[Entrance Exam] Final Exam

[lockdownmods]

Final Exam.

[ It's all happened very suddenly, but regardless, you're here now. The evidence has been examined and collected. You've now been ushered into the classroom to discuss the murder of the great detective himself, Sherlock Holmes. The traditional set up has been disturbed-- all the desks are now arranged in a perfect circle; one desk for each person that's participating in the program. There are nameplates for everyone, and they have been bolted to each of the desks, facing the inside of the circle...

...including the names of the ones who are no longer with you, the Prospect of Elucidating and the Prospect of Murder. Their chairs have been placed on top of their desks, signifying that they will not be needed. Above of their desks are holograms of their portraits from their profiles, grayed out and bloodstained.

At the front of the classroom, Vivienne sits anxiously behind the teacher's desk. The projector shows Sherlock's portrait, along with five other portraits that are listed under an auspicious header. ]



Victim.






Suspects.



[ The physical evidence tray sits in the middle of the circle of desks; you all have the Evidence app on your tablets to access photo evidence. And although she appears reluctant, Vivienne gives some final instructions. ]

Your final test... is to find the culprit. Naturally... the person you find guilty will be... punished... so... make sure you look for an answer you're... confident in. An error in judgment would be... cruelly... fatal...

Examination START.

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Comments

[recodified]

Even with your own death on the line?

[curseoclock]

Pfffff.

I can't remember a time when that wasn't the case!

[recodified]

That doesn't mean you should accept it.

[curseoclock]

Boy, you're really hung up on this, huh?

[recodified]

Why shouldn't I be? Without a code of honor to prevent such things, what are you even living for?

[curseoclock]

Whoa, hey, I still got a code! Maybe it's all messed up, but I still got one. I just don't sweat the big stuff so much.

[recodified]

[ She shakes her head. ]

I can't understand. This isn't... This isn't anything like the fighting I've done.

[curseoclock]

Oh. Aw, geez. Sorry. Guess this is kinda hard on you, huh? [He doesn't get The Issue, but he gets that for her there's an issue?]

[recodified]

There's no honor in this. There's no laws that make sense. [ So, yes, hard is the way it is. ] And I can't understand why anyone would accept it.

[curseoclock]

This kinda thing doesn't usually make sense. ...Do you want me to dial it down, would that help? ["It" being... his whole deal, basically.]

[recodified]

[ She hesitates for a moment. Asking a favor, in all this, it seems... ]

...I would appreciate that. Yes. Thank you.

[curseoclock]

Alright, I'll try then. Officially dialing it down! You can scratch me if I forget.

[recodified]

...You aren't bad for a human, Henry.

[curseoclock]

Aw, thanks!