RECORDING 3: THE FIRST TRIAL

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The worst has happened... and now you're all here, in the living room where you first met Todd. As all of you enter, the Vessel is there - glowering at all of you, still missing the arm Dazai shorn from him with his touch.

On one of the tables away from the center is a small enclosed box entitled 'VOTES', with slips of paper nearby and a pen. It's sufficiently away from what will be the 'main' action, but not enough to really give anyone complete privacy as they vote.

Once everyone is inside, the doors automatically shut and lock themselves, leaving you trapped in here with the Vessel...and each other.

One of you is a murderer...however, in this game, the guilty do not need to be voted out. As long as there are enough people voted out that matches the victims...then it will be accepted.

...But, can you really let someone get away with murder...?

The choice...is up to you.

VICTIM: OLYMPIA
PEOPLE TO VOTE OUT: 1

WEEK 1 VOTING

Comments

[golden_dream]

THEN HEAL HER TOO!!

[Unhinged, she'll reach forward and grab the lapels of his coat/jacket/shirt/whatever]

Go back and heal her too if they can heal him!!

[golden_dream]

Surgery? Don't sugarcoat it, he should be dead after that!!

[...calms herself.]

O... Okay. Who's Jack? I can't... I'm a little unsure. [...]

--I'll just say I lost it, fainted, and didn't see it. Does that work?

[finalring]

People have survived worse. But yes, without proper treatment he... would have died.

[ and that is not easy for him to say at all. it's only been a week and he has already grown attached to him. ]

That works. [ a nod. ] I know that you two care about each other a lot, so I didn't want to go through this without telling you first.

[baitless]

...I... excuse me?

[he’s just kind of taking it, because he does kind of deserve it for not finding a better way to knock her nephew out, but... is she talking Olympia?]

We’ll... take care of Olympia when we’ve escaped. I do not know how effective it will be, but we do have a chance.

EXECUTION: GURNEY'S CYLINDRICAL CHARGE EQUATION

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[once all the votes are in, there's a stomp as Todd comes forward - and wherever Sho is, He's suddenly lifted into the air by 'arms' of miasma, to float in front of Todd.]

Well, you've been voted out. Not that it's any kind of surprise, right? You were stupid enough to kill so sloppily, so of course they'd figure out who you were.

[Sho opens his mouth to say something, but -]

No, shut up.

[Those same hands of miasma clamp his mouth shut, holding it closed.

Todd moves Sho out of the way, as he faces everyone else - and they'll notice bits of his skin are starting to evaporate back into Miasma.]

Listen up, Fuckers! The new Vessel has been chosen. You'll have to deal with them for the next week - or maybe I should say they'll have to deal with your stupid asses.

Not like I give a shit anymore. I'm going back to us again, so you'll probably feel me around.

But, before I go...

[He moves Sho in front of him again, the bomb appearing in his remaining arm. There's no ice around it any longer, but it isn't going off...

And then with a sickening squelch, he buries the bomb in Sho's guts, just under the sternum - twisting for good measure.

He stares impassively as the miasma begins to lift Sho up in the air, far above them all...and with the blood still staining his hand, he lifts it straight up in air above him.]

'Fireworks are the most beautiful,' huh? I agree.

Let's show them the greatest fireworks in the world, Reaper.

...See you later, bastards.

[Todd snaps his fingers, vanishing into Miasma - but no one would have noticed.

No, what takes everyone's attention...Is the blooming of an art piece that can only be repeated once. A beautiful, grotesque sight..

As Sho's torso explodes, blood and bits showering everyone in the living room in gore as his limbs and head fly up in the air, and then crash to earth. If one's unlucky, they may just catch his head, or his remaining arm, or perhaps even his legs.

As the smell of dust and blood settle in the air after such a horrible sight, everyone present can hear delighted giggling from the miasma around them...

Sho Minamimoto is dead.]

27 PEOPLE REMAIN.

[tsunderine]

This is so gross?

[UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH]

[groans. all over her nice outfit, too]

[zweivoltage]

[Ky watches impassively, though he notes. Is anyone killed made to serve as the vessel? As Sho is lifted up and the bomb appears - it doesn't take a genius to see what will happen.

And he only lifted his arm to shield his face from the ensuing gore, but otherwise, neither the gore or the blood splatter, or the limbs seem to phase him at all]

...

[Then quietly, he holds his crucifix in his offhand, murmuring a prayer as he makes the sign of the cross]

[ghostricked]

[Sissel manages to dodge the biggest flying bits but his dark fur is soon tacky in blood.]

Damnit... should I have kept my mouth shut?

[notbymyside]

[This is just. Mildly horrifying, yes.

Give him a moment, he needs to recover.]

[accessorytomurder]

...

[One moment, Sho was in her arms, mulishly silent. The next, he was being pulled away—and then—

—he was everywhere—

—and now...

Now Hitoka stares, transfixed, at the messily severed head in her arms.

She sways on her feet, and her knees give out.

A whimper crawls out of her throat, and she begins to shake.]

[golden_dream]

[god, if he only knew]

...Okay. I understand.

...But, Doctor, why would he have some power like that? You're saying he can warp reality... just from being stubborn?

[noneforall]

[Uhhhhh. Stands here with his barrier still up........ shield crew is free to spectate flying organs or watch them hit the barrier if they want, if they're still around. Subete is just kind of watching with a faintly bemused expression.]

Do I want to know what he means by new Vessel?

[impyroverished]

[Oh, geez. Emil feels like he'll never feel clean again.

Time to leave and try to get it all off himself]

[oxidegreen]

[She's just been healing people from a distance so uh yeah she's going to duck in here thanks.]

[soupervillain]

[ Giovanni just stares. And stares, and keeps staring. For a very long time. ]

[lightreaching]

[ Flayn has her staff in hand, and reflexively holds it above her when the explosion happens...not that it helps.

She looks distressed but probably not as much as one would expect for having a person explode on them. ]

Goddess, how vile.

[finalring]

Are you afraid of baths?

[ being a cat and all. ]

[eyeforai]

[dammit now he's gonna have to wash his trench coat again

He'll at least manage to block the worst of it from hitting his face because why this!!]

Damn it...

[golden_dream]

[Something hits her in the face, something hits her in the clothes, the arms, the legs, and she looks down and sees nothing but red, dripping, dark... and the stench...

No, it's too much for her, she's falling to her knees right there and experiencing another flashback.]

No... no... no!!

[zweivoltage]

[He seems to jolt... there are civilians here. People not used to things like this. While he did look like a horror show like everyone else, his hand starts to rest on her shoulder]

Let's get you out of here, Miss Yachi.

[boardreversal]

[YOU KNOW, HE WAS ALREADY COVERED IN A BIT OF SHO'S BLOOD? But at the explosion and feeling something warm splattered on him, Battler's already waking up.]

....H-huh? Nnn....what's -

[And then he freezes, visibly stuck in a flashback, just like Rosa.]

....What....What the hell....happened...?

[noneforall]

[Hella avoiding doing laundry high-five......]

[finalring]

Ugh-

[ well, this is definitely not the worst thing that he has seen happen, but it's up there.

what disturbs him more is the giggle of the miasma. is it laughing at them? or at the horrifying death?

he doesn't want to find out. ]

[cw_suicide]

[oh, wow. this was so not necessary. fuck you, Todd.

but Dazai's kneeling next to her and gently trying to get the head from her.]

[accessorytomurder]

[Sorry, Miss Yachi can't come to the phone right now!

She's a bit busy hyperventilating and reflexively clutching the fucking disembodied head that fell into her arms.]