Danganronpa Showa: Welcome to the Occupation

Got an essay due soon, thought I should give everyone a(nother) heads up


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[x] Jeanne, we could see about the ballroom
[x] Lapin and Le Fantome, French Masterthief Theatre anthology, Cost: 8

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Out of the non-study books we had lying around the school, the Lapin and Le Fantome collection stood out to me; if it being French didn't already remind me of Jeanne, the dramatic, 'moonlit rooftop' cover certainly did. I spotted it in the School Store rather than in the Library, which made sense I guess, given it wasn't exactly an academic text. I did remember hearing Hope's Peak had a proper bookstore somewhere further up in the South building, from back when I was reading up on the school, but I had no way of knowing, after relocating underground and then Columbird, if it even existed anymore.

I had my Birdbook tuned to Genpachi's station, since I figured it'd be cautious to keep track of whatever he said. As he put on some French jazz, it reminded that I should show the book to Jeanne before I forgot:


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After I headed back up through the hot springs cave again, I found that Jeanne was giving this library an inspection herself, it being a mostly brown, checkered room with bookshelves aligned in an arc.
"Oh hey, found anything?" I said to her, just trying to start conversation.

She shrugged. "Couple of things here and there, but nozing too helpful. Most of le books I've seen seemed to be tailored to our Talents, in fact..." Jeanne went over, pulling out a hefty tome with a handcuff illustration, "I was trying to get through zis one, a Jailbreaker's Manual, but it is surprisingly complicated and densely written. Well, at least zis sort of thing gives me some posthumous respect for Yudai."

"Er, I kinda assumed most academic writing was like that," I said, "Especially a book for jailbreakers, I mean, you wouldn't want a warden to easily decipher it."

"True, true. Parts of le book did stick out for me though," Jeanne nodded then went on, "For one zing, it has quite le selection of cake recipes, almost enough to be mistaken for a cookbook, which could be le point. I assume zis is so you could hide files in-between zem, from personal experience. Ooh, it also mentions smuggling escape plans within board games, a prisoner of war I knew was sent just zat once."

I got the idea that, if we could find some ingredients around here, we could follow the book to bake a cake for everyone, that'd be fun. But no, on second thought that sounded like an invitation for someone to slip poison in. Also, you could say that actually tasting good wasn't the point of jailbreak cakes.
I at least said, "Speaking of cake though, France is a said to be known for its baking, right? Is it that good?"

Jeanne thought that question over, but then had to laugh, "Sorry to disappoint, but when one is occupied and at war, haute cuisine is one of le first zings to go." She then went quiet a second, as a memory came back to her, "Ah, but I do remember le profiteroles maman would make for us as kids, before all zis war and imprisonment."

"Yeah, I know what you mean, it was the same for me with red bean mochi," I told her, though remembered, "Well, Mum didn't make them, I used to get them from morning markets.
Anyway, how about your talent? Found anything about resistance-fighting yet?" I asked, though obviously rebellions and jailbreak would be overlapping fields. Huh, it also wasn't lost on me that, had I been caught speaking with a member of the French resistance this much back in wartime, I may have been shot for treason by now.

Jeanne twitched at those words, but then said, "Yes yes, but nozing zat I'd force anyone but myself to read through. Very in-depth texts about political theory and history, incredibly specialised field."
I had to notice a bit of a contradiction in her words, given she'd complained about Yudai's textbooks being the same zing, er, thing. Well, I suppose these ones would be easier for her, given they were more her expertise.
She then sighed, "But of course, all ze really helpful and interesting books are likely being hoarded by Fuhito in his archive lab as we speak, no?"

"Well, not all of them," I said, as I figured this could be my segue into giving her my present, "Found this in the School Store, thought it may your sort of thing."

Jeanne's eyes widened as she saw the anthology book, before she eagerly took it. "Ah, Tsubasa, zank you! You have showed much forethought, no? Zese gentleman thief stories were all serialised back in le day, so how useful it is to have zem all in one place!" she beamed.

"Oh really, it's nothing..." I felt the urge to say, before another thing came back to me, "Yeah, that's right, I wanted to ask you about something else. It's about that ballroom actually, we oughta secure, or at least remove, that chandelier before it crashes down on anyone, or someone crashes it on purpose."

"Tsubasa, really, you do not need an excuse to invite me to le ballroom," Jeanne said as she fluttered her eyelashes, making me blush, "Still, you have a point, zat chandelier does stick out like le proverbial sore thumb, no?"

The two of us headed through the ice cave this time to get to the ballroom, given we hadn't gone through there before. And... yeah, I could see what Etsuko was talking about, I had to wrap my bomber jacket all around me to not be stricken by the cold. I'd only been this frigid at high altitude.

Jeanne though kept striding forth, possibly because she could've faced conditions just as bad, or perhaps out of sheer defiantness. She did have to be careful where she trod though, since the floor was slippery enough to send crashing into a stalactite, wall, or the other end of the cave. Right, as if I needed yet another hazard to keep track of, though I thought maybe if I'd been a professional ice-skater I could've used this cave as a shortcut?

Back in the ballroom again, the two of us started walking around either edge of the room until Jeanne shouted out from the other side, "Ah, it appears I have found le pulley system! Stand back, do not come near le centre!"

I looked up and saw the chandelier, one of the few things I could see in this darkness, hanging a good distance away from me, and nobody standing beneath. "Okay, it should be good to go!" I tried speaking as loud as I could.

At first I heard a metallic squeaking sound, then I heard Jeanne gasp as the chandelier fell down in an instant, crashing to the floor.
"Mon dieu, I slipped, I am so sorry!" Jeanne exclaimed.

I gradually approached the fallen chandelier, tiptoeing as carefully as I could to not stand on any broken glass in the darkness. "Well, the important thing was it didn't fall on anyone," I tried to cheer her up, though I uneasily reminded myself that all these glass shards could just become new murder weapons.

As I stood by the chandelier though, I heard brass blare as Columbird popped up right in front of me. "What in the name of all 49 States is this?! Do you know how we treat those who damage school property back where I'm from?!" he nearly exploded.

"I-It was an accident!" I tried to say, "We were just trying to lower the chandelier so it couldn't endanger anyone."

"Yes yes, don't want a repeat of le Palais Garnier," Jeanne spoke up.

"What in tarnated Hell is a Palais Garnier?!" Columbird spat out, but Jeanne seemed to sense he wouldn't care for the answer.
"And don't give me that 'endanger' crap, do you realise how much damage you've just done to this Occupied School? Anyway, the two of you better count your lucky stars it's late enough that I barely have time to give you the detention you punks deserve!" he roared out, before he said, "But tomorrow, oh ho ho, tomorrow is another day! I want you two to report back here at 0830 hours to take some goddamn responsibility for this, try to play truant and I'll star-spangle you with bullet-holes! Is-that-understood?!"

Jeanne and I could only nod, unless maybe Jeanne gave Columbird the finger that I couldn't see in the darkness.
Once he was gone, she pre-emptively said, "Hey, no need to apologise," to me, then added, "Blame le American animatronic, if anyone.
Still, ah, Tsubasa," she said in a brighter tone, "Looming detention aside, zis was still fun, no? Ooh, I will certainly read le book you gave me the moment I have le chance!"

I couldn't help but smile, "Hey, thanks, glad to hear something positive around here."

Jeanne's Trust +1

I figured tomorrow that I'd only have time to get dressed and have breakfast before that 'detention'. Jeez, even the word detention made me feel bad; I guess getting drafted had stamped out what little rebelliousness was in me. The opposite of Jeanne, really.

Well, on the bright side, maybe I'd have the chance to get breakfast with someone first?

[ ] Tallyhos, a new honey-flavoured cereal from the US, not the UK like you'd think. 3 Birdcoins
[ ] A Western breakfast of bacon and eggs. 2 Birdcoins
[ ] Meatloaf, as if we hadn't had enough during the war. 3 Birdcoins
[ ] A Japanese breakfast of miso and rice. 2 Birdcoins
[ ] Sausages and mashed potatoes. 3 Birdcoins
[ ] Forgers Bay Bridge Coffee. 2 Birdcoins
[ ] Lobster, wait, is it price increasing? Thought it was cheap. 5 Birdcoins

[ ] Dejan, he got along with Jeanne, so maybe I ought to talk with him more
[ ] Fuhito, his archives did intrigue me
[ ] Genpachi, it'd help to keep an eye on him
[ ] Hildegard, she'd been a real help during the investigation
[ ] Kagura, my first breakfast with her went well
[ ] Toranosuke, maybe I could talk to him about safety
[ ] Yoritsune, I was kinda curious how they even ate
[ ] Write-in

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[X] Hildegard, she'd been a real help during the investigation
[X] Sausages and mashed potatoes. 3 Birdcoins
[X] Forgers Bay Bridge Coffee. 2 Birdcoins

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My day started on a sour note, with both the rather muddy instant coffee and the serviceable if slimy sausages and mash, though honestly it wasn't like I was used to much better. But things were brightened when Hildegard chose to sit next to me.

"Guten morgen Tsubasa, er, ah sorry, would you prefer Enoshima?" she said as she corrected herself mid-sentence.

"...It's okay, my first name's fine," I told her, before I sighed, "I mean, we haven't really known each other that long, relatively anyway, but I guess situations like these have a way of making people feel close. Sometimes, well almost uncomfortably close."

Hildegard had to nod, "I can see your point, I mean, we like to think conflict creates or strengthens bonds, everyone chips in for the war effort and that. But honestly..." she muttered, then was able to continue, "A lot of time I see situations like these tear people apart. That's what they're designed to do, after all."
She looked at me, flinched and little, then slowly asked, "Tsubasa, um, would you ever have figured I was Jewish, let alone Romani, if I hadn't let it slip?"

Now that question I had to think a while about, before I admitted, "No, not really. But like, I'm not really the best person to ask, I've never met a Jew in my life. Ah, never had the chance, is all," I quickly added.

Hildegard still smiled but did have to wince. "Then again, I suppose I should be proud of that," she suddenly said, "I owe my survival to it. Blonde hair, blue eyes, well bluegreen really, point is I look just like the ideal Aryan girl. That the average Nazi refused to believe someone like me could be Jewish may have saved me from the camps. True, there are other ways of finding out one's heritage, but by the time they started looking through them, I was gone," She then went quiet, only then saying, "Most others where I lived, they weren't so fortunate."

I thought for a second, but then I recalled, "Actually, I can remember there were a couple of Jews who came over here early on in the war, well, before the German officers stationed here started complaining about us letting them in."

"Yeah, so Japan just stuck us all over in China," Hildegard had to mutter, then cleared her throat and said more normally, "I would've been one of the last to come over here, and by then I'd gotten used to disguising my roots, so I tell anyone looking that I was just another German and they'd believe me. And yeah, I was only lying by omission."

As those words sank in, I had to remark, "I can't blame for not wanting to tell us your Talent, giving what you've gone through. My own family's not that much, I mean we're kinda respected for our military background, but that's it. W-What I'm trying to say is, well, I couldn't tell what it's like being a minority."

"Uh, thanks," Hildegard said, only half-looking at me, "Hmm, you put that kinda awkwardly, but well, it's an awkward topic after all.
Hold on," she then said, shifting the conversation, "Your family's military background... does that mean you were samurai?" her eyes widened.

Now I had to flinch a little. "Only just," I told her, as I tried to recall the details, "The Enoshimas were ashigaru, so hmm, technically samurai but of the lowest rank. Well, back when that distinction even mattered. I think my own grandfather used to say our ancestor was there at the Battle of Yamazaki, uh, keyword being 'think'. Didn't get to see my grandfather much before he died, ugh, I'm getting off topic. Really, this is more Yoritsune's thing, I'm no historian."

"That'sfair, but look, Tsubasa, there's no need to put yourself down," Hildegard then said to me, "There's people who've handled being trapped in a Killing Game way worse than you have, you've even met some of them. I'm..." she then paused before sighing, "I was going to say 'I'm sure you'll do fine', till I thought I shouldn't be saying things I couldn't guarantee."

A thought occurred to me, as I then said, "Guess it's easy to be hard on yourself when you've got detention, huh?" I then explained, "Uh yeah, Jeanne and I were trying to detach a loose chandelier in the ballroom above, that way it couldn't be used to kill anyone. Thing is it slipped, Columbird got mad, and soon enough we'll be serving detention."

Hildegard had to smirk at that, "Knowing that bird, he'd get that mad over anything."

"Yeah, and since it's not an execution, I figure whatever it is it can't be any worse than the punishments in the army," I shuddered as I remembered those.
Looking back down at my breakfast, which I realised despite my deadline I'd barely touched since I'd started talking with Hildegard, I said, "They'd have to have better sausages than this back in Germany, right? Er, I was also talking about French food with Jeanne yesterday, hence the link."

"Well, so they say about German cuisine," Hildegard shrugged, "But it depends what sort of person you are, it controls what you get access to. Like even regular gentiles could get better meat than the Jewish quarters could."

"Ah yeah, I should've figured, " I mumbled.
Then noticing what time it was, I downed my mostly untouched coffee and began fast shoving the sausages and mash into my mouth. "Ack, I'm sorry," I then said to Hildegard, "Just realised the time, and I've gotta get going soon."

"Oh, I see," Hildegard nodded, but then smiled and said, "Still, I'm- I'm glad I got to see you this early, Tsubasa. Most of the times we've talked, it's been in an investigation."

I smiled myself, "Likewise, Schulz, ah, Hildegard. I'm glad I got to talk to at least someone this morning besides Columbird."

Hildegard's Trust +1

Saying our goodbyes, I then began my trudge to the second floor, awaiting whatever detention Columbird had in mind.

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"Half a minute late I see!" Columbird shot out at me the instant I entered the ballroom. Before I had time to reply, hen then demanded to know, "Where's that French girl of yours?!"

"Huh, Chevalier? I-I don't know, I didn't see her on the way here!" I told the truth, figuring that was probably the best thing to do in this situation.

"Is this insubordination I see? Why if any US soldier was this tardy, we'd have sent them to the firing squad!" Columbird kept ranting. Although, given Jeanne's title was the Ultimate Resistance Fighter... what he did honestly expect?
"Stay here, whelp, and get to sweeping up that glass while my eagle eyes track that Little Miss Frog!" Columbird ordered, tossing a brush and pan to me that hit me in the stomach. Honestly, that he wanted me to sweep up glass in the dark didn't really surprise me.

After he left, I tried the best I could to follow those orders without accidentally cutting myself. I almost froze when I then heard a voice in the darkness, but that tension left me once I recognised who it was.
"Psst, hey Tsubasa," Jeanne's voice spoke up, "Er, to explain myself, my original plan was to skip out on zis ridiculous detention entirely, but zen I recalled I would be leaving you here, and well, zat made me feel like I was abandoning a comrade, no?"

That did bring a smile to my face, even though I told her, "Really, I... wish I had your rebelliousness. I could never dream of disobeying an order, it's like it's programmed into me by now."

"Well, zat is a fascist society for you," Jeanne remarked, before she said, "Really, it was ze thought zat le bird might execute you for my disobedience zat tipped le scales for me."

"So there you are!" Columbird then bust back into the room before I even had the chance to reply to Jeanne. "Hmph, you worthless maggots better pray that you don't fall victim to tomorrow's motive!"

"Huh, motive? What motive, bird?" Jeanne spoke back up to him.

"Well, since none of you dainty little pussbabies have committed another murder by now, I've got no other choice but to give all of you the extra shove!" Columbird went over, "Oh, not that I'd tell you miscreants what the motive is beforehand, you'll have ta wait till tomorrow's assembly for that, like we do in civilised society!"

"W-wait, weren't those Prized Possessions our motives?" I asked.

"Feh, so much for them, the promise of them hasn't gotten a single one of you wimps to murder anyone yet!" Columbird raged back, "Ahem, so I'll have to include a little more incentive. Huh, and the Game started off so promisingly too, but you wastes of space and time just had to go disappoint and disrespect me!"

Columbird's rant, I got back to sweeping up all the glass, Jeanne now forced to join in. I got to thinking who I could talk to the moment this detention was over, if I still had the energy to do so. Talking to Jeanne right now was an issue, since whenever we tried to say something, Columbird would just yell over us again. Bet there was:

[ ] Dejan, he'd want to know about our detention
[ ] Fuhito, as despite his talent, someone with detective training should be warned of a motive announcement
[ ] Genpachi, I hadn't kept track of him all day
[ ] Kagura, see how she was going with her Lab
[ ] Momoka, her calming presence would be the exact opposite of Columbird
[ ] Toranosuke, for any other source of authority
[ ] Yoritsune, since I'd brought them up when talking to Hildegard
[ ] Write-in

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[X] Fuhito, as despite his talent, someone with detective training should be warned of a motive announcement
[X] Grape Panta, Cost: 4
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Once this detention was finally over, not a pleasant experience but I suppose nothing worse than what the air force had put me through, I turned to Jeanne and asked, "You think we should warn people about that motive announcement? I mean, we don't even know what said motives are even going to be yet, but still, it's the principle of it."

"True true, it does pay to not be caught off-guard, no?" Jeanne nodded and remarked.

"I was thinking of telling Kirigiri, actually," I brought up to her, "Like yeah, I know Hope's Peak didn't give him 'Detective' as his Talent, but he's still from a distinguished detective family, so I still think it'd help if he was warned."

"Wait, Fuhito, seriously?" Jeanne said back, twitching her eye at me, "Argh, do you not remember what he was like last time? His constant obstruction of anyone zat was not him just dragged the case out longer! Hmph, is it any wonder Hope's Peak did not recognise him as le 'Ultimate Detective'?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know, but..." I said, before I paused to find a better explanation for warning him, "Maybe if he realises we're both on the same side, he won't be that way towards us anymore?"

Jeanne stared at me wordlessly at first, but then sighed and said, "Fine, your call who you tell, Tsubasa, but I would urge you consider ozerwise.
Hmm, my first thought was to alert Dejan, but if Kagura is in her Lab as I suspect, it might be quicker if I told her first, no?" she lightened up in the second half.

We started on through the hot springs cave, then split as Jeanne went to find Kagura and I headed into the North building, where I took it Fuhito would be. I went into the library then tapped on a door at the back, hidden between bookcases.
"Er, hello there Kirigiri," I tried to begin with, not sure if I'd get a response. Birdcoin! x1

A slot on the door opened for someone to glance at me, and I heard Fuhito distinctly hiss, "What is it?"

I steadied myself and said, "It's me, Enoshima. Um, Columbird just said that he's planning to reveal motives for murder tomorrow, so I thought you'd be one of the best people to warn about that."

Fuhito then opened his Lab door, if only slightly, and asked me, "Okay then, what murder motives?"

I fidgeted as I answered him. "He didn't say which, exactly, just that they'd be tomorrow. Oh, and they'd be different from the 'Prized Possessions' one he said he planned to use earlier."

He sighed, "Is that all? barely anything for me to work off."

I stood back, maybe I really was just wasting his time? Still, I did say to him, "Well, at least it's better to be warned of this sort of thing than not to be, right?"

Fuhito looked like he was in thought for a moment, but he then said, "I suppose you do have a point there."

"Plus, well, despite your title, you are still a detective heir, so you're probably the best person to warn about this, right?" I said, hoping to get through to him more.

Fuhito suddenly went silent, before he slowly snarled, "You still don't have the faintest idea of the significance of that title, Enoshima. Kirigiri heirs are not just trained to be detectives, we are taught to place being a detective above all else. Above friends, above love, above any other pursuit you care to name. By Hope's Peak casting aside my true Talent, they have made a mockery of my entire life's work; the Ultimate Insult you might call it."

I had to stand back after that, after everything Fuhito had said. "Yeah, I don't think I could imagine. I mean, the Enoshima are a military family, but we don't base our whole lives around being soldiers..." I eventually muttered.

Fuhito's face twisted into a mocking smile. "You were among the Shinpu Tokubetsu Kogekitai, how much more dedicated to military service could one's existence be?" he just had to bring up.

I gritted my teeth at that, but managed to say as calmly as I could, "I mean, I was called up for that, even if they'll say I volunteered. Secondly, I dunno, maybe it was some higher power or just luck, but I somehow survived when I was ordered to die. I-I think that goes to show my life wasn't defined by that one calling, that and being in a Killing Game where I have no access to a plane, so... I'd say the same for you too." Plus, given how big a deal Genpachi had made about 'bad faith' around Toranosuke, I was kinda worried about what a similar interaction between the Jazzman and Fuhito could result in.
All my words did though was get Fuhito to narrow his eyes all the more at me, so I quickly tried another tactic. "Hey, um, I also got you this grape soda, er, if you'd like it?"

Picking up the can to inspect it, Fuhito remarked, "Wait, I recognise this brand. Hmm, this is the carbonated drink Germany started manufacturing when other countries stopped exporting soda to them, correct? And yet this brand wasn't disposed of down here despite this Killing Game has been set up by an Allied power, so we can surmise that some Axis defectors have since joined up with America?"

Wow, I couldn't believe Fuhito could make all those observations from a single can; it really did show me that he had been training all his life to be a detective. I nodded in return, trying to keep quiet that I mainly bought it for Fuhito because its colour reminded me of him.

"On a more conventional level, I could use a drink anyway. My throat is somewhat parched from the amount of time I've spent in this study," Fuhito added. Weird he'd make so much use of his Lab when he hated his title, but I supposed there was enough of an overlap between Librarian and Detective data-wise for it to be useful.
"This is probably the closest thing to wine we can get here anyway," he added again.

I tensed a little. "Wait a minute, you've had wine?" I slipped up and asked.

"I've confiscated a couple of alcoholic substances in my work," Fuhito said casually. Casually as someone like him could, anyway.

Huh, there really might be a chance I could get through to Fuhito, given he'd been surprisingly non-hostile with his last couple of lines.

Fuhito's Trust +1

The atmosphere having lightened a little, I breathed in and tried to say to Fuhito, "Hey look, Detective, Librarian, whatever, everything normal about Hope's Peak has been thrown out. So it's best we focus on doing something about the Killing Game, not on whatever Hope's Peak deems we are, right?"

"Indeed," Fuhito said, only for him to wreck the good mood with, "If I truly want to show the world why I deserve to be deemed the Ultimate Detective, what better way than solving all the mysteries behind this Killing Game?"

Er, I don't think that was the main reason why someone should care about stopping the Killing Game. Thinking now that it was probably time for me to go, I mean I had told Fuhito what I was there to tell him, I gave a short bow and said, "Well, I'll be going now, but yeah, hope we can get to the bottom of this."

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I didn't get to eat much of a breakfast next morning before Columbird showed up on the monitors, commanding everyone to "Get to the Gym pronto! And don't give me any excuse 'bout how humans ain't as swift as eagles, sounds like weakling-talk to me!"

As all fourteen of us left walked inside, Columbird then showed up in person, er, in bird, with the sounds of brass blaring behind him... only for him to panic when he realised what tune was being played: Birdcoin! x1

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"Right, turn that off, turn that off!" Columbird exclaimed, before he looked at all of us. "Okay, which one of you insubordinates thought it'd be so funny to sneak in some pansy-ass Britlander music?!"

Nobody made a sound, though my instinct was to glance over at Genpachi.

Moving on, Columbird perched back up and got to the topic, "Well well, what do we have here? Appears you foreign wussy-warts don't have the solid steel balls it takes to bird up and murder someone again! Hmph, don't see how some prissy Catholic has been the only one of ya to get some actual killin' done!"

"So you plan to give us a motive in order to get us to kill?" Fuhito then cut in, in a possible attempt to psyche Columbird out. "Starvation, perhaps? Bribery? A time limit?"

Not that it went anywhere, as Columbird laughed down at him and said, "Hah, all wrong! No, I came to announce that we have some godforsaken commie spy among our ranks!"

With those words, we all began looking over at each other. Manami though stepped forth to say, "That's... not entirely specific. Are they Soviet, Maoist? Russia and China alone are big enough countries."

"Why should I care? A commie's a commie!" Columbird spat back, before he pointed at us with a wing and added, "And before any of you say, 'Oh, so that's the motive', pipe down and be quiet, I ain't done yet! If any of you fourteen kill whoever's the ratbag commie spy, you will gain a one-time exemption from the fate that would otherwise befall a killer! No Execution for you, well, none now anyway."

"Huh, I thought America was allied with Stalin?" Jeanne spoke up, but Columbird just ignored her.

I... I honestly didn't really care that any of us could be a spy. If one of us was, they were still trapped in the Killing Game with us, so they were still part of the group like anyone else. Yeah, the Killing Game was the immediate problem, anything Communist could wait...
But what the promise of an execution-free kill may do to us couldn't. Any unity we'd recovered since the last trial could be about to break apart.

My thoughts grew worse from there. I still had no idea who the Voice was, they could easily be from a Communist nation for all I knew. Would, would that make me the spy, in that case?

Well, first thing first, I had to think of a way to address the group about this, not have us immediately disintegrate:

[ ] "Hey, um, look. I know a spy sounds scary, but killing each other's still worse"
[ ] "Look, whoever the spy is, we're not gonna find them immediately, so please let's try to carry on like normal"
[ ] "We should find the spy, but just apprehend them, not kill them! Remember, they're stuck here too"
[ ] "...How do we even know Columbird's telling the truth, that there even is a spy?"
[ ] I'd say nothing for now, I might not be the most suited here to handle this kinda situation.
[ ] Write-in