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

[introspects]

So you'd rather have had one of the children die?

You really aren't her at all.

[greenmamabear]

...How many children are here, do you think?

[introspects]

Why don't you indulge me?

[greenmamabear]

I asked first.

[introspects]

I don't know what you're trying to get at.

[greenmamabear]

...Listen, I genuinely don't understand how your time works, how many kids are here?

[introspects]

...My time?

A child would be considered anyone under the age of 18, I think. There are a handful of us here.

[greenmamabear]

[....that's still not helpful to her but.]

So, what, ten to twelve?

We have hundreds in here.

[matchbreaker]

[ that's about what she thought, honestly.

Damn. ]

[introspects]

Where is "in here"?

[perpend]

....inside Fern.

[introspects]

...

[ are we getting the right idea here or ]

1/???

[greenmamabear]

...Not quite.

2/?? body horror

[greenmamabear]

[She lifts up Fern's shirt a little to show the red pus all over her stomach.

It moves and churns and, seemingly freed by whatever was holding it back, starts coursing up Fern's body. Like little veins, it starts moving and growing all across her. It drips onto the floor, soon quickly reabsorbed as the pus reaches her legs. Her feet are soon completely consumed by the red goo, turning into a slug like end instead of limbs.

It hasn't quite reaches her head or arms yet. But it won't be long.]

3/3

[greenmamabear]

So yeah, we're more located in that red area than the whole body. It took a while to convince the chaps to let me up here to the brain.

[innocentloveholic]

Holy crud, you're disgusting!

[blackmass]

[what the ABSOLUTE FUCK]

mild emeto cw

[destage]

[...jesus christ she's gonna be sick.]

[introspects]

[ ?!?!?!?!?! ]

[perpend]

[Gods in heaven, what the utter fuck.]

[hesperos]

[ what the fuck. ]

[evilfrenzy]

[Well.

He sure is ready to smash the Nurturing button.]

[destage]

Inoue-san's right. You're not her at all, and you never will be.

How about giving up the ghost and introducing yourself properly?

[captainobnoxious]

Technically, she is the ghost.

[JUST

POINTING THAT OUT

WHILE SHE TRIES TO DECIDE HOW BEST TO GET HER FUCKING KNIFE BACK]

[destage]

...Fair...

[She's just gonna shrink back at that.]