Take Responsibility.

[trustbound]

And once everyone has finished their investigations of the building, the door down at the bottom of that stairwell in the dorms seems to once again have been unlocked; it opens slowly and as though of its own volition, swinging outward lightly after an audible click of the latch. Hopefully everyone knows better than to stand in front of it by now, but if not...well, it's gentle enough to provide some sort of encouragement to move without straight-out hitting anyone. For the third time in as many weeks, the stairwell that door leads to is dark; the only light visible is what managing to get in from the courtroom below. The room itself remains as unforgiving and imposing as ever with its walls made entirely of concrete and steel; the podium circle stands starkly in the center, wooden structures ringing the darkened pit below. Again, there's been a change in the podium setup; Blue and Walt have joined those with podiums draped in black. Their profile portraits are arranged atop them, greyed-out and observing the proceedings, along with the rest of those that you've lost. As always, the thirty-sixth podium stands empty. Once everyone has found their place in the circle, Jericho can be heard over the public-address system; he seems to have gotten himself together a little more since morning, though he still doesn't quite seem up to the usual. "Methodical's been taken from you; almost all of you know why you're here right now, and even if your secrets aren't safe anymore, I'd still suggest doing your job to the fullest - unless you consider those secrets worth dying over, even if they aren't worth killing over. As for the guilty party...your secret's safe with me, but unfortunately? You're not safe at all just yet. Whether you manage to actually ensure that you are by the end of the trial is a different matter, I guess. Innocent against the guilty. Let's go round three, see how well you all come out. As always, do your best!" Twenty-nine Participants remain. Let's see how many remain at the end of the day.

Comments

[ninehundredlives]

...it would slow your heart...

[Does Elda seriously even have a functioning heart she's a vampire]

[matchbreaker]

Oh, yikes, that could be pretty bad then, yeah. I'd be all sorts of messed up.

[ Blood is life, after all. ]

[hentopan]

If it was a cocktail of them it woulda been a mess on top of that. Kidney, liver failure, all that fun stuff.

[matchbreaker]

Then yeah, anyone who had it ought to be a mess, right?

[hentopan]

Was it all barbiturates? Acetaminophen's a pretty common pain killer too.

[captainobnoxious]

[those sure are fucking words]

[hentopan]

[ Shh he's a nerd. ]

mods...?

[ninehundredlives]

[do we even have an answer for this because I personally haven't been getting that deep into the science]

[trustfellows]

[it's not possible to tell what specifically was used, just assume it was a cocktail because guys the specific painkillers effectively don't matter, if they mattered we would have given them to you]