week 3, saturday

[ninjay]

[ so, soon after that clusterfuck of a trial ends, the three hunters will all find their way back to room 112. even though their next meeting is just a few days away, sometimes you just can't wait that long.

as soon as the door closes behind him, jay will look at his two companions, not looking very pleased. ]

All three of us were sloppy tonight. We may have painted targets on ourselves if anyone was watching too closely.

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[nowyouseeit]

. . . yeah. There's no reason to be angry with you. Velvet painted you into a corner, for no reason whatsoever.

[. . .]

I think there's one important thing we can take away from Mira's last ditch effort at saving herself, too.

Her group-- the Prophets-- know about Craftly's rebellion.

[thawedheart]

...either they know or they suspect.

[She can't help but think that, either. And what Mira kept saying to her keeps playing through her mind -

I wasn't pretending in that moment. I was giving you a warning.]

Either way, we're in more danger than we were before. Especially after... the way we reacted. [Or. Overreacted.] The others were... probably watching to see how people would react to Mira-san's suggestion about voting for Craftly-san...

[ninjay]

Luckily for us, a lot of other people were vehemently against executing Craftly. That definitely worked in our favor.

[ jay doesn't know what they would have done if there were more people on the fence. it could have gone either way. ]

But now that option is on the table, and people may return to it in later trials. Especially ones where we don't know who the murderer is. I'm sure people would prefer to vote for him versus voting blindly. If we lose him, we may be unable to check for Prophets, and if that happens...

[nowyouseeit]

We're screwed.

[putting it bluntly]

If the Prophets already suspect that there's a rebellion, then maybe it can't hurt to finally let everyone know we're here.

Craftly wanted to keep it on the down low, but. . .

[can they, while also keeping him safe?]

[thawedheart]

...what if we didn't make ourselves known, exactly?

[Yukina's voice is a little hesitant.]

What if we called out the Prophets, instead?

[ninjay]

We can make the message vague enough so that it won't point fingers directly at us, but it'll still give out information. Like... "One down, two to go," or something along those lines? If the Prophets do suspect us, that will basically confirm that we exist for them. But the others may not piece that bit together.

[ which is fine. as long as they give some sort of hint about the prophets' existence, and that there may be another way to solve this without murdering everyone until there's only three left. ]

[nowyouseeit]

[mrrrrgh. he scowls]

No. That's too vague. That's enough for people to assume that Mira was right, and that they should have voted for Craftly instead of her.

We need something more concrete. Something. . .

[he pauses. things. tests the words out on his lips, before speaking them]

"To those who have sold their humanity to a bloodthirsty god to satisfy their selfish desires: I know Mira was not the only one. I will stop you."

First person singular, to throw people off the scent. Sign it with an explorer's name. Ferdinand Magellan, to allude to the Explorer's role.

[thawedheart]

...you sound like you've done this before, Kaito-san.

[Is this the skillset of a thief?]

[ninjay]

I'm impressed. And pointing it at me instead of the two of you does make sense. I'm the most expendable of the group.

[ he thinks it over, before nodding. ]

Let's do it. How will we deliver the message?

[nowyouseeit]

[. . . DUDE!!]

That's not why I--! We just talked about pretending the Explorer role was capable of learning more about the game, that's all!

[SHEESH]

. . . we ask Craftly to post it on the bulletin board. Monday morning, before everyone wakes up. We also make sure someone other than us scribes it.

[thawedheart]

Don't say that! You aren't expendable...

[Yukina's voice is a little sharp - sorry, Jay. She's just really touchy about the idea of her friends (friends? When did they become friends, not just allies?) dying.

...once she's managed to take a breath and calm down, though, she nods.]

Craftly-san could probably write it... we'd just have to tell him what we wanted written.

[ninjay]

[ he presses his lips into a thin line. jay thinks it's obvious that his role is the more useless one when compared to theirs, but this isn't really a hill he cares about enough to die on. ]

He wrote out the note for the Ghost for the trial. His handwriting should be recognizable, which means that people shouldn't waste time pointing fingers. [ ... ] Then again, they enjoy wasting time, so who knows. But let's do it.

[nowyouseeit]

[a curt nod]

Right. Let's. Tonight, even. So we can get it out of the way and prepare ourselves for Monday.

[thawedheart]

...mm. Do you think he'll answer the door now, if we knock...?

[Well, only one way to find out.]

[ninjay]

We might as well try.

[ and interrupt him drinking himself to an early death ig ]

[nowyouseeit]

All right. Let's go.

-- and when we're done, remind me to tell you guys what Andersen told me after the trial.

[thawedheart]

...what Andersen-san told you...?

[ONWARD THEY GO who wants to do the honors]

[ninjay]

[ not it ]

You can tell us now.

[nowyouseeit]

[KAITO WILL DO IT]

[knock knock murderdad]

Andersen spoke to the private investigator. The tape recorder recorded footsteps running from the Dark Room to the opposite end of the hallway at 7:55 a.m. Friday morning. It also recorded two doors opening and closing: the Dark Room, and one other.

He's taking this to mean Mira wasn't working alone. We already know she wasn't. What I'm most interested in is the fact that someone left their room and returned to it at approximately 8 a.m. Friday morning.

Wouldn't someone's roommate notice that?

[thawedheart]

...unless they no longer had a roommate, or their roommate was sleeping somewhere else.

Or... they were in a deep enough sleep to be groggy enough not to notice. Akira-san didn't notice that Rachel-san was missing before he went to take a shower...

[knock knock knock, time to wait...]

[ninjay]

For people who wouldn't have had a roommate during that time period, it would be Saya, Percival, Akira, Girge, and Andersen. Percival had said he hadn't woken up when Marty left the room, but he also could have been lying if he's a Prophet. Although like Yukina said, they could have just slept through it.

[ TIME TO WAIT... ]

Out of all of those, we've already said we want to check Girge, and I think Percival should be on our list considering he knows Yukina's role. Did Andersen say exactly where it was placed? Do you know if there's a specific range?

[nowyouseeit]

It was placed on the stairwell, and recorded someone coming from across the hall. Andersen said the recorder can only pick up on things within its proximity, and we're interpreting that to mean that whoever ran from the Dark Room has to have a room on the second floor.

Further. . . we think that since the recorder picked up on footsteps coming all the way across the hall, that it's likely the owner was someone from rooms 115 to 119.

I think it's most likely someone in either 118 or 119 myself, but I haven't listened to the tape yet.

[thawedheart]

...I think that makes sense. But... the people in those rooms have roommates, don't they?

[Then again, one of them is Velvet. So there's that. Even if she was caught in Light's trap, Yukina's...

Well, she's not sure she's going to get over it easily, although she'd like to.]

I don't suppose it will be possible for Andersen-san to let all three of us listen to it...?

[ninjay]

[ it's fine, jay is totally holding a grudge against velvet. sometimes you gotta be petty. ]

Or at least you, Kaito, if he won't trust the rest of us. [ actually, that reminds him. ] Chie is the Chef and Dirk is the Photographer. Jake is the one who told me Dirk's role, but I'm going to try to see if Dirk has taken pictures of anything that might be of interest.

[nowyouseeit]

I'll ask. Andersen pretty much confirmed my suspicions about him being the Private Investigator, and I think. . . he trusts me more now than he did before.

[they had a heart-to-heart]