crybadger | MIDNIGHT/DAY 2

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MIDNIGHT/DAY 2 - suspicion

[ 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.)

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[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.]

[ 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?

[Well, after last night he can't precisely say he minds any of that; the comment doesn't seem to rile him any, at least, which is more than can be said for anything else today has decided to be.

That said, he's likewise of the opinion that this isn't a conversation to be had at the top of one's lungs; he'll keep it down for now.]

I assume it's in poor taste to say that I'm feeling far better than those who were struck by it...?

It is, but it's honest, too. I think honesty now is just the better policy for people who aren't wrapped up in Trite's perfect pyramid of high horses.

[ He eyes the bodies, but doesn't move to touch yet. He knows he needs to be in full view of the congregation now just by dint of who he is to some. ]

Today is the day to make our move to break through. Have you come up with any ideas?

...Answer something for me first.

How genuine do you believe that...vision in the mirror last night to have been? The one involving Apollo Justice.

Something you might have cared about, Mr. Gavin?

[ He's curious in turn. ]

That depends on what you're asking me. There's a difference, after all, between "disinterested in seeing something hideous befall a person" and "emotionally compromised."

I can't say there is a difference.

[ Which may say more about him more than anything. ]

Edited 2015-03-03 10:46 (UTC)

[It likely says plenty about both of them, really - the answer surely does, but so does the fact that it was a question in the first place.]

...You're an interesting person, if you don't mind my saying so.

[His tone isn't indicating whether that's a good thing or not; "interesting" can go several ways and all.]

Fortunately for both of us, I'm capable of the former without letting it turn into anything close to the latter. It was simply a question, nothing more.

Coming from you, I'm almost sure that's a compliment.

[ Though not an advantage. He doesn't blush. A man like Godot merely flicks his mask, the edge of his mouth sharp. ]

I think anything behind a mirror is just an image. In fact, given their quality to follow any subject, just a projection. But the concept works on the weak, bleeding hearts.

Edited 2015-03-03 11:30 (UTC)

Well, it's not much of an insult.

[Kristoph.]

Either way - we agree, then. Excellent...though it may be in our best interests to not phrase it that way in front of Wright.

[ He's not stupid. His smirk grows a little wider. ]

Good thing Trite can't actually hear us now.

[ Godot moves to delicately remove Matt Engarde's helmet, then presents it to Kristoph Gavin. Like a prize, in its way. You've survived this, sir.

A thing to examine under pretense. ]

What's the next move for you?

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[There's something incredibly distasteful about that entire display with the helmet, and perhaps that's why Kristoph indulges it; almost everyone else here is fully aware of what he is and what he's done, and there's something vaguely charming about not having to keep up any sort of pretense anymore. Either way, he'll take it, and he'll turn it a bit in his hands while he considers.]

Believe me, I've no intention of staying here any longer than necessary and I'm more than slightly displeased with the fact that one of my former employees is being used as emotional blackmail, mere projection or not.

I imagine our best bet toward finding something of value is that locked door downstairs.

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talldarkbitter - 2015-03-04 10:52 (UTC) - Expand

[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?]

...Wright.

[It's more acknowledgement than anything; it's only after it's out there that he turns to look, one of his eyebrows arching a bit as he catches sight of the man's outfit.]

Well, that's nostalgic, isn't it.

[He gives a shrug.]

Time's already screwed up in this place, so why not?

Or it could actually be because I don't actually wear my blue suit to bed.

That's fair.

[Now that that's out of the way, he's more than content to resume being more or less unavailable in terms of an emotional read; it's going to be something of a surreal day, he can tell already.]

How well are you holding up?

[The question is a little detached, but at least it's out there; the answer is a fairly obvious one, but again, it's something to say.]

[It does sound just like Kristoph to find the perfectly detached tone for asking about another person's wellbeing. Phoenix does feel a bit guarded on his own part, but that's probably to be expected when it comes to Kristoph, even considering their earlier dealing.]

About as well as can be expected, given our recent surprises. It almost feels like a sick joke, doesn't it? [Myriam, who was saved from the final poll, killed through unknown means.]

How about you?

I'll have a better answer for you later, I imagine.

[...]

I've noticed that no one has seen fit to confirm just whom we killed last night, as far as whether they were indeed the bad badger's friends or otherwise. That's an interesting tactical move on our kidnapper's part.

Interesting in a frustrating sense, I guess. [He says that with an empty smile.]

Maybe one of us should ask a mirror later. But you should already know the answer for yourself, shouldn't you? [Now that Myriam's death seems to have ruled her out conclusively.]

Oh, it's not my peace of mind that I'm concerned for - after all, if we're given more helpful little hints as to whom the guilty among us might be and that nail polish shows up again, people may assume that we missed.

It's not necessarily likely, mind, but I wouldn't put it past whomever's running this.

That would be really embarrassing, Kristoph. [He says it that way to cloak how pissed he would feel if they really were wrong. If his sparing Kristoph led to Myriam's death...]

I don't know if I'd be able to help you there. But I guess we'll find out whenever the time comes for those clues to surface.

[Mm.]

Bear in mind that wouldn't imply certain guilt. There are two innocent parties pointed out, supposedly; there's nothing saying that I'm not one of them.

[...]

Do you believe me, when it comes to that?

I do believe that it's possible that you're innocent in this instance. And I want to believe it. [That's for his own peace of mind more than anything else, though.]

If it does come up again, I definitely won't be jumping to conclusions.

That's what I wanted to know.

[...This is so damn awkward.]

I imagine your vote was through solidarity with your daughter, but I appreciate it regardless.