[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.

links.
Evidence
Profiles
Vote Now

Comments

[robomin]

Yes... more than one.

[yourfuture]

Can you point to a big one for me real quick, Viv?

[robomin]

[Absolutely. She'll point out the main camera-- it's small so you probably can't even see it, but-- trust her. It's there.]

[yourfuture]

Thanks, girl, hate you a little less!

[ and that compliment having gone through...

Tess is going to flip that camera the double bird. ]

I'm not even gonna yell for this one, since that's what you picked me for. Y'all suck and as soon as this is over Imma find you and the shitty edgy philosophy IRC channel you crawled out from and wreck your shit. Salt the fuckin Earth.

[tiehard]

Noice.

[yourfuture]

[ thumbs up! ]

[escardos]

You go, Tess! Salt the Earth!

[ he has no idea what that means. ]

[yourfuture]

... God bless you, Flat.