GAME 3 - Day 3

[protoshepherd]

[ Rise and shine, sleepyheads! You best check everyone in each room, because it seems some people have gone missing...

Franziska and corrupt prosecutor Athena both have remnants of their stay right by the main door - much like how there were footprints of dried wine the other day. There's a riding crop, and a blue headband with a ribbon right by the door.

What's more, if you check out the ballroom, you'll find detective Phoenix Wright's dead body, seated by the piano, a piano wire around his neck.

Proto Badger will be right by the main door. ]

More people escaped... how?

Comments

[iwant2protectu]

[The other badger turns to the first and shrugs. Its head bobbles like it's laughing.]

[protoshepherd]

Not funny...

[ is that... a frown? yes, yes it is. ]

[iwant2protectu]

[Makes an "a little" sign with his fingers. It's a little funny, bro.]

[protoshepherd]

Why is it funny?

[usefulanalysis]

[Screw you, Badger! Ema's not at all concerned about that dreadful Von Karma woman, or the other escapee from sometime in the future.

When she pokes her head into the ballroom she stops in the doorway, eyes going about as wide as dinner plates.]

Mister Wright?!

[And true to form, she's already making a nuisance of herself by blocking up traffic, until shoved or forcibly moved. Because hooooly crap!]

[deverybeste]

[Sebastian came running at the sound of her scream and bumps right into her from behind. There's an awkward stumble, then he steadies himself and tries to peek over Ema's shoulder.]

W-what's going on?!

[usefulanalysis]

[Whump! Ema's sturdy enough to not fall down at least, and she moves to one side so he can get a look.]

See for yourself...look!

[deverybeste]

[Sebastian's also pretty tiny for a seventeen year-old. It helps. -It helps other people, that is. Not him.

The moment he spots Phoenix's slumped body by the piano, he freezes. Then he almost snaps his baton in half, tears springing up in the corners of his eyes. ...Now he's the one blocking the doorway.]

M-MR. WRIGHT!!!

[decrescendos]

[He hears the girl that looks vaguely like Klavier's detective friend that he never bothered talking to suddenly yell out.

This shit is getting way too real. Everyday just brings about more mysteries and questions and dead people. Is there only going to be one survivor? Is that how this is going to end?

Rushes over, peering into the room and shoving past her to see who it is.]

Aw, fuck.

[usefulanalysis]

[Ema bounces back quickly enough, bumping onto the wall and blinking around at the stranger.]

Y-Yeah. I...guess that's the word you'd use to describe it.

[decrescendos]

[Scans the room before stepping inside, approaching Phoenix Wright's body. He turns to look back at her, though her wellbeing isn't exactly top priority to him, he should at least put up a better front.]

You good?

[stagewright]

[ Trucy's already been trying to figure out where her father was, uneasy at not having been able to find him right off the bat.

She's going to be pretty useless today, though, because once she spots his body there's pretty much going to be no consoling her. And she's immediately going to shove past Ema when she sees it, stumbling over to Phoenix's side to reach out and shake his shoulder. ]

D-Daddy? [ He's not dead, he's not allowed to be dead, he's not actually dead - ]

[usefulanalysis]

[Ema just...stands there for a moment, numbly watching this all unfold. She doesn't really know what to do, except stand there and try to breathe and keep from crying.

It's a long moment before she approaches Phoenix, and pulls on a pair of surgeon's gloves.]

Trucy. Give...me a minute, and I'll at least see if there's anything that I can learn.

[stagewright]

[ Trucy's crying in earnest now, and there's absolutely no way in hell she's leaving Phoenix's body until it's time to vote, unless she's dragged away. And Pearl and Polly might be the only two left alive who can manage to get her to do even that much... ]

He's...he's...

[ not dead and if she lets Ema examine the body, that's going to make it way too real, so she's sort of shielding him with her own body here, shaking. ]

[cowboycop]

[Jake's been on alert more and more each passing hour, so when he hears Ema scream, he runs. Doesn't matter who's in front of him, he'll bowl them over if he has to. He lets out a sharp sigh of relief when he sees Ema alive and well, but when he sees what she's staring at...]

Christ--

[He hisses in a breath, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her a step back.]

Don't look, Ema!

[It's too late, he knows that. She's already seen it. But she didn't need to witness an actual murder...]

[usefulanalysis]

[Ema whirls around when she feels that hand on her shoulder, and she stumbles back a bit, practically falling into Jake's arms. She had seen it already, yes, and it was taking every bit of resolve she had not to just start crying herself.]

Officer Marshall...

[cowboycop]

[He wraps an arm around her, and pulls her in tight, his detective training giving way to the instincts of a big brother wanting to protect a little sibling.]

I'm here, bambina. I'm here.

[spiritpearls]

[ Oh look Mr Nick is by the piaNO OH GOD ]

Mr Nick...? [ Pushing past everyone, she goes to roughly shake him by the shoulders. ] Mr Nick, wake up, this isn't funny! [ She pulls her arm back and smacks him across the face. He must just be sleeping. With a piano wire around his neck. Of course. ] Wake up!

[usefulanalysis]

[Completely unsure of what the hell to do with Pearl just beating the crap out of Phoenix's body, Ema steps up and pulls on her shoulder.]

Hey! Stop...don't do that! That's...

[Rude? Disrespectful? Wrong? She's not sure where she's going with this.]

[shacklebreaker]

[Blackquill hasn't noticed anything amiss in the ballroom yet -- because he's distracted by the ribbon left by the main door. He picks it up, examining it closely.]

Cykes-dono... You should never have been forced to participate in this bloodbath.

[thefaceofjustice]

[Trailing behind Simon, lagging further back than usual. He's hanging his head like he feels sick, though his face doesn't look any paler than usual.]

[...MAYBE HE WASN'T READY FOR WINE.]

[shacklebreaker]

[Whoops. Blackquill quickly conceals the ribbon and turns to face the sorry-looking detective.]

... It seems you're paying for your overindulgence, Fool Bright.

[thefaceofjustice]

[Too much wine the night before (or just bad tolerance) means one hungover Bobby Fulbright. BLAME SIMON.]

[cardboard_journalism]

[limps into the ball room, and there was Phoenix Wright's body.]

...

[she almost felt numb. Of course that was coming.]

[she'd wait for everyone to get over the initial shock before trying to get their attention again]

So...

Prosecutor Blackquill is still guilty.

--Just, so y'know.

[deverybeste]

[Sebastian is... still not over the initial shock, to be honest, but he can't keep moping around. There's a job to be done and people to avenge! Phoenix was one of the few people around here who was actually nice to Sebastian.

In the face of no actual evidence, Myriam seems like the best person to approach right now.]

Hey, you there! Are you still in touch with this Game Prosecutor person?