Rosenblum Hall (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
facultwist) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
rosenblumhall2025-05-03 12:32 am
facultwist) wrote in rosenblumhall2025-05-03 12:32 am
Entry tags:
third trial
"Good hustle, everyone, time to get you down to the trial room. I'm willing to bet this is one where you want to know who did it. Head to the conservatory."
Isabella is waiting for you all there, candelabra in hand. She doesn't have much to say, but... perhaps that's to be expected. What is there to say?
It feels like a longer walk than usual to the trial room, but maybe that's just a function of your dwindling number. Much more of this and you're liable to dip below half of your original number. But you must press on, because answers will await you before long. They have to... right?
Yet more desks draped over to show those you've lost. But there's a job that you must do. You have the evidence. You are prepared against whatever it is that comes next.
... Right?
Isabella is waiting for you all there, candelabra in hand. She doesn't have much to say, but... perhaps that's to be expected. What is there to say?
It feels like a longer walk than usual to the trial room, but maybe that's just a function of your dwindling number. Much more of this and you're liable to dip below half of your original number. But you must press on, because answers will await you before long. They have to... right?
Yet more desks draped over to show those you've lost. But there's a job that you must do. You have the evidence. You are prepared against whatever it is that comes next.
... Right?
no subject
Autopsy Report:
The victim was found lying in the dining hall, with no injuries apart from a cut alongside the right side of her throat, which is the most likely cause of death. She had apparently been arranged posthumously to be lying on her back with her hands folded and her eyes closed, with several small smudges of blood on her arms suggesting someone grabbed and moved them. She also had bloodstains on her left pigtail at around shoulder to mid-back height, and a bloody partial handprint on her right shoulder. These two bloodstains seem to be from two different circumstances, as they do not line up in any particular way.
[Tiera pauses, before switching back to her usual communication app.]
Hand size similar Tiera, Rinne.
no subject
Was there any blood on her hands?
Mods
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
no subject
After a moment of consideration, she moves to sit next to Dorothy—settling into what used to be Sayo's seat instead of her own. ]
Doloris and I did a sweep of the other buildings. The only disturbance we found was in the chemistry lab.
Safety gear and beakers were missing. And I found this, too.
[ Kohaku lays a blank notebook onto the desktop. ]
Whatever pages were written on had been torn out. However, I was able to reconstruct the last page with the impressions left behind on the paper. It lists the pros and cons of various methods of murder, and then goes on to show calculations for creating chlorine gas.
Doloris also found acids were taken from the supply cabinets, which I believe are consistent with materials necessary to carry out this plan.
no subject
Chlorine g—
[(NERVOUS LAUGHTER) WHAT THE FUCK]
Chlorine gas.
[NERVOUS LAUGHTER!! WHAT THE FUCK!!]
. . . What were the other methods listed? [probably not important but jesus CHRIST]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
mods?
Do you think this could have been from the same notebook?
(no subject)
no subject
... No, something about that doesn't feel right...? You can make chlorine gas with a lot of basic household cleaning supplies. Like... well, bleach and vinegar. It's why you aren't supposed to mix them. It seemed like the missing acids were mostly corrosive. Wouldn't that make more sense for the chemical bomb idea?
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
mod input
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
no subject
[Like was it just ratio stuff or.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
...
...
no subject
I took a look around the dining hall. There were slash marks all over - the walls, the floor, you name it. There was also some kind of struggle, broken chairs and dining ware scattered throughout. Notably, the only blood I found were smears on the floor leading toward the kitchen door. Weirdly, the floor was also damp with bleach. It seemed to be partially-dried, and only the section of the floor leading into the kitchen.
Finally, I found this. [They hold up a slightly crumpled paper crane.] I'd guess it was Rinne's, since she was folding a lot of them.
no subject
[Kana half says to herself in misery.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
Save for traces of it between the tiles, before the door to the dining hall. Vanity has taken pictures of it.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
no subject
Rinne…we found Rinne slumped over one of the burners in the kitchen. Her face was…it looked like it’d been there for a while.
[Kana hates how small and pathetic her voice sounds. No wonder Rinne thought someone as weak as her needed protecting. It’s Kana’s own fault for drawing that kind of attention, isn’t it?]
She had a knife in her chest. There were– only one of them was in her chest. She was holding another knife with blood on it, a-and…she had a lot of cuts on her too? Like she’d fought…
[Kana swallows a lump building in her throat. Rinne had died violently, hadn’t she? She’s dead, and it’s all Kana’s fault. It has to be. The note feels like stone in her hand.]
…Satsuki noticed some stuff I didn’t. I don’t know what else happened. I…I’m sorry.
no subject
[Satsuki... moves to Kana's seat. She's just kind of shoving her way in there. Like a very large dog.]
Rinne... was stabbed in the back as well. Right above the heart. She was also clutching these hairs in her left hand.
[She places a Ziploc of a few long golden hairs on Kana's desk.]
She also had skin and blood under the fingernails of her right hand, the one she was holding the knife with.
Mods
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
[Maybe this is an addiction she should look at if she survives this.]
[Glancing down at Chris' empty desk beside her, she takes another deep breath before speaking.]
The kitchen was trashed. Thomasin, Kana, and Satsuki can give more details, but there was broken glass everywhere. A lot of it.
But also this-
[She indicates the Stanley bottle.]
And some crumbs I'm pretty sure came from cookies. Chocolate chip, if that makes a difference.
[no one saw her almost taste them shut up]
no subject
Did you eat them?
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
wait never mind i'm keeping this
no subject
Is there anything in the water bottle?
Mods
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
no subject
(no subject)
MODS
(no subject)
...
...
no subject
Anthy and I investigated the lounge. She can speak on her own part [let women speak!] but as to my own-- The TV was completely smashed in, which was the only piece of furniture that was damaged. I also found this:
[She places three pieces of evidence for people's perusal in a place where others can examine it, though she keeps one in her hand until she can explain it properly. First is some lined scratch paper that's been heavily burnt. Second, a charred piece of heavy cotton/nylon fabric in white. Third--]
There was also this note that I found beside the fireplace.
[And because this trial is going to give everyone secondhand embarrassment, probably, Mariko reads it out loud for everyone. She places it beside the other pieces of evidence for everyone's inspection. Then, primly;]
That's all.
no subject
[There was another one? Oh god. She feels sick hearing Mariko so easily spell out Rinne’s deepest feelings in front of everyone.
Kana holds her own note that she found close to her chest.]
Did you really have to read it out loud?
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
no subject
[This is the first time most of you have ever heard Satsuki curse.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
HAND CHECK
[Right after announcing this, Tiera starts circling the desks, holding out her own hand to compare with everyone else's. It's the most reliable comparison metric they have, after all. She's definitely going to press her hand against yours just to compare as thoroughly as possible, although she's very professional about it.]
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
WRAP-UP
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
injury check
[For transparency Hawke takes off her jacket and the flannel plaid underneath it to show her bare arms.]
no subject
She'll also show off her torso and legs, which are all uninjured as well.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
Re: injury check
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
no subject
[As she turns back to the group at large, her eyes are wet and her mouth spread in a fixed, manic grin of desperation.]
You've all made up your minds already, right? Whatever else I say, I'm guilty, not like this is the first time I've had to deal with this.
[She tugs her jacket back on, forcefully, leaning on her desk.]
So fine, fine! Whatever. Rinne has to walk into the kitchen and start shit with me, and then Usagi-
[Vanity's voice cracks a little, for just a second, before she rallies. Her voice dead as she continues.]
-that idiot had to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
[She straightens up, mouth tight and arms folded.]
Go on and vote, then. I don't need to explain shit to the rest of you.
no subject
[ TRULY WISH THIS WAS NOT THE ENTIRETY OF THE TAG, BUT!! ]
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
disassociation cw
for posterity~
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
VOTING
I think we're at the part where you vote now. Majority rules, as always.
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
cw dissociation station
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
EXECUTION - alea iacta est
[ It’s not long before the lights go out, and the projector activates once again.
This time, the guilty party stands somewhere you haven’t been recently - outside the tower that stands above the front of the performing arts buildings. Those familiar with the building will recognize not only that she’s near the entrance that leads to the stairs directly to the top, but also that the message playing over the speakers on repeat is new. It’s also weird, like snippets of radio breaking through rhythmic bursts of static. ]
REACH ckt-ckt-ckt-ckt THE TOP OF THE ckt-ckt-ckt-ckt TOWER
[ Over and over again. The voices are never the same twice, but the message always is. And in Vanity goes, whether she believes that what she needs is at the top of this staircase or not.
And for a while, climbing the stairs is normal. The static and the radio start to bleed together in the tower, until they become ambient noise, but the clang of Vanity’s feet on the steel of the spiraling stairs is soon accompanied by more clanging. A lot more. And it’s not long before the cameras reveal the source: three different… things clambering up the railings.
One of them is a full-body mannequin, likely intended for on-stage use, but the others appear to be dressmaker’s dummies with gangly, improvised limbs attached, made of gathered and braided rope and fabric and pieces of wood. Each of them holds a sword, while the other three limbs move all with the interchangeable grace and intent of either an arm or a leg to hoist them up.
If Vanity was a little faster, maybe she’d stand a chance of getting to the top first. But that’s not what happens. She’s surrounded, both in front and behind, but also to the side.
The blades flash. One, two, and three, all through her.
The sound cuts out.
The lights go dark.
Something falls down the central shaft of the tower, hitting the bottom with a wet thud.
Vanity von Aegis is dead. ]
That wraps up this sordid little chapter of things well enough, I think. Isabella will lead you back to your dorms.
no subject
When the mannequins clamor up the railings free her hand flies to her mouth in shock. What the hell are those? How are they moving? What could have made them-?
Too bad. What're you gonna do, k-
One, two, three swords pierce her roommate and Hawke barely stops herself from screaming when the thud hits.]