THIRD TRIAL

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Trial III

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From what you can see, all the lights in the opera house are turned on. Only when you enter and see the open doors that lead into the main theater, you can see that room's lights are currently turned off. It's very dark in there.

Like before, Rembrandt escorts everybody to the stage. In the dark you still can see the many blue-eyed things you may be getting used to. They're still very scared of Rembrandt, staying as far away from the assistant as possible. The stage is illuminated by the spotlights, the only light in this theater.

The Lady and Rembrandt are at their balcony. She stands up, addressing the group:

"After the fiasco somebody I won't name caused yesterday, I'm glad to see someone else had the courage to do what was needed. This time it's a valid murder. To the culprit: I wish you good luck, darling. Let's see you get away with this murder."

Someone seems to be pleased, unfortunately. Anything that makes the Lady pleased can't be good, can it?

Let the trial for the death of Olivert Reise Arnor and Sirius begin.

[OOC NOTE: From the halfway point of the trial and onwards, you'll have the option to ask the masterminds for the chance to get a hint! Be warned, though: the price will involve some body horror for your character. Keep that in mind when deciding to use this option!]

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[reanbeans]

[ Rean's here, looking like himself, though a little tired and doing his best to hide how he felt. ]

...I looked into the kitchen, alongside Seteth. There was a dried pool of blood was in one corner of the kitchen, with a puddle of black and ivory-colored paint nearby.

The pool of blood's moderately sized, showing it'd been disturbed and had movement at the edges, streaks extending outwards towards the freezer, though the marks ended before they properly reach the other room.

There was a pool smell at edges of the paint puddle, which was also streaky but smudged.

[drydrown]

...Why would someone bring paint to the kitchen, of all places?

[bawcock]

That's a good question. Was paint found anywhere else? Uh, besides Sirius.

[reanbeans]

My first thought was that, for whatever reason, they decided it'd be a good place to actually paint something. Though that doesn't really make sense.

[ Like what even, he didn't know what to make of that. ]

[deadlygoals]

I can think of three possibilities. [ Just ticking off a finger with each thing. ] They were carrying the paint already on them, they wanted to implicate someone who uses paint, or they needed it for the crime.

[ The paint is whack, yo ]

[drydrown]

...Illusio is the only reason I can think of that such a thing would be required.

[p_q]

You did say you found belongings on a piano, did you not?

[drydrown]

I did. Why?

[p_q]

The colors of the paint seem unusual.

[Well, painting during a murder also seems unusual but eh.]

[deadlygoals]

We don't know everyone's powers, either.

[ So there could be a couple more illusio's here ]

[ortion]

[Dist has been rubbing his chin thoughtfully during all this paint talk.]

It seems a bit...unnecessary to mix paints for Illusio, wouldn't you think?

[And this is Dist, who does unnecessary things all the time for #Aesthetic.

He glances at Rean.]

Was there anything else interesting about the paint puddle?

[reanbeans]

...No, not really. The only thing to really note besides what I mentioned initially is that the ivory seemed to be there for the accents, and I saw more of it under the black because I dug into the pile to see if there was anything hidden, but nothing else.

[ Mystery paint deluxe ... ]

[baitless]

I also found, erm, these cleaning products and... associated items.

[He produces the dishwasher detergent, bleach and glass cleaner as well as the steak fork with the weird black mush on the end.]

There was a mop there as well, along with a bucket of... blood and paint, I believe. I found whatever this is- [he gestures at the steak fork] at the bottom of the bucket, which also seemed to contain... blood and paint, I believe. I don't know anything about those cleaning products, so... would they produce something like that?

[pr159]

Mixing them together probably produced the gas we all had the pleasure of inhaling.

[twoasone]

[ His eyebrow twitches in irritation. ] Wonderful, so whoever cleaned that room had no idea how to mix cleaning solution. I'd be surprised if that person hadn't succumbed to illness by now.

[bawcock]

I'm not sure about that. We shouldn't rule out the possibility that someone mixed all those cleaners intentionally.

[twoasone]

... That is a good point.

[baitless]

What ways are there to protect yourself from that? I'd imagine covering your face would help, but...

[baitless]

...Oh.

...

You use those things to clean with?

[pr159]

Well, they do typically have warnings on them not to mix them with other chemicals.

[reanbeans]

[ ... What the frick is that ]

Can I see that fork for a moment?

[ He wondered if it looked the same as the mixture pile he been examining earlier. ]

[baitless]

Certainly. Here you are.

[he'll hand it over!]

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[reanbeans]

[ So does this look and feel like the same mixture he had been messing around with in the kitchen earlier? ]

[umbralant]

[It does! Like, if you dipped it in a mixture of water and assorted cleaning products, that is. Yum.]

[inordertobelieve]

Why did they bother to clean most of the room and then leave the paint blood mixture behind...?