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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Jacket & Shirt Check

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

Considering that someone went so far as to throw these over The Wall.... I um... I think it's safe to say that they were particularly worried about this evidence in particular being incriminating.... and it's not Henry's... so the owner is likely the culprit. So... can all the suspects please try these clothes on?

[Poe... really looks awkward the whole time he's speaking. He did not want to be the one to cat herd, but it was his idea so... god he's going to be embarrassed if this turns up nothing.]

[buriedearth]

... Might as well hand it over, then.

[ He'll try it on, sure. ]

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[it fits.]

[swordsinternally]

[ Now that he's done being embarrassed by his alibi, he's just... he's done. Let's focus on the more important things. ]

I don't mind, hand it over and I'll try it on.

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[it is very big on him.]

[donotlick]

[ Hank is gonna go ahead and humor Poe since it did a pretty good job of narrowing down the list last time. ]

Alright, let's see this thing.

[ Hank is thoroughly grossed out by the idea of putting on a jacket that used to carry a head but he'll take one for the team and try it on. ]

What's with the sleeves being cut, anyway?

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[it fits, though a little tightly.]

[sendintheclown]

[With an anguished sigh of having to remove his cloak, he offers himself up to try it on.]

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[it is big on him]

[machrophage]

Very well. Pass it around.

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[it fits]

[donotlick]

[ Hank looks at the sleeves, then at Viral's big mole hands. ]

Yeah, that tracks. What were you doing Thursday night, Viral?

[machrophage]

I already answered that - I went back to my room as usual. I'm not especially prone to being out at night.

[donotlick]

Alright, lemme change it up.

[ he's not enjoying this, but he's a cop after all. ]

Is this your jacket, Viral? Because the sleeves match your hands. Or, uh, claws, I guess.

[machrophage]

[Nobody is enjoying this.]

My clothes have modified sleeves to accommodate my hands.

[And while he is wearing the suit he wore on the first day instead of the uniform, it's clear that the sleeves of it are sewn wider than they would be for a human.]

[donotlick]

[ HmmmmmMMmmmMM yeah. Yeah. ]

So, you gonna explain yourself, or am I gonna have to go all bad cop to get you to talk?

[machrophage]

I didn't even have a uniform the first day, if you recall. The incompetents at this school did at least manage to figure that part out.

[donotlick]

[ Sounds like Viral is choosing bad cop. ]

It's still yours, dammit! Nobody else would need to do this shit with the sleeves. Terra and I sure fucking wouldn't.

[throwabookatit]

Hold on, Lieutenant. We have a Home EC room, don't we? It'd be very easy for someone to realize modifying a uniform would be a quick way to throw everyone off.

We can't say it's his for sure, not when it fits others.

[donotlick]

Sorry, Rebecca, but that doesn't fit.

This wasn't some premeditated frame-up, otherwise why crush the bottle? Why get all that fucking Febreeze, if they knew where Henry would be? We were all fucked in the head from the hallucinations, and the killer would've had to know where Henry was going to be that night, to pull this kind of a plan.

Did anybody else know Henry was gonna kill Hale, that night?

[buriedearth]

[ And for what it's worth, he'll add in his own comment, frowning: ]

He's got a point. Neither of us would, but with you, it's different.

[lovedanime]

But why did it smell like the head? Maybe the sleeves were cut for a totally different reason! To make it easier to hold the head wrapped up in the jacket!

Why can't any of the culprits be normal...

[sendintheclown]

How can people keep forgetting the head?

[He reassuringly pats the jar, don't listen to them Grantaire.]

[machrophage]

Not even to frame someone? It'd be a better attempt than that note last time.

[donotlick]

[ He comes back to this because, hey. ]

Answer my question. Was this your damn jacket?