EXAM 2

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Exam 2.

[ Like last time, the exam begins with the desks 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 deceased. 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.

Han is at the front of the classroom again, looking noticeably neutral about the entire setup. His laptop is closed behind him. ]

You know the drill. [his voice sounds soft, tight.]

Be careful with who you pick, as they'll be answering for their crime with their life.

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. ]

Examination START.

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[donotlick]

[ Hank grimaces at the question, but he knew it was coming eventually. ]

My son. [ He sighs, steeling himself. ] His name was Cole. He's dead.

[devotingly]

[ wELL THAT MAKES WAVER FEEL AWFUL, THANKS

he looks down, clearly ashamed of himself from their conversation in the first week. ]

I’m sorry. It must’ve been awful.

[donotlick]

[ MMMMmmmmyeah now you get to appreciate the context for that conversation, huh Waver? ]

Yeah. It fucking sucked.

[ He sighs again. It won't help his case if he doesn't talk, so he talks. ]

The hallucinations themselves weren't that bad. It's what they do to me that sucks. I was seeing... Cole at sixteen, coming home from junior prom. Or Cole smiling at me cause he'd won some Little League game. Or... all the shit he never got. The life he could've had.

[ Hank's gonna stare down at his desk and get real quiet now, thanks. ]

[devotingly]

[ ...well, that makes waver feel terrible, honestly. he thinks about how he never had parents to see him become a mage of the clock tower and wonders what it would’ve been like to have some support...

he sighs, his expression still serious ]

That sounds like it would drive anyone insane.

[donotlick]

[ Hank takes a while to respond. He's, y'know, trying not to crumble because It's Police Time. ]

Nothing I haven't lived with for the past three years. It's shit I already think about every day.

[throwabookatit]

[ dad..... ]

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

[Hank.... ]

[itwasfeyt]

[Maya noticeably winces.]

Hank...

[ososoi]

[ ...Oh dad... ]

...Oji-san?

[covertizer]

[ ah. ]