Day 3

[kentucky_mcgiygas]

[ A bright new day has dawned, maybe. It's not like you can see the outside world. But the tablets keep diligent track of time, and promptly at 6am they provide something for you: A new immunity challenge. ]

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Vote thread. Again, DO NOT FORGET TO VOTE. I will actually idle people this week!))

Comments

[very_good_end]

Yes, I've deduced your, so-called 'profession.' That is a matter of public record.

[proficient_in_photoshop]

You mean your one-fourth-right rant with no actual proof. Also, how about I cut you off. I have a degree in graphic design, and I used to work as a specialist for a firm for about a year. It's not a secret.

[very_good_end]

Really? It prompts the question why someone would go from earning honest money to dishonest money. Was it the humdrum lifestyle versus the thrill of being a 'psychic'? Was it simply cold quantitative analysis, and being a 'psychic' was far more lucrative? Perhaps Arataka-san's fame met up with him and spiraled out of control to the point he could no longer work as an art designer. ...Perhaps.

Ah, but perhaps we are too wrapped up in asides.

Where did your vote fall, after all was said and done, Arataka-san?

[proficient_in_photoshop]

Oh, now you're worried about being wrapped up in asides? My work now is more important. Your mistake is assuming it's dishonest money.

In that vein, I voted for Ticky Mikk, exactly like I said I would. Who did you vote for?

[very_good_end]

Is that so? When looking over all of the votes today... I could not help but notice one vote very interestingly was placed on one Great Detective's name. That is, I, Furudo Erika's. Are you positive it was not a vote placed by your hand?

My vote? Bien sûr, it was for Ticky Mikk. To cast a vote for another would be to become a murderer or an attempted murderer, something which the detective cannot, by definition become.

[proficient_in_photoshop]

It wasn't me. I'm not going to vote for anybody I'm not confident will live.

[very_good_end]

Ah. Then we are in agreement regarding the nature of the votes.

Incidentally, you did not sleep in your provided dressing room last night, did you, Arataka-san? Where did you sleep, if I may ask?

[proficient_in_photoshop]

I didn't. I just explored the sets. Oi, asking where I sleep all the time is getting kind of creepy.

[very_good_end]

I ask, that I may discover the truth, Arataka-san.

Yes. I am already aware of where you slept.

[proficient_in_photoshop]

Oi oi, then why are you asking me! I'm saying I only nodded off here and there.

[he certainly LOOKS like he hasn't slept in 2 days]

[very_good_end]

...Isn't it obvious? To see if your statement would match my observation, of course.

[proficient_in_photoshop]

Are you actually just some kind of stalker? Is this roleplay?

[very_good_end]

Detective work is serious business, Arataka-san.

And, as I stated before, you were the most likely target for elimination throughout the night due to your immunity. ...Of course, I wasn't going to miss a chance to catch a murderer just because you declined to cooperate with my stake-out.

[proficient_in_photoshop]

You still think I'm going to be an early target? You know the only person who's been threatening and openly hostile to me is you, right?

[very_good_end]

Hm. I suppose if you won immunity again, you would continue to be the most obvious target.

Have I? I don't recall making any threats. When did I, Great Detective Furudo Erika, make a threat against you, Arataka-san?

[proficient_in_photoshop]

Can't you just talk without the whole bit?... Anyone normal would consider your behavior threatening towards them, you know. And why the hell are you so calm?

[very_good_end]

The answers to your questions are as follows:

Non. Mais, non! And, because I am the detective, presented with a mystery. My little grey cells are hard at work on this case. Therefore I feel very calm in terms of emotions.

But, that is smokescreen, yes? You did not answer my question. I made no threats to you, Arataka-san. Your argument is, therefore, invalid.

[proficient_in_photoshop]

Fine, whatever. I still didn't vote for you.

[very_good_end]

May I confess something to you, Arataka-san?

... [pause]

I believe you, at least, in this respect.

[proficient_in_photoshop]

...

Good.

[very_good_end]

... Is it?

[proficient_in_photoshop]

Yes? I'm glad you don't think I'm a fucking murderer?

[very_good_end]

You like to rely on your logical fallacies, don't you, Arataka-san?

"You can't prove psychics don't exist, therefore I can claim I am a psychic."

"Things happen that cannot be explained, therefore I can claim I am a psychic."

"I did not attempt to murder you this time, therefore I will never do so."

Your beginning claim is true in each case. ...I cannot prove psychics don't exist. There are things that happen that cannot be explained, due to unknowns that cannot, yet, be discovered. And, indeed I believe it, you did not attempt to murder me this time.

It's your conclusion that lacks sound reasoning. The first, the problem of the Devil's Proof: I do not have the burden of proof. The second, a false dichotomy and an appeal to ignorance: there is insufficient investigation to fully comprehend the unexplained. The third, the problem of induction: just because you did not do it this time does not mean you will never.

... But, yes.

You should take a little pride, Arataka-san.

You see?

As the detective, I am concerned with the truth. When the truth is you are innocent, everything is fine... isn't it?

[proficient_in_photoshop]

[a bit in there, he starts fishing out a cigarette, and starts smoking. he takes a deeep breath.]

Okay.

I checked my room, by the way. It's nice to know you aren't just staking it out. You put tape on my door, huh?

[very_good_end]

...Smoking kills, by the way.

Indeed. It's a detective's trick. You can't remove the tape without breaking it, and you can't replace it because you can't replicate my signature. Since the tape was still whole, I knew your door remained sealed since I placed it; better than a lock.

Of course, there are no other entrances or exits into the dressing rooms.