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VIERZEHN FILE:
VICTIM: Jun Nishimura LOCATION OF BODY: Lunch Room CAUSE OF DEATH: Hypothermia TIME OF DEATH: 3:17AM
The victim is Jun Nishimura. The time of death was 3:17AM. The body is located in one of the kitchens in the Lunch Room, curled into himself on the floor halfway into the kitchen’s walk-in freezer. His body seems to be propping the door open.
Chapter 2 | Cold Reception
Rewind to the past — just some minutes ago. Your morning had been filled with cries and calls taking up the hotel hallway. Everyone had gathered outside their rooms, some dressed, others still in the clothes they went to sleep in, but the topic of the discussion had all been trained on the same thing.
Another one of you might have died.
But now you know it to be true. You see it, and you hear Daichi announce it shortly after you all get there. What Fumi Kokonose had revealed to you all up there was the reality that you were facing right now, everyone gathered around the most recently to be departed.
Jun Nishimura’s corpse rests on the ground, cocooned in on himself as his body exists on the border between the kitchen and its walk-in freezer.
How long had he been there? What had led him to that place? What had led up to him lying in such a vulnerable state?
The first question could be answered if you merely checked your watch. You notice the numbers tick down:
67:23:42.
67:23:41.
67:23:40…
Four hours ago.
Over four hours ago, Jun Nishimura died. For over four hours, Jun Nishimura has been here, waiting for people to discover his grim fate. But more than that, the most important fact remains.
One of you has killed Jun Nishimura.
shslsatired:
“Most fake blood looks faker than this.” Which was… worrisome. “If there wasn’t a use of it that’s totally consistent with what’s going on - using it for crime scenes, probably - I’d be more concerned about it. As it stands though? It’s just another shitty thing to add onto the general murder pile of concerns.”
Yuuki, to be frank, didn’t give a damn about whether they were in a Hope’s Peak building or not. The school was a joke anyway, and this, right here, was the punchline. Its best and brightest being locked up and left to flounder around like chickens. They walked up to a large-looking costume and poked at its shoulderpads curiously.
“For the theatre.” Said in that pretentious tone of voice where they pronounce the ‘a’ separately from the ‘e’. TheAter. “Can’t think of anyone but a theater kid who would wear something this gaudy.” They’re in no position to talk about fashion, in their hoodie and sweatpants. “I’ve never been in a place like this, though. For film stuff, most people use like. Actual sets. So maybe it’s like… for smaller things? Like internet videos, or something.”
Thinking face.
“If it was a museum that was part of the school, I’d buy it. But a school in a museum is weird. It’d become too focused.” They frowned. “If it’s of past classes, then that’s fucked. It goes to show that for all their talk of being about the future, the school cares more about touting its past than it does improving the future.” They remain forever bitter against Hope’s Peak.
“...God, yeah. It’s probably just intended for us to use in a crime scene or something, isn’t it. That doesn’t explain the rest of the props in here, I guess, but we found poison just snuck into an otherwise normal room. WHo’s to say that isn’t what happened here.”
Since Yuuki arrived on the scene Jun seemed to have given up on exploring the area himself, content to just let his classmate wander around the place rather than move from his spot instead. But their prodding as the costume gets half a wry smile.
“Ha, yeah, I see it. Internet videos could work out, maybe? It kinda looks a bit like a room I’d set up at home, if not for the like... everything else outside of the camera and somewhere to sit, you know. Begs the question of what kind of videos are being made here, but YouTube’s a pretty big place, huh.”
But the casual tone of conversation seems to die down pretty quickly along with Yuuki’s descent into sounding more bitter about their supposed location, pulling a frown from Jun.
“...So then, why are you even here. Why did you bother accepting the invite if you don’t think this place or name is worth anything?”
official-jun:
Akemi apologising for not looking where she was going might have been a little premature. It only took even half a glance at Jun to understand that he was more or less completely lost in his own head still- a rather far cry from the usually cool and collected appearance he gave off.
“Huh? Oh, it’s. Whatever. Not like I was looking either. You’re fine.”
It was debatable whether Jun was even going to bother continuing with the conversation, tensed almost like he was considering darting past or even going right back into the elevator and leaving. But he held out, finally managing to make eye contact with Akemi to pose a rather blunt question.
“…Did you press it, then?”
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Akemi was, frankly, a little startled at how… different, Jun was. She marked it down, and made sure to note it as she spoke.
“Oh- uh- uhm- really…? Thats uh- different… from your usual uhm- tone…”
She straightens up her posture. Jun wasn’t going to be a problem, or even if he was there wasn’t much she could do about it so might as well stand a little more proudly.
“Er- no… I didn’t press it. As much as I uhm- appreciate Murasaki-sama’s advice and uhm… wisdon… I uh- I don’t think… its worth causing that uh- kind of… conflict.
“But… 3 have already been uhm- revealed. Raya-Sama likely was… one of them, if only to uh- do it out of spite. Uhm… in that case… would it… maybe we should all… get it out in the open…”
She thinks and scribbles down some more of her thoughts (As well as what she’s been saying) down in her archives for her own cross reference. Thinking about the tone of the conversation. Then, suddenly, a thought popped to her head.
“Your… secret… its not like- uhm- bad, is it? You just uh- look- nervous.”
“I mean- Uh! Like!! Plagarism- isn’t uh- bad and uh… not having much charm is- I guess it can be embarras-embarrasing, but uh- I have none either so- its okay but uh- I mean!! Those are bad I guess but like!! You’re not a Serial Killer or Arsonist- at least- uhm- or- Yeah?”
She’s trying.
“Well, yeah, our friendly AI just showed that he knows something about me I don’t think can even be guessed. So excuse me for being a little more on edge than normal.”
But Akemi’s pointing out of his nervousness did seem to snap Jun a little more to attention, running both hands down his face and trying to push out some tension in an exhale. He still didn’t seem 100% after the fact, but there was a little bit of that usual flavour of his ‘I want to be somewhere else’ bite.
“...No, I’m not a serial killer or an arsonist, but do you seriously think the best idea is just- is just gonna be to gather everyone up again and tell them it’s for the best to reveal their secrets. If this is our motive this time, I really don’t think every single one is gonna be as innocent as Isshiki failing to get a date, you know?”
A huff.
“...What’s gonna even be the point of talking to a hostage, anyway. They’re a hostage, it’s not like they’re going to be able to call for help.”
downbeat * jun * r.e: motive
“…Y-you can’t do that."
It was a statement that wouldn’t have been directed to anyone in particular, even if Jun had actually been around others at the time of the motive dropping.
(He’d never dare tell anyone that.)
He barely even registered himself as saying anything, after all- the shaken words just slipping out as he stared at the message printed on his watch.
And then the next secret- and then the next- and-
(That was something he’d mentioned to no-one, so how-)
When there seemed to be a pause in the secrets being revealed, Jun finally took the opportunity to run a hand down his face, barely registering that his exhale was shaking a bit. There wasn’t much he could do apart from get up and just go, see if he could do anything else that wasn’t sitting and staring at his extremely blunt secret- and even if he wasn’t a person who liked to plan, that idea felt horribly half baked.
Maybe their situation hadn’t changed that drastically at the end of the day. But try telling that to the sudden weight on his shoulders.
The Latest Scoop || Akemi Kujou || RE: Motive [OPEN]
While Akemi was still on edge for the whole, you know, bomb going off thing, there was something a little… nerve wracking, about the revelation of secrets. How if she wanted to have a conversation with Murasaki-Sama, she’d have to out someone’s secret. Especially since her’s…
Well, Treat others the way you want to be treated, Yes?
Akemi now had an Instant Camera slung around her shoulders, walking through the hallways. She had lifted it from the talent room. Was that supposed to be hers? The others didn’t make sense… maybe there was some other newspaper-related talent that was supposed to be here.
Then, of course, the others started to press. It made sense, it wasn’t like revealing soemone'e secret was murder.
Shoko… Well, honestly, she thought that anyways. So this is no big deal.
Yuuki… plagiarism is bad. People should succeed on their own merits. She’d never even think of doing other people’s homework for them back at her old academy. She’d have to scold them later about this. Probably.
As for Mahiro… he’s never had anyone? That honestly surprised Akemi. She’d thought that a pretty dancer like that would be drowning in hunks and babes. She doesn’t really have any right to judge him though. She’s never had a romantic relationship either.
She’s currently coming out of the elevator when she bumps into someone, as she’s reading and making a record of each othe secrets currently revealed to them. She nearly bumps into them, as she’s looking at her notebook.
“Ah! Sorry! I uh- should uhm… watch… where im going, ahah… s-sorry…”
Akemi apologising for not looking where she was going might have been a little premature. It only took even half a glance at Jun to understand that he was more or less completely lost in his own head still- a rather far cry from the usually cool and collected appearance he gave off.
“Huh? Oh, it’s. Whatever. Not like I was looking either. You’re fine.”
It was debatable whether Jun was even going to bother continuing with the conversation, tensed almost like he was considering darting past or even going right back into the elevator and leaving. But he held out, finally managing to make eye contact with Akemi to pose a rather blunt question.
“...Did you press it, then?”
shslsatired:
Yuuki shrugged their shoulders. If they jumped to conclusions all the time, they’d hurt their legs. Misunderstandings here… would be pretty bad. Especially for the more impulsive of their classmates.
“If it was real blood, and I accidentally walked in on someone doing something shady, I’d probably be dead by now.” To shut them up, of course.
Ew. Plap. They cringed as well, definitely not enjoying that sound. “Gross.” Jun had a point though; this room definitely did seem a bit… grim. It made them think this was… intentional. Like they knew this whole place was going to become a murder haven and wanted to prepare accordingly.
“Honestly, it’s hard for me to get the point to this whole place. It seems like it was built with that Daichi-murder-bot’s stupid fucking game in mind. Giving everyone the tools they need to fuck each other up, and shit.” They shook their head. “Wonder who set it up.”
Why were they here? Good question. They didn’t have much of a reason, admittedly.
“I’m just wandering. Seeing everything new. Know where I live, or whatever. This like any recording studio you’ve been in?” After the trial, they finally took the time to try and attach names to everyone’s faces, and they… thought they knew who everyone was now. “They call ‘em talent labs, but they don’t really match up to any of our talents. Who’s it for, then?” A mysterious second group of students? What nonsense.
“Ha, yeah, I can’t imagine that kind of thing going well even outside of this place. But yeah... I dunno. Even if someone twisted this into a murder-encouraged setup, I still want to believe this is actually a Neo Hope’s Peak building, you know. Cause then it means I didn’t waste my time accepting that invite trying to make something of myself.”
There was a scowl to punctuate his words, though at least since Jun directed it at the pile of blood packets rather than Yuuki, it was clearly not directed at them.
But he glanced around the macabre looking recording studio once more, focusing specifically on some of the more grotesque looking props on offer to consider Yuuki’s questions.
“Kinda is, kinda isn’t. I’ve only just started getting in proper recording studios myself, so maybe I’m missing something. But the equipment checks out. The costumes and stuff... yeah, I think this is for a very specific genre we’re missing out on here if it’s not just a murder game ploy. Maybe down to whoever has the funds or whatever to set up a murder house that just... sucks all the murder evidence away somewhere.”
Ugh.
“The entrance to this section mentions something about these being for ‘noteworthy students’-” Air quotes there. “Or something, right. Maybe they’re just showing off old students or something. Kinda sucks that they wouldn’t give their new students like me and you their own talent labs, but I guess it’s right up their museum alley. Who puts a school in a museum anyway?”
shslsatired:
Yuuki wasn’t much of a musician. Their baby hands were not nearly good or trained enough to play any instruments. Their mom had tried to get them violin lessons, and later piano when they bounced off that. So they weren’t exactly missing instruments. Singing was fine though, and audio engineering was cool. Computers… kinda rocked.
This room seemed more focused on camerawork, video, than music. Not what Yuuki associated with a recording studio, but made sense, they guess. They weren’t surprised to see someone here either; they recognized him as one of the few people who was actually being sensible in the trial. Jun. the cover artist.
They looked between the blood bags in his hands, to the box of props, to the costumes and props on the wall.
“It looks like you stumbled upon a box of blood bags - hopefully fake - used for theater special effects and were rightfully concerned by what you found. But if that ain’t it, should I be worried?”
They had the art of walking in at the wrong time down to a t by now.
“...Oh, nice, you’ve actually got half a head on your shoulders. No matter what I’ve been thinking after that stupid trial business. Look, I just felt with everything going on I had to cover some bases, you know? Who knows what some people here might accuse me of. Seeing me walking around with fake blood. God.”
With the situation defused a lot earlier than Jun had admittedly been expecting, Jun finally took the opportunity to chuck the bag back into the box, where it hit its brethren with a disgusting plap sound that Jun actively seemed to cringe at.
“Still, though, I guess you gotta admit this room is pretty damn weird. After that whole ‘poison in the kitchen’ debate we just went through, it does kinda seem like they’re making this place more lethal than we could’ve imagined, huh. Great. Just great.”
A sigh.
“What brought you in here anyway. If it’s the vague promise of answers, yeah, you’re gonna be disappointed. I can’t even find out why some of these props are in here.”
forte * jun * chapter two * attn: yuuki
“…Well, that doesn’t seem great."
What didn’t seem great, exactly? His situation, continuously ticking down to imminent death for all of them? The fact that not even a full day ago he’d all but watched a classmate of his get run over by a train after feeling pushed to poison another one of their peers? Not that he’d even talked to either of them, but both did seem like the kind of image that should stick with a person.
But actually, here Jun was: poking around the talent lab set up like a recording studio, which had seemed a pretty promising place to hang out until he’d stumbled across the bags of blood he was hoping were fake.
He should’ve been tipped off with the legitimately horrifying props on the walls, honestly.
Still, Jun wasn’t planning to let the small discovery of blood put him off checking out what seemed to be one of the more promising rooms in this entire stupid establishment, and he straightened up from where he’d been rifling through one of the boxes of props and such available to him- which led to the rather unfortunate moment of him spinning around to come face to face with a newcomer in the doorway, rather obviously holding bags of blood.
…
”…Yeah, this isn’t what it looks like.“
ensemble * jun * chapter two * attn: shoko
So first they seemed to toss out all the alcohol that could have been offered to them, then they go ahead and give them what seemed to be a winemaking room of all things?
Even without the murder and the bomb and all that rubbish, this place was making less and less sense every day.
Still, here Jun was, wandering around the vineyard they’d been gifted like a trooper trying to find something, anything that seemed like it would be more useful to absolutely any purpose here- whether that be wine making or something on a grander scale like, uh, getting a hint towards an escape route or something.
But nothing was coming up and the wasted time was starting to grate on Jun like incredibly rough sandpaper, only worsening his mood more and more with each lap he did around the ‘outdoor’ vineyard to no avail- at least until he found himself up against a more familiar face than the majority of his peers, a presence which pulled a surprised blink from Jun and a slight release of his annoyance in a sigh.
“…Hey, Saitou. How’s it going. If you came here for anything useful or interesting, I think you’re gonna be pretty disappointed. I certainly was, anyway."
resolution * jun * chapter one thea * r.e. results
The votes had been tallied, the confessions had been had, and Jun was sharing a room with an actual, honest-to-god, apparently remorseful murderer.
So, how to react to this dire new situation?
Surely some kind of condolence, or at very least regretful acceptance of their so-called victory in all of this, or-
“…What did I tell you guys, like, right at the beginning of all of this?”
“I said it right after Saitou, didn’t I. You know, the whole idea that Kamikawa didn’t have to be directly targeted just because only his slice was poisoned? That it could’ve just been him that happened to get the poisoned bit as the killer just needed someone dead? So you guys circling around Raya’s wind up for so long and me drawing out this motive hostage table to entertain that whole thing was a complete waste of time.”
His clipped, to-the-point words were punctuated by the clean rip of that particular page from his planner, Jun crumpling it up into a ball with one hand and a light sigh.
“…God. Thanks, Sotomaru, at least you had the decent idea to come forward about it. I’m gonna say I share your sentiment of hoping this is our last time in this room as well, even if I’m not sure we’re gonna have any more luck looking for the bomb in this place instead."
A beat- and finally Jun seemed to be pulled down from his exasperated high horse of having the correct idea early, a sombre realisation settling itself over his tone.
”…I guess if the murders turned out real, that bomb’s probably gonna turn out real too, huh.“
accelerando * jun * chapter one trial * attn: kiaria, konan, namiko, yuuki
True too his word, Jun had been silent the entire time throughout the circling around Raya’s messing them about; offering nothing but a roll of his eyes and a muttered ‘what did I tell you’ about midway through the same. Instead he spent his time with what looked to be a day planner that he pulled out of his pocket, glancing around the room and occasionally noting down something.
Wasn’t ever really intended as a notebook, but Jun had the feeling his plans for the next few weeks were a little shot anyway.
“How about we look at it this way, then."
And Jun held up his planner at a page where he’d drawn a table down, which I’m now going to have to write out because I don’t want to make an image today.
THIS PERSON -> HAD THEIR HOSTAGE
Me - Rosalia
Rosalia - Me
Namiko - Raya
Akemi - Shoko
Mahiro - Ginjirou
Ginjirou - Mahiro
Raya - Fumi
Konan - Akemi
"That’s all I can remember from the meeting we had, anyway, so… yeah, there’s a list of people we don’t know where their hostage was. From what I remember and if I did that right, we don’t know where Kamikawa, Aoike, Konan, Izayoi or Yoshida’s hostages were. We also don’t know the hostages that Kamikawa, Aoike, Yoshida, Kokonose or Saitou had, but that’s more whatever.
A heavy sigh, Jun folding his planner back up. You would think he would sound more bothered about possibly circling in on a murder accusation.
"Because cutting out Kamikawa having his own hostage, since that’s stupid, the only hostages we can’t place are those of Aoike, Konan, Izayoi and Yoshida- meaning Kamikawa could have had theirs, and been killed for the trouble. If you guys are so insistent on going along with the 'Kamikawa was deliberately chosen as victim’ thing, anyway. So I suggest that you guys start sharing what your bracelets said about where your hostage was. If someone’s lying, it’ll double up suspiciously pretty fast, so I don’t care who starts."
tonic * jun * chapter one trial * r.e: shoko, poison talk
There had been some weird moral problem to figure out within Jun the entire period of investigation, honestly- he couldn’t say that investigating a murder had been high on his priority list like, ever, but neither particular had been dying to an explosion.
Swings and roundabouts all day, really.
But now here he was, shoehorned into some mock trial situation in what looked more like a shitty warehouse than anything particularly more impressive he might have expected from Hope’s Peak. Which really only highlighted just how out of place in his expectation this entire murder game thing was.
God.
“Yeah, considering it seems pretty obvious that Kamikawa was poisoned from the food that was being made when we showed up to find him dead, it’s either one of those guys involved in that mess or someone snuck along to add poison. Or someone was just a complete idiot and mistook actual cyanide for something spicy to shake over a piece of pie for some reason. God."
A lazy glance to Shoko, Jun’s tone almost enough to break out into a yawn.
"Which was a fact someone flagged up on these watch things, by the way. If you ever wanted to check that. Apparently this place stores cyanide on the spice rack for some reason.”
“Anyway, who says the killer specifically targeted Kamikawa? It’s not like we had a bounty on him specifically, all the killer needed to do was… well, yeah, get a kill. As long as someone got poisoned and keeled over, didn’t matter who got the slice or pie or whatever. I don’t know if you’re a killer, Saitou, but I wouldn’t pin your defence on not having a motive against Kamikawa."
”…Oh, yeah, did we ever figure out what happened with Izayoi earlier? Someone whacked her over the head then killed Raya’s hostage, right. Probably trying to frame Raya as jumping off the starting line for some reason, right, but what’re the chances of that tying into this.“
Jun finishes investigating the leafs and chugs his way out of the Greenhouse. While he's passing through, why not remove some boat rage in the kid's play area. Anything to spot taking the long way round the exhibits leaving the Greenhouse? lettuce, perhaps
There doesn’t seem to be anything of note in Jun’s trek, whether it be through the rest of the Greenhouse nor the Kid’s Play Area!
Jun parks the boat he just spent seven minutes seething on to investigate, yes. Any clue around as to what has been Harvested
From what he can tell, it seems as if carrots, garlic, broccoli, cauliflower have been taken but most especially a large number of peas and lettuce.
Jun takes a look at Akemi having beaten him to the Garden already and immediately fucks off again. While he's here, may as well go in the Greenhouse and see if he can do the same plant vibe check. does he have to ride the boat to get round and check the farm plants. does he
Yes, Jun. It’s time to go into the ride.
Anyway, he hops off the ride (after hopefully temporarily turning it off midway through— or else he’s going to have to hope someone comes here to save him!) and investigates the various farm plants. He notices that in the vegetables section of the greenhouse area, some of them have been harvested from their places.
Jun takes a look at the body being investigated already and immediately fucks off to the Garden. He's looking to trail around the plants in particular to see if any of them look particularly messed up or hacked at to take anything from.
It appears as if the plants from the garden are all still in their proper places! ...For now.
While you’re here, you also take notice of Akemi Kujou there with you, also investigating it seems.
