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

[arurests]

I don't listen to trash prosecutors. You'll have to excuse me.

[huglife]

Ahh, what a terrible case of mistaken identity... [ "Prosecutor", eh? Ray figures that Lang sees him as the man whose name was written on Ray's letter when he arrived here. Although he never met Mr. Portsman personally, he was a man of profile being a young prodigy and all. --But wait, that guy was a murderer, too? Sheesh, prosecutors, right? ]

--listen, if you see Miles, tell him... [ He goes quiet for a second, then presses on. ]

...tell him I'll say hi to his old man when I see him, and that everything's gonna be okay.

[arurests]

Yeah, sure. Deceive him like all other prosecutors deceive every single human on earth.

No thanks. I won't pass the message.

[talldarkbitter]

That's not a confession, is it?

[ Did he bust in on a private moment? ]

[huglife]

No.

[ The thought of being voted against doesn't scare him, as it would save the others for another day, but he intends to fight for his partner's innocence. ]

I'm too old to be Mr. Portsman, and too loyal to be a prosecutor.

[talldarkbitter]

Miles Edgeworth is a prosecutor.

[ Just sayin'. ]

[huglife]

[ Yes, don't remind him. He was bitter about it for years, you know! But Godot has also been out of the loop on some of Edgeworth's recent... personal developments. ]

Is he now? Uncle Ray has a feeling that Miles is ready to follow in his father's footsteps.

[talldarkbitter]

Is that so?

[ Hm. ]

... Well, it'd be a hell of an improvement over Von Karma. Edgeworth Sr. was before my time in the office, but Grossberg always had a good word to say about him. I'm sorry I never got to meet him, or shake his hand for putting a dent in Old Ironsides' perfect record. I'd have given just about anything to see the old buzzard's face when Greg stuck it to him.

[ His smirk is genuine, if full of the kind of satisfaction you can only get from seeing someone you dislike fail. ]

But his record spoke for itself. It was a pretty good inspiration for me when I was being put through my paces.

So you're his brother, huh?

[huglife]

Not quite. [ There's a hint of a smile as he hears someone else sing praises of Gregory. ]

I was just his assistant back then, a doe-eyed teenager who didn't get to learn nearly enough from a kind defense attorney. My heart still breaks when I think of that fateful day.

However, his son has turned out to be an even greater man, no matter which path he decides to choose.

[talldarkbitter]

[ Hold on, he's trying to imagine this doe-eyed Ray...

Alright, back on track. ]

Well, if that thing really does have him, I can't his path right now is any more certain or up to him than ours.

But I wouldn't start thinking of reunions in the afterlife so soon, unless you think we're all going to die here before we can puzzle out an advantage or an escape route.

[feytality]

[ALSO HERE TO BUST IN ON THAT PRIVATE MESSAGE]

Miles... As in Miles Edgeworth?

[butzhurt]

Yeah, that dude's like Edgey's uncle or something. That's what he told me.

[feytality]

Edgeworth's uncle?!

I... I had no idea...

[butzhurt]

Yeah, his Uncle Ray. They don't have much of a family resemblance.

1/2

[feytality]

He's not even wearing frills! [Which is definitely an Edgeworth thing. But--]

[feytality]

[WAIT A MINUTE, IS THAT]

H-Hang on.... Larry?!

[butzhurt]

Hey, Maya. Want to grab a burger if that weird badger ever lets us out?

[feytality]

[No, no, no]

[There is a pressing matter that must be addressed]

T-The Steel Samurai.... you're the Steel Samurai...? H-How....?

[huglife]

[ Ignoring Laurice over there. ]

Uncle Ray should've expected that Miles knows another cutie-pie without ever telling anyone about it.

[feytality]

Uncle Ray! I can't believe you! You're not my uncle at all... [This is a BETRAYAL

You're Mr. Edgeworth's!

[huglife]

Come on, Uncle Ray is everyone's uncle! Nothing will stop me from giving out hugs, not even these cuffs! [ Yes, they will. This sucks. ]

[feytality]

[NO HUGS AND NO UNCLES!!! She's been deceived!]

How could you, Not Uncle Ray..... All this time, you could have been telling me embarrassing stories about Mr. Edgeworth....

[huglife]

Tell you what, Maya-pie, if we make it out of here in one piece, we are going to share all kinds of stories about Miles. After all, Uncle Ray is sure you have some lovely anecdotes about him, too.

So, chin up!

1/2

[feytality]

That's not something you can keep a secret! If you have dirt on Mr. Edgeworth, you have to share it! That's... That's the job of any uncle!

[feytality]

[oh and maybe she'll be serious for a second:]

What do you mean, you'll see his father soon...?