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

[captainobnoxious]

[... She probably shouldn't carry knives everywhere she goes, but the fact of the matter is she does, even if it's just one from the kitchen.

She's gonna slip over and take off some of Fern's hair.]

[greenmamabear]

[I mean.

If Sigrun gets close she's gonna try to deck her.]

[innocentloveholic]

[ !!!! ]

Fight, fight, fight~!

[ .............yeah she's not fucking stopping this why would she ]

[evilfrenzy]

[...yeah holy shit, he's popcorning right now (but without the popcorn).]

[captainobnoxious]

[Oh

oh you want to brawl with the trained military captain.

That is not going to go well for you, my friend, her reflexes are more than good enough to handle that weak ass shit. Grapple!]

[greenmamabear]

[She'll grab Sigrun's arms, trying to push against her and maybe push her away. She's not all that strong though.]

[captainobnoxious]

[You are staying right here is where you're staying, Fern, and just for that the knife is certainly next to someplace pretty damn vital for living.

(The neck. It's the neck.)]

Calm down.

[That's a very, very commanding voice.]

[greenmamabear]

[Fern pauses for like, a second, staring at the blade.

But the rage takes over and she decides to kick Sigrun wherever she can.]

[captainobnoxious]

Ow-- hey, come on, I said stop! You'll hurt yourself!

[Come on Fern, she's gonna have fucking bruises and it's gonna suck, but this is really just prolonging the inevitable?? Sigrun'll take the blade from Fern's neck, but she'll aim to pin Fern against the podium instead; it's a little tricky, but Fern can escape in that second if she tries.]

[greenmamabear]

Grrgh! [Oh she's doesn't like that, she doesn't like that one bit. She struggles against the knife, moving quick to try and unpin herself and take the blade into her own hands.]

You're the one hurting!

[captainobnoxious]

[ALRIGHT

ALRIGHT FERN HAS A KNIFE.

Sigrun is in no way frightened by it, because she's faced things far worse than an amoeba with an attitude, but she's still not looking to get stabbed today.]

How'd you make those claw marks?

[sleepytimegal]

H- hey, Fern, calm down, come on!

[heritrix]

[...well, how distracted are you, Fern? Because if you're occupied with both hands fighting Sigrun, Rin's going to try to sweep in there and yank out a strand of your hair super quick.]

[greenmamabear]

[Rin actually manages to grab some strand of hair, but Fern's turning quick in a rage.]

You little bastard!

[captainobnoxious]

Eyes on me, Fern!

[And she'll try to grab her again, c'mere.]

[greenmamabear]

[She sees Sigrun out from the corner of her eye and quickly retreats.]

[perpend]

[That's his cue, apparently, to rush in the direction towards putting something between Fern and Rin. That something being himself.]

[greenmamabear]

[She quickly dart back.]

[ninehundredlives]

[Oh god, has she got that knife still?

Fuck it, Susan's coming over there now]

[heritrix]

[Hey, she got what she wanted and she's backing the fuck up while she still has it.]

I got it! Sigrun, keep holding her.

[She's sorry to make you do all the work, but let's put an end to this already. Rin takes a look at the hair in her hands. Is it still green?]

[notaccurate]

Fern! Sigrun! Stop!

[Why are you fighting please stop fighting he actually gets along with Fern this is very upsetting.]

[captainobnoxious]

[ABSOLUTELY NOT]

Difficult people get dealt with difficulty!

[innocentloveholic]

No way, this is the most exciting thing that's happened in a trial ever! Keep it up, girls!!

[ THIS IS GOOD ENTERTAINING SHIT, LUCA, DON'T HATE ]

[destage]

Fern-san, stop this! This isn't what your son would want!

[Hi, she is going to shout something in the hopes that she can distract Fern for long enough for Sigrun to get this under control!]