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The People Charge Yale with Complicity in the Frame-up of the New Haven 9. 1970.

Nine Black Panthers were charged with involvement in the murder of one of their members, Alex Rackley, who had been suspected of being an FBI informant.

This newspaper back-page poster publicizes a three-day event for the beginning of May to protest the trial. The program included speeches from Artie Seale, wife of Black Panthers president Bobby Seale (who was one of the accused on trial), and French writer Jean Genet, with music performed by Santana. These events led directly to the May Day riots in New Haven on May 1, 1970, the height of student unrest at Yale in the period.

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“You’re so pathetic and stupid.”, she says after Hibiki’s done talking, staring right at Shinichi, “Ya said people don’t deserve or deserved to die but ya send ‘em –us– to this hell anyway?”, she closes her eyes, thoughtfully, “ya sure can say a lot of dumb stuff in a real short time frame, can’t ya?”

She tilts her head up, eyes still closed, is she thinking about his words or thinking of her own?

“I can agree with somethin’, though.”, she finally says after a while, “No one deserves to die, that includes ya”, her tone is anything but kind, it’s bitter and angry still, only getting worse the more she talks, “You’re too pathetic, miserable, worthless, too much of a coward, too terrible a person for anyone in the world to care for, you’re useless, needlessly cruel, arrogant and utterly and completely ignorant of human nature! Shinichi Kanemoto, yain’t worth a damn!”

She continues to stare.

“But yain’t even worth killin’, that’s how little you matter, that’s how little you’ve always mattered and how little you’ll always matter to me or anyone else, that’s why you can’t even understand people, yain’t even know what a friend is, right? Never had one?”

She had no idea she could be so vicious, and while she isn’t happy to ramble like this, she doesn’t feel like stopping either:

“Why do ya think ya got the right to treat lives, my friends’ lives, like some statistic for your shitty, useless greater good? Yain’t even know the value of one life!”

She takes another pause, and rubs the shoulder Aiko had slashed at. Still not healed btu…

“Stop the high and mighty attitude, I’m injured but I can still kick your sorry ass.”, she only said he isn’t worth killing, nothing about injuring, “It’s like Hibiki-kun said, it ain’t a cute attitude to ‘ave. Answer or get ready to be hurt, your choice.”

She squeezes her own shoulder, it helps her focus for some reason.

“Akane… If she helped you, did ya kill her ‘cause ya had some fallout? Some sorta conflict ideal of why do this whole thing? I bet ya couldn’t call her a friend, either.”, she narrows her eyes, “I ain’t gonna follow your stupid rules and jus’ ask again: why the broadcast?”

She takes a few steps toward him, as if already readying herself for an unsatisfactory answer and just as willing to follow up on her promises of violence.

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He can’t believe it. He really can’t. Since when has sacrifice ever been necessary? Maybe if he was someone else, he'd agree with the idea, but… after going through all of this? He understands that life is more than just that. Everyone who died… they mean so much more than just those words. Cost. Sacrifice.

Hibiki doesn’t want to get mad at Shinichi… deep in his heart, he still really cares, but this… is too much for him to bear.

He balls his hands into fists.

“Shut up." He barks. "Sacrifices? What's wrong with you?! No one had to die…! The world may be suffering, but that doesn’t mean killing more people would help! I thought… I thought you of all people would know that…”

The tears start to roll down his face again, but he goes on despite it.

“I… I still can’t forgive you.” He says with a sigh. “You’re an awful friend. M-Maybe it would’ve been better if we never even met.”

Thanks to you, Shinichi, I am saddled with unnecessary feelings…………………

“Tell us why yourself instead of making us guess which one it is. You may think it’s cool or quirky or whatever to be all mysterious about it but… it’s kind of pathetic, actually. Plus, it’s really pissing me off! No matter how you spin it, those are all shit reasons for televising teenagers killing each other to the world.”

Hibiki sniffles, looking down at his feet. He doesn’t have anything else to say. He doesn’t care about any of it.

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Name: Sey Taylor

Age: 19

Brithday: 13/4/00

Favourite Colour: Either navy blue, or red.

Favourite Flower: Geranium or clematis.

Goals: To do well with my upcoming exhibition, to leave home again, to get into the university I want.

Scariest Nightmare: I don’t often remember my dreams, I do wake up in the midst of panic attacks though so it’s anyone’s guess.

Worst Fear: Jumping from high places, though swimming in the sea off a boat makes me incredibly uncomfortable.

Most Valued Person: My dad or my boyfriend, both of them have been immense pillars of support.

Most Valued Possession: My sketchbook or my consoles, my houseplants are also important very to me.

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There’s a long silence after the last person speaks. Maybe they are preying on his insecurities, or maybe he’s just thinking. Either way he had plenty of questions, comments, and complaints to address. He turns to Hibiki first, apparently he’ll be going in the order from who spoke first to the person who spoke most recently.

Sacrifices must be made for the things you care about. In order to pursue something, something else must be given up. The people that died — our friends, your sister, Shiba’s parents — they were unfortunately the opportunity cost.”

Shinichi looks down to the ground and sighs. He closes his eyes.

“That’s an easy one Tsuru- ah, Tsukiko-san. I like art. Ceramics is what I prefer but I’m just a fan of art in general.” The ceramic artist opens his eyes and looks at her. “Did you like them? Yoko was very talented.”

His smile returns to him yet again. Imoo’s turn.

“Akane was the Super High-School Level Good Luck of her own class, but that class… that class was sent away. Her class doesn’t have any impact on what’s going on here. That said, she and the other classes that were here didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t think anyone deserved or deserves to die. Hopefully that’s a sentiment we all share.” Shinichi looks around the room as he says that. “If you found a journal entry, it’s not mine. I’d guess it’s Akane’s unless one of you placed it in the new area during investigation. She did help me set up the games, it’d be really difficult for me to do all this on my own.

Finally, Shinichi turns to Ryoma. He tilts his head slightly.

“How much time has passed since you were put into a pod? About four to five months.” Shinichi rubs the back of his neck now. “So… yeah. People that were once younger than you may now be older. But only if it falls within that time span.” Shinichi shrugs. “I don’t think that really matters but I hope that information serves you well.”

Shinichi gives Ryoma a nod before taking a deep breath and placing his hands into his pockets. He gives one more smile before he speaks.

“Okay. I think you’ve realized I haven’t answered all your questions. That’s because they’re difficult questions. If I tell you why, would you believe it? How would you know I’m not lying? After all, it seems you guys have serious doubts about the bond we once had. So… does that mean we’re enemies?”

He removes his hands from his pockets and crosses his arms over his chest.

“I’d rather not be enemies, but….” He trails off for a moment. “Here, I’ll give you guys a few scenarios that could explain why we’re all here. First, these mutual killing games are being run as a global experiment. What would happen to the people inside a killing game? How would the world respond? What effect would it have on the viewers? Or maybe the killing games are a catalyst. Despair is growing and the broadcast will ensure that it continues to spread to the furthest corners of the world. Or maybe… is it a catalyst for hope? Maybe it’ll end the riots. But what if this isn’t a catalyst at all? It’s possible that this is some form of rehabilitation. It’s all possible that it’s none of these things and something else entirely.”

A couple moments after he says that he chuckles lightly before grinning.

“Everything you’ve seen, felt, experienced, investigated — tell me, what is the grand scheme?”

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It wasn’t fair, not to Ryoma at least.  Shinichi shouldn’t have put Lauren in danger in the first place, it was like bending his own rules, then claiming that it would’ve been fine if she had escaped.

“…I’m still confused about that.  How the heck did Akane get down here if she wasn’t apart of our class.  Did she sneak into a pod?  Apparently there’s no easy way in here.  Can you explain that much?  Also was Sensei put into a pod too…?  There’s just… so much that I don’t understand.”  

And then a horrifying and confusing thought popped into his head.

“Wait a second… if we were frozen does that mean that others in the world are older than us!?  How much time has even passed!"  Would his younger sister be an older sister now!?”

Maybe he’s still having some issues with that pod messing with his memory. But more importantly was annoyed that thy wr probably still being publicly broadcasted!

“Globally showing us killing one another, in a time when riots are rampant… hat the hell does that achieve!?  Ain’t that only going to make things worse, broadcasting that ‘hey, kids are killing each other.  why not go wild!’.  Are we meant to be some kind of fuel?  Some kind of hope?  What are we in the grand scheme of things!?”

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“Broadcast… live?”

But that would make sense, wouldn’t it? The surveillance room, with its broadcast signals… Imoo had assumed it was just being broadcast to a private party, though. Why would the world need to see something this grisly? And had the other games been, too?

Neither of those questions were on Imoo’s mind as they pondered the possibility, though. Only stupid, useless personal business.

“So Masa and Nanna… they…”

Oh. Oh, god. At least he behaved well, but… did they see him cry? 

Imoo’s tongue feels heavy in their mouth, and they trip over their words as they try to speak. Everyone else is so much more articulate than him. Perhaps that’s the power of anger. But he doesn’t feel any of that - he just feels sad and confused. Hurt. Like a deer laying on the side of a busy road.

Cough. Let’s continue.

“So… who was Akane…? She wasn’t on any of the class rosters. Why was she here in the first place? And what did she and the other classes do wrong that… that made you think they deserved to die?”

The last part is practically whispered. He’s still having a hard time processing all of this, that Shinichi - the good-natured, friendly guy that he’d planned a silly movie night with - had been behind everything all along.

“Did you write those journal entries, too?”

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There’s an overall frown to her looks now as she listens to everybody. She’s making notes of everybody’s words, and her eyes flit from person to person the moment they make a noise so that she can intake their words to the best of her ability. She wouldn’t forget a single syllable word spoken. She never would.

Her turn is up in the alibi front.

“…I’ll give my account for my evening now as well. I was wandering the Action set for a while, I spent much of my time in the Garage. Chirihara-san and I made a go-cart together… I was hoping to make a second, and have a race with her…” There’s a notable pause. Is she disappointed that this will never come to fruition…? “…this was around 8:00 PM. I stayed they for a long while- I may be mechanical myself, but I’m no expert in robotics. My understanding only goes so far… I was having difficulty writing up my mechanical plans. I stayed there for 2 hours as a result, and I left at 10:00 PM. It was getting late after all.”

Her eyes flitter down. She wonders again just how Chiriko felt at her time of death. What was it like? What did it feel like? Did she see her live flash before her eyes, or was it like being shut down?

“During my stay at the Garage, I did spot Kagami-san doing laps. He stopped about the time I left the Garage, and we headed back in the same direction to the Trailer Park- though I detoured to the Makeup Room. I was doing my skincare routine.” Robots have skin care routines???????? What????? “I saw Itosumi-san leaving just as I was entering. I stayed here for an hour, and I turned in at 11:00 PM. I… also saw Hanamura-san ironing on top of his trailer. Very strange sight.”

She claps her hands together, now looking to her right towards Mimzy. Her eyes whir. Focus. Refocus.

“I of course can’t forget what I saw while I was writing up my go-cart plans in the garage. Around 9:15 PM, I saw Miss Mimzy enter the garage. She seemed to be in quite the rush, and she didn’t pay me much attention. I felt a little shafted, but I suppose I was rather wrapped up in my blueprints. I didn’t pay her much attention either as a result.”

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Ahh, So It’s Like That, Huh | Casey | Trial 1.1 | Re: Chase, SHIMURA

Casey rubs his arms, forcing a small chuckle when he first steps up to his podium.

“Heh, uh, anyone else think it’s a little chilly in here? Or am I just that cool, as usual?”

It isn’t much in the way of an ice-breaker, and it does little to lift the courtroom’s oppressive mood, but at least Casey could do something besides stand there like a frozen statue.

He nods along with everyone’s statements, with the occasional gasp or contemplative hand on his chin, attentive despite… not really following any of this. However, Casey’s expression quickly turns concerned when SHIMURA struggles trying to convey his whereabouts clearly. Empathizing with that plight, Casey calls out to SHIMURA with a little worry in his voice.

“Whoa there, Hackerman, are you doing alright? You don’t sound all that sure of yourself, what’s the dillio?

Casey’s face perks up when he realizes he can corroborate between SHIMURA and Chase’s accounts.

Yo, I was there too! On my way back to my trailer to catch some Z’s, I saw Hackerman doing the same. Ironman was doin’ his thing, meanwhile. And I could tell he was one of those guys that showers before hitting the hay – that’s not my style, I’ve gotta do it in the morning if I’m gonna rise at all – and I could tell ‘cause his hair was still all wet. Hackerman, I mean, not Ironman!

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Hand icons galore | SHIMURA | Chapter 1 | Trial | RE: Alibi Talk, ATTN: Chase (kinda-ish)

It was difficult to absorb information if you weren’t able to focus on the present. Try as he might, SHIMURA could only process a bit of what was being shared, before everything became a blur again. Rinse and repeat - he honestly wouldn’t be able to tell you how many repetitions he’s lived through at this point.

However, it should be said that with every new cycle, SHIMURA was able to process more and more of what was going on - even if these steps were miniscule ones. Still, it was an improvement nonetheless.

At the very least, SHIMURA knew that everyone should share their alibi. While this should be an easy enough task, it was everything but that for the ethical hacker.

When it seemed like as if the discussion quietened down a little, SHIMURA spoke up, still letting his bell jingle softly in his hand.

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“I was in my trailer the… whole time?”

He phrased it as a question, as if he’s not even sure himself if this was the truth. The magenta-haired man stared blankly ahead of him; if he were a robot, he would be probably buffering at this point.

Absent-mindedly running his fingers through his hair, SHIMURA was trying to recall what he did before he found himself in front of Chiriko’s body. He knew for certain that he spend most of his time in his trailer, only venturing out for the restroom or the kitchen if he had to (and for the latter, there weren’t many trips made).

Hold on… Restroom?

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“… No. Not the whole time. I… I took a shower… I’m not sure when. And I think I saw… someone…? When… When I went back to my trailer, but I–… I can’t recall who right now. Sorry…”

Even in his current state, he was always ready to apologize for everything and anything, huh?

Luckily for him though, he heard how Chase mentioned that he was on top of his trailer the wholetime. The amber-eyed hacker stared at him, though it almost felt like as if he was looking through him.

SHIMURA blinked.

Ah.

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“… Oh, right. Of course. Yeah, I remember it now. I… did see you there. Sorry for… for not remembering sooner.”

He offered a paper-thin smile - absolutely forced, but he willed to do it regardless.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel like he’s still forgetting something.

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“…”

What was it again?

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Death by Misadventure || Trial 1.2 || Chase || RE: Coco, Amelie

“Wait wait wait, sadistic…?

Previously distracted with the hand attached to his own– too distracted to defend himself against Akira’s and Eiji’s counterpoints– Chase finally speaks up again.

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“Hang on, I got the opposite impression.  Why remove her hands to begin with?  Totally unnecessary, right?  What if someone was trying to pull her free, and the screws came undone that way?”

Yeah, okay, saying it out loud makes him significantly less confident in that theory, but he leaves it be.

“As for alibis… I was on the roof of my trailer all night, so I guess I had a pretty good vantage point.  Kinda mid for an ironing spot, but it’ll do, yeah?  I was keepin’ a close eye on the clock too.  I like to time myself, you know?  Saw a lot of people come and go…”

He exhales, counting off on his fingers for a few seconds before continuing.  

“Yeah, I saw Ame and Belikova runnin’ around.  I definitely remember seein' Chirihara leavin’, right around the time Raveron came back.  So.  Yeah, guess it woulda been right around 10:00 huh.  … Jeez, what else… I know I saw Momo before all that, so she’s probably fine.“ 

He’s trying.

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"I thiiiink….?  I saw Mimzy and Otohime like… god, 20, 30 minutes later?  Fuck.  I dunno.  That’s just a guess.  God uh, shit, the guy with the deer?  After that?  Then someone else Iiii’m… pretty sure?  I saw them all after Chirihara left??  Aaahhh….” he rubs at the back of his neck.  Don’t hurt yourself, champ.  “… Chiu came and went, like, right before the announcement I think?  Pretty sure I saw a couple other people… shit, sorry… I really wasn’t lookin’ at anyone’s faces.  Fuck.  My bad, dudes.”

He thinks, perhaps, he should start paying more attention.

“Wait wait wait, malicious intent…?” Previously distracted with the hand attached to his own– too distracted to defend himself against Akira’s and Eiji’s counterpoints– Chase finally speaks up again. “I got the opposite impression. Why remove her hands to begin with? Totally unnecessary, right? What if someone was trying to pull her free, and the screws came undone that way?” Yeah, okay, saying it out loud makes him significantly less confident in that theory, but he leaves it be. “As for alibis… I was on the roof of my trailer all night, so I guess I had a pretty good vantage point. I was keepin’ a close eye on the clock too. I like to time myself, you know? Saw a lot of people come and go…” He exhales, counting off on his fingers for a few seconds before continuing. “Yeah, I saw Ame and Belikovsky (sp?) runnin’ around

"Wait wait wait, sadistic…?

Previously distracted with the hand attached to his own– too distracted to defend himself against Akira’s and Eiji’s counterpoints– Chase finally speaks up again.

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“Hang on, I got the opposite impression.  Why remove her hands to begin with?  Totally unnecessary, right?  What if someone was trying to pull her free, and the screws came undone that way?”

Yeah, okay, saying it out loud makes him significantly less confident in that theory, but he leaves it be.

“As for alibis… I was on the roof of my trailer all night, so I guess I had a pretty good vantage point.  Kinda mid for an ironing spot, but it’ll do, yeah?  I was keepin’ a close eye on the clock too.  I like to time myself, you know?  Saw a lot of people come and go…”

He exhales, counting off on his fingers for a few seconds before continuing.  

“Yeah, I saw Ame and Belikovsky (sp?) runnin’ around.  I definitely remember seein' Chirihara leavin’, right around the time Raveron came back.  So.  Yeah, guess it woulda been right around 10:00 huh.  … Jeez, what else… I know I saw Momo before all that, so she’s probably fine." 

He’s trying.

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"I thiiiink….?  I saw Mimzy and Otohime like… god, 20, 30 minutes later?  Fuck.  I dunno.  That’s just a guess.  God uh, shit, the guy with the deer?  After that?  Then someone else Iiii’m… pretty sure?  I saw them all after Chirihara left??  Aaahhh….” he rubs at the back of his neck.  Don’t hurt yourself, champ.  “… Chiu came and went, like, right before the announcement I think?  Pretty sure I saw a couple other people… shit, sorry… I really wasn’t lookin’ at anyone’s faces.  Fuck.  My bad, dudes.”

He thinks, perhaps, he should start paying more attention.

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And to think Amelie had thought her days of trials and investigations were over. Though now she was on the other side of it. Wasn’t that exciting? Despite the tension and obvious journeys of acceptance that her peers were going through, Amelie seemed completely unbothered by this situation. She smiled and even “oh”-ed and “ah”-ed like an audience member on some reality show rather than an unwilling participant. Coco’s words made her especially excited! She had heard the detective in her own employer’s case use similar language. Oh how she wanted to clap but knew that it was probably inappropriate. 

Well whatever~! 

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I spent a good portion of the evening being verbal accosted and physically chased by Miss Alisa Belikova~! Eventually she had violently captured me and taken me back to her trailer.”

But even if Alisa wanted to say speak against her, Amelie was sure a few people could vouch for her during the Tom and Jerry-esque chase.

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“Others may have witnessed my plight but none were kind enough to lend a hand to the poor maid who had to suffer minor injuries but a very broken heart.”

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“Oh! I had seen Ms. Chirihara leaving right before I was forced against my will to have a slumber party with Ms. Belikova. I have never been much of a gambler, but I would bet it was around 10:00PM or so? At the time I was preoccupied so I did not think to check with a clock~!”

That all aside, it diiid seem like Amelie was thinking.

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“It may be bold of me to add to what the illustrious Coco Van Allen has already said but in an attempt to build some sort of profile we would also have to look towards those the motive could impact.”

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“That is to say, while it is too early to eliminate any suspects, we could at least feel comfortable in knowing that a maid, a detective, a waiter, and an influencer have nothing to gain but everything to lose if they had chose to kill. Why, it would make no sense for the four to even consider the thought~!”

She was part of the four. Even if she wasn’t outright saying it, everyone had to have at least been aware of that by now. 

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“But I am just a humble maid so I do not know how much worth my words are at a time like this.”

At least it looked like someone wasn’t so torn up over things.

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