The past several weekends have been an unrelenting barrage of death in particularly disturbing manners; either the method or the number of people, sometimes both, have been particularly extreme. This week has seen fewer dead than the last; however, the way that that one kill seems to have happened...
It's not a particularly good tradeoff.
Either way, however, expectations still need to be met and investigations still need to be carried out; once the allotted time has passed, those doors in the center of the second corridor slide open once again, the sight managing to be at the same time familiar and unwelcoming. The fluorescent overhead lights of the operating theater beam down, flooding the room with bright and steady light as soon as the first person walks in; the seats surrounding the podium circle in the center of the room remain as empty as ever. Four more are gone, their absence notated by their portraits joining the others in watching the proceedings through greyed-out and unseeing eyes, Kogami, Madison, Sakura Matou, and Osomatsu's podiums all draped in black.
Once everyone has found their place in the circle, the public-address system comes to life once again in a light crackle of static; the Transmitter can be heard throughout the room shortly thereafter.
"Fraternal is dead. You guys...you know what to do. Put together what you've found and try to seek out the guilty. You know what'll happen if you can't.
Good luck."
Eleven Patients remain. We'll see how many leave at the end of the day.
Hmm... well, it is possible for heat to cauterize wounds and stop them from bleeding, but that often depends on a lot of factors: the strength of the blaze, the severity of one's injuries and amount of blood, room temperature or accelerant that was used, things like that.
Since we can't go back and check, guess we have no idea. Still seems odd. A lot of shit about this seems odd, and a lot of shit about you.
I know you can sew, 'cause you stitched up my hand. You obviously know enough about anatomy to figure out which stab wounds would be near fatal, but you didn't tell us about that before someone else asked about it.
Did you kill him?
Edited (im still picky and still hungry) 2017-07-22 19:03 (UTC)
Absolutely not. All I did was examine the body and answer what was asked of me here, like I always do during these wretched things.
Besides, you don't stitch wounds with thread and needle from the sewing room, that's stupid. Remember the kit I brought from the infirmary to stitch your hand with?
[ Her clothes are her usual stripperiffic fare! Nothing different here. She'll need to take off her gloves again, but they're clean with no wounds. Once she gets those off, she'll lay out her room key and a ballpoint pen on the podium.
Something to note: she brought two fruit knives for the fruits she brought to the trial, which is visible on the side of the basket she brought them in. ]
[ His hands and clothes are clean. He's also back in his normal outfit for this as opposed to the yukata, like he was last trial. And he's just got his room key like usual, in addition to the dagger he presented earlier. ]
[ His hands are clean with the usual rings on it and his clothes are as they've always been. In his pockets is his roomkey and lipstick. Nothing noteworthy! ]
HAND & CLOTHES CHECK
He does do it softer than before, at least. ]
Need to see your hands and check your clothes. Might as well empty your pockets too.
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His lab coat does have a slight amount of blood around the edges of the sleeves, although he is quick to point out--]
Unfortunately, I wasn't able to completely avoid getting some of his blood on my sleeves here when checking Osomatsu's injuries earlier.
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[Danny carefully removes his lab coat so that everyone can see the vest and dress shirt underneath. There doesn't appear to be blood on them.]
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... Outta curiosity, wouldn't the blood near the body be dry 'cause it was near the fire?
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I know you can sew, 'cause you stitched up my hand. You obviously know enough about anatomy to figure out which stab wounds would be near fatal, but you didn't tell us about that before someone else asked about it.
Did you kill him?
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Absolutely not. All I did was examine the body and answer what was asked of me here, like I always do during these wretched things.
Besides, you don't stitch wounds with thread and needle from the sewing room, that's stupid. Remember the kit I brought from the infirmary to stitch your hand with?
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[Pointing to the tablet you've got there.]
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[In case he left anything behind digitally.]
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[ Her clothes are her usual stripperiffic fare! Nothing different here. She'll need to take off her gloves again, but they're clean with no wounds. Once she gets those off, she'll lay out her room key and a ballpoint pen on the podium.
Something to note: she brought two fruit knives for the fruits she brought to the trial, which is visible on the side of the basket she brought them in. ]
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As for her pockets, she just has her room key and a guitar pick, same as usual.
She is also carrying a large glass full of a vodka-based drink, because it's that kind of day. ]
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