DAY 4 - Trial

[islandiastaff]

[Welcome to Lounge Five! As you emerge from the crypt, you are treated to the sight of a fine, luxurious complex. You can rest easy here.]

Congrrrrratulations for surviving the TEMPLE OF TRIALS, and welcome to Lounge Five! Let's get right on to the main event:

[M.C leads the way not to the usual bonfire clearing, but instead to a comfortable indoor lobby, unusual only for the burning brazier in the center of the room.]

After everything you've gone through, why don't we discuss today's vote in comfort for once? Four spies remain, and it's time to get serious! Good luck!

[Mechanics are the same as yesterday. Vote here!

An additional item has been added for this lounge on the coin spending page.]

Comments

[punchestumors]

Oh, it's you!?

Hey, come on, we only looked at the profiles once at the first lodge. I memorized enough to put on a ballot, that's all!

... And why do you sound like being a detective is worse than being a spy?

[carptricks]

Uh huh.

[still judging]

And in the context of the game, it isn't, unless it's preceded by the word "spy."

I just know a really smug and smarmy Sherlock Holmes wannabe back home.

[punchestumors]

Sherlock who? [the problem with not being from actual Earth.] Whatever, he sounds like a tool.

But, that's right... this anonymous person isn't just accusing a spy. Whoever they are, they wanna make damn sure we vote for someone.

I don't know if I believe it yet, but I can't say I blame em', what with our jailer gone.

[carptricks]

. . .

Sherlock Holmes. Famous literary character. [and then, a bit dismissively] Don't worry, you're not missing much.

[he snorts and folds his arms, expression turning thoughtful]

Our jailer and our first detective. So if this guy is our second one, I can't blame 'em for the anonymity, either. We lost one of our trump cards because Sugar-san was too careless with her role; we don't wanna lose our last one.

[punchestumors]

That's all right, but... you're being pretty cool about the message, for someone that got named.

[carptricks]

No way. I'm annoyed.

[he says flatly]

But I'm also trying to figure out if the message is actually from the detective, and not someone trying to throw us off.

[punchestumors]

Mm... well, fair enough. [he'll back off that, since, yeah it's not like he said anything that wasn't true.]

[carptricks]

[scrutinizing the message, his gaze sharp and his expression thoughtful]

. . . if it's fake, then why hasn't the real detective spoken up by now?

[synchrownization]

Sorry to interrupt, but have you given anyone reason to vote you off the island, Kaito? Would someone hold a grudge against you right now?

Because if that's the case, this might just be someone trying to frame you.