Your Final Frontier

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

I see.... well, haven't found anything in your room. Selenium, Shin, you found anything?

[wingedcatgirl]

"Man, I know I don't have evidence, that's why I'm not making a claim. I never damn thought 2-E was the killer."

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

2-E, I keep asking you for your evidence, but all you've been doing is beating around the bush. For the last time, tell us this evidence you found.

[Florien]

2E's room:

It's unremarkable. It looks like 2E slept (powered off? hibernated? whatever robots do) there last night.

[Zanreo]

"Haven't found anything yet, no. I also won't vote just yet.."

[PointMaid]

I got... nothing more out of Stezzai's room. Guess I should have figured.

[madface7]

"Do you want me to roleclaim? Because I can fucking roleclaim. Would that make you all happy? Would that tickle your testicles? I'm the Watcher. That's how I saw Mark stealing the gloves and bottles. That's how I saw Selenium pickpocket him. That's how I saw Shin dart Cool Sendri. Are you fucking happy with yourselves?"

[wingedcatgirl]

"Man..." Mark says. "Did anyone here even think you were lying? They just disagree about how the evidence adds up."

Mark seems unable to consider that several people did indeed think 2-E was lying, on account of this being different from his own viewpoint.

[PointMaid]

Look, 2E claims they saw Mark with gloves last night. If you think 2E's innocent, that's at least something. And it's pretty clear Mark was boozing last night from how he showed up this morning, and Stezzai was knocked out with mixed drink syrups.

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

Was that so hard? OK, I'll give you chance, 2-E. I'll trust you. But if you turn out to be wrong...

/vote Mark

[PointMaid]

And 2-E's right about me. I did try to pickpocket Mark last night. Slippery bastard. Tried but couldn't get anything from him, but he saw me. So it's not hurting me to admit it.

[Zanreo]

"...I see. In that case..."

/vote Mark

[wingedcatgirl]

"Y'all serious? You're jumping to conclusions. I told you, I took bottles of booze and went back to my cabana." He blinks. "... I even still have the bottles in my coat pocket, see?" He retrieves three bottles and holds them up in the air for all to see.

"If Threepio here saw me do it, well, good for it, but that doesn't make me the killer."

[madface7]

"FINALLY!" 2-E shouts, sitting down, its tail sticking out like a sore thumb as it uncomfortably tries to sit on it.

"Now let's get this over with, please."

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

How do you account for the gloves, then butt-horn?

[madface7]

"AHA! Ahahahaha! Last night, February! You didn't go back to your room! You're a fucking liar! You never should have killed anyone, you killing piece of shit! I hope you never touch another coin again! I hope you get impaled by the ones you look up to the most!"

[Florien]

Ssix... votess. Huh. That was...

Huh.

Well. Mark, it lookss like you're owed an explanation by uss as to why we didn't offer knife monopoly as an option. But nonethelesss... We'll be executing you shortly.

[wingedcatgirl]

"What gloves? The only gloves I've touched are the ones I grabbed just now." He pulls those out of his pocket and waves them around for emphasis. "I don't know what Threepio saw, but I wasn't messing around with no gloves last night."

[wingedcatgirl]

"Oh, wait, that's six? ... Well, fuck."

He sighs.

"I came here to kill billionaires, y'know. And not a one of you qualified. This whole mess has been a damn waste of my time."

He pauses a moment, seemingly struggling with himself.

[TalesofUnder]

You've got to admit, its account is pretty accurate.

[wingedcatgirl]

"... Y'know, despite your language today, I actually liked you, 2-E," Mark says. "I picked you to frame 'cause I knew I wouldn't have to pretend to fall for it."

[madface7]

"I hated you from the second I met you, Mark." 2-E sneers using only the eyes on her monitor.

"You remind me of someone. And that someone, I would never like to think about again. So, goodbye, Mark."

[wingedcatgirl]

"Man... that's totally unfair. I don't have anything to do with whoever that is."

He frowns.

"Right? Unless... who is it that pissed you off so bad?"

[madface7]

"It doesn't matter, Mark. Go fuck yourself."

[wingedcatgirl]

"... Geez. Well, if you get out of this alive, and whoever it is is a billionaire that you want dead... find Wild Richard and tell him. That'll get it done even when I'm gone."