Take Responsibility.

[trustbound]

Once again, as people finish their investigations and make their way toward the door at the bottom of those stairs in the dorms, the door down there is unlocked once again. It opens as though of its own volition, with a loud clicking sound and a soft outward swing, not firmly enough to harm anyone who might be standing in the way but enough to give them some slight encouragement to move. The stairwell it leads to is once again dark, the only light coming in from the courtroom below, if it can really properly be called that. It stands as cold and unforgiving as it did last week, all concrete and steel and the podium circle in the center, surrounding the darkened pit in the middle. Nothing can be seen down there for the time being; it simply seems like a large black hole leading nowhere. Three more podiums have joined Jean's in being arranged differently from the rest; Caren, Yosuke, and Chitoge have all joined the ranks of the deceased, their podiums draped in black with their profile portraits sitting atop them, greyed-out and watching the room with unseeing eyes. The thirty-sixth podium remains empty and blank, as always. Once everyone has found their place in the circle, the public-address system comes to life once more, and after a moment Jericho's voice can be heard "Dexterous has been taken from you; seems like a lot of you were friends with her, and you all know why you're here by now and what you're supposed to do. So hopefully you guys won't be disrespectful assholes again and expect me to make you give a damn this time! Be self-centered about it all you want, just do your jobs. After all, it's in your best interests to do that. As always, do your best - I'm looking forward to seeing how it goes." Thirty-one Participants remain. However many are left at the end of the day is up to you.

Comments

[destage]

...Blue-san, I think I got something. Can you please put your hand back, for a moment?

[withabigsmile]

Are you sure all this sniffing isn't going straight to your head? Look!

[Her hands are clean! ...and smell a teensy tiny bit like bleach. Hmm...]

[destage]

[...]

Blue-san, your hands, they...I don't think this is going to my head.

[withabigsmile]

Ooh, you're looking pretty tough right now! Does this mean that you're going to accuse me of something, or accept that I like washing my armbands every now and then?

[zomgboom]

You, like, don't need bleach for that.

[destage]

...Ushiromiya-san has a point, Blue-san. You fit all of the criteria for possibly being Chitoge-san's culprit. If you have something that exonerates you, now would be a very good time to say it.

[Yeah her look's...settling into a bit of a glare.]

I'm not trying to be tough. I'm trying to stay alive.

[withabigsmile]

[Well.]

[bloodisthicker]

I think we'd all appreciate it if you didn't give us the runaround, Blue. You fit the profile of the probable killer fairly well at this point.