some- if not most of their fellows being 'in on it'. That hope was crushed the moment the first dead body was discovered. Then it received another hefty kick when the next two bodies were discovered. This is real. What stings most is that at least one person died because he didn't die. He got favorable votes, along with Mr. Gavin, so he gets to live with part of the blame. For now, anyway. He's indirectly responsible for the deaths of Mr. Engarde and Mr. Keyes. As for Ms. Scuttlebutt... Well, she may have been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Once he's recovered from the shock, which may have taken about an hour of pacing around, sitting down and then getting up to pace some more, he heads for the library. He can't investigate the crime scenes- he doesn't even want to be at the crime scenes- but there has to be something else he can do. Anything that just might help.

So he starts taking books down from the shelves to investigate them. Maybe there's something in one of these about badgers and their preferred means of law enforcement. Or maybe he can find something about the mirrors. Or a floorplan of the house, that'd be helpful too. After sifting through engaging literature such as Sweet Valley High, Goosebumps and other such classics, he manages to pull a brochure out from between two books.]

This is... [Not sure if helpful.]

[stagewright]

This is...?

[ Congratulations on one magician girl appearing at your side, Palaeno, peering at the brochure rather curiously. ]

library

[shacklebreaker]

[Blackquill looks even more tired and haggard than usual; he didn't sleep at all last night. Taka is perched on his master's mirror, preening, while Blackquill examines the portrait of Means where Myriam's mirror had stood.

To be associated with that corrupt old teacher even in death, and for her body to be positioned in the same way as his victim...]

Hmph... What a cruel insult to her memory.

[venomize]

[ Dahlia is conveniently avoiding the bodies; she'll leave that investigation to the professionals. It's none of her business after all, and she could honestly care less. She will be eating by her lonesome along with chugging some water because she is not going to die today. . .! ]

[dekillerqueen]

[By Myriam's body]

[Well, that's curious. Wasn't this young lady out of the voting? Perhaps this has something to do with that... "Bad Badger".

He'll be having a closer look at the body. Just like any butler would, right?]


[In the Engarde room.]

[He did not want this to happen.

Matt Engarde was his to enact revenge on, and Simon...

Sorry, Dogen. Shelly de Killer did not do enough. Shelly de Killer failed.

For the moment, though, his gaze keeps falling back on Matt's body. That crime scene... it's still fresh on his mind, even though it's been over a year. That whole debacle was a disaster, though - easily his greatest mistake since his rash youthful days. Ah, memories.

Before he looks at Simon's body - and someone will pay for this, make no mistake - he'll be focusing on Engarde's. How faithful was the reproduction of the murder? He would know better than anyone else.]

[Engarde]

[bewrightback]

[Phoenix notices De Butler enter the room at some point and follows suit. He managed to find a similar train of thought as those brackets; if anyone knows the scene's accuracy, it's this guy.

There's a number of snarky ways he could greet the man - stuff about a sense of deja vu. But as brave as he may occasionally be, Phoenix Wright is not one to taunt an assassin to his face.

In fact, he can't find any words at all, so he just lets out a slight-]

Ah.

CLUE

[arurests]

Hey! Who the hell's running this place?!

[ You might not be in the dining hall, but you sure hear a loud voice coming from there. And you'll find a very angry man. Wolf. Man wolf.

He's holding a pizza box. ]

Delivery for some-- Wright bozo. [ He puts a box of pizza on the dining table. If you check it out, it's a 12" pizza with green peppers, olives, and… chocolate chips. ]

But I have better things to do here than just deliver pizza. That ain't my job in the first place.

[ He walks around the room, circling the people around. Assuming that EVERY team is in the dining hall, he handcuffs the following people:

Raymond Shields and Aura Blackquill, aka Team Jacques Portsman
Mia Fey and Maya Fey, aka Team Redd White
Simon Blackquill and Godot, aka Team The Phantom ]

Guilty. Guilty. Guilty!

[ Then he looks at the others - the… seemingly innocent ones. ]

Normally, I'd be arresting all these guys, but you guys gotta use some logic and figure out who the real bad guy is, eh? Why don't you guys do that now? I'll be on my way. This wolf's got bigger prey to catch.

[ And much like the badger, he steps into a mirror and disappears. What the flying fuck? ]

[spiritpearls]

[ Wh...at just happened... Pearl just watches, dismayed when she sees her cousins handcuffed. But seriously, what the flying kittens just happened.

Is it at least good looking pizza? ]

I...

[ How does one respond to this. ]

[stagewright]

[ ...Trucy definitely isn't a lawyer and usually leaves the shouting to her overly loud partner, and OBJECTION feels odd to say when she doesn't have anything to object to just this second...more like ask about. So she goes with something else: ]

EXCUSE ME! [ The shout, in a carrying stage voice, isn't anything on Apollo's lungs, but it ought to do the trick. ]

Just to clear it up, I'd like to know why the Redd White team voted for the Gavin team last time, even though everyone else but Mr. Doe had voted for the Engarde team. Those two votes for the Gavin team were the odd ones out last time.

[doubledefense]

[ that's kind of cute, though ]


Certainly. As you mentioned, the vote was decided by the time mine was cast. There wasn't anything like enough evidence to convict either party. I only voted at all under threat from our host. Had there been any debate of merit, or the votes closer to a tie, that would have been a very different matter.

[devilsworkday]

[...All right, so. We're all still very solidly aboard the Hot Mess Express and it's fairly obvious that no one is getting off anytime soon save by being forcibly thrown off the train, as it were; Kristoph is...probably not going to be making anything any better, but you know what, ideas can only take you so far and sometimes you just have to go be agitated at the source and hopefully not smash anyone's head in during the attempt.

Not that this particular individual had an attached head to be smashed in last time it showed up.]

Badger, I'd like to have a word with you. Perhaps several.

[Addressing the mirrors is never going to not feel stupid as hell, but that's where the thing seems to come from most frequently, so.]

[protoshepherd]

[ His response is pretty quick. You can now see him on the other side of the mirror. ]

Evening.