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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[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.

[proficient_in_photoshop]

Oh? Wow. They should put a warning on all the boxes or something.

Well, you can pay attention to me coming and going all you want, if it makes you feel better. Just like the paparazzi at home.

[very_good_end]

Oh? Why don't you make it exceptionally easier for me, then? Sleep in your dressing room. --Or at least, stay in there.

[proficient_in_photoshop]

Unfortunately, I'm not going to do you any favors right now. I'm going to get a drink.

[very_good_end]

...Hm. Yes. You're right. It's not a foregone conclusion you will win immunity. Though it would likely take something special to outdo... that.

Ah, but investigation is never easy. You do me the greater favor by keeping my little grey cells active, Arataka-san.

[proficient_in_photoshop]

Hoh? High praise. As always, happy to help. Arataka is my given name, by the way, if you're trying to be polite.

[GONNA GO GET DRUNK, AND BE REALLY, REALLY BAD AT GETTING HIT ON, AND PASS OUT AT THE BAR.]

[very_good_end]

I know.

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