FIRST TRIAL.

[eggmobile]

[Eventually, when you are all gathered, the elevator jerks. Not in some Rod Serling Theme Park ride manner, but much more creaky. The elevator glides upwards, incredibly far up, before coming to a stop at a room you’ve never seen before.]

[The room shares a similar aesthetic to the control center, each portion of the wall covered in television monitors. They all display a bright blue screen at the moment, save for twenty additional monitors hanging from the ceiling like chandeliers. Each of those display the face of the good Doctor Eggman.

The only furnishings in the room are a table and chairs - the table is excessively long enough to seat all of you at the moment. Every chair corresponds to a different room, and each is marked with a nameplate corresponding to the room’s occupant. The unoccupied rooms are unmarked save for numbers, with no nameplates at all. Wilkins’ empty chair bares both his name, and a very ominous coffee scent.

In front of each chair are very small microphones kept in stands, just in case you need to speak up, as well as keyboards built into the table.

Once you are all seated, Doctor Eggman speaks.]

Now that you’ve all gathered, here are the rules! You must discuss the crime, and once you believe you have figured out your culprit, you may input their name in the keyboard in front of you! Take all the time you need, of course.

Failure to vote will result in your execution, and the same will follow should you fail to identify the culprit! How does that sound to you all?

Comments

[clawhands]

That may have been the case. Do you think that the victim may have suffered wounds as a result of the struggle? After all, the mouth had blood on it. Or maybe they might have felt fibers under their fingernails.

[liv_nye_the_science_pi]

Oh- hm. Yes, I suppose that would be a step towards actually solving the question of who's responsible here.

[Right, right, they're supposed to be doing a thing.]

[masterbreaker]

... Did you forget that we’re supposed to be solving a murder here?

[ Not like he cares. He just doesn’t feel like dying today. ]

[liv_nye_the_science_pi]

Murder is mundane. I was focusing on the possibly new information.

[Little bit.]

[clawhands]

Or maybe they still have blood on them.

It'd be awfully helpful if they had the murder weapon still on them!

[liv_nye_the_science_pi]

That would be incredibly helpful, but I doubt we can count on it, Mister Cop. Unless our culprit really has no idea what they're doing.

[Dennis.]

So we'll need to check for wounds, or at least blood splatter, and traces of felt fabric under fingernails.

fingernail check

[clawhands]

That's correct, ma'am!

[Ah. Good Cop's here to help.]

I can check for felt fabric--I've got a keen eye for details, after all.

[Also, it's easier for him to see because he's so small.]

Come along, everyone! If you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear!

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[masterbreaker]

[ Get a load of these claw hands! He’s clean! ]

[clawhands]

[Bad Cop looks disappointed.]

You're fine.

[masterbreaker]

I know.

[ He just..... swivels his hair out of his face. He didn’t mean that fine! ]

[clawhands]

[It takes a moment for Bad Cop to realize what Rex means.]

Not like that, you idiot!

[Rex is going to get punched in the gut.]

[liv_nye_the_science_pi]

[Yeah, sure, she'll go along with this. It's probably the cutest CSI investigation she's had to undergo, if nothing else.]

[Her fingers are- well, honestly, they're pretty bloody at this point, but she was the one doing most of the corpsetouching. And there's not any felt under her nails, except what she might've picked up during said corpsetouching. Nothing wedged in like she was tearing a Muppet apart, at least.]

[clawhands]

Might wanna wash your hands after this ordeal, ma'am. Otherwise, you're fine!

[conditionally]

[ His nails are clean. ]

[tedioustrivium]

Must we? I'd rather not any muck messing up my hands.

[clawhands]

I'm afraid it's a necessary procedure, sir! If you would please show your hands, this'll be over in a jiffy.

[tedioustrivium]

How about we make a game of it? Defeat me in a children's card game first.

[clawhands]

Oooh! Sounds like fun!

[Unfortunately, Bad Cop cuts him off.]

WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THAT!

[windmage]

[Good thing it's the lego person, because if it was anyone else normal sized trying to get in Vaati's personal space to look at his hands, they would probably get attacked. He gives Good Cop a look that promises death if they make physical contact with him as they dare to come close to where he's sitting, but Good Cop should be able to see from this height and angle that his hands and fingernails are clean at least.]

[clawhands]

[rip good cop]

Thank you, sir!

[tragikos]

I would not ruin my nails like this. ( look at her still decently manicured and nice clean nails )

[clawhands]

[Good Cop nods.]

Your nails look very nice, ma'am! Did you do them yourself?

[tragikos]

You are absolutely too cute and sweet to have done this. ( who knows about bad cop... but she likes this one. )

But no. I got them done for college. Except now they're for here.

[clawhands]

Aw, that's kind of you to say. Well, I think whoever did them did a swell job.

[umslay]

If. They might have used their own hands to rip it apart. Someone strong enough to drag the body away.

Which leaves us with practically anyone taller than me.