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

[greenmamabear]

Oh that's it.

[The thing in Fern starts trying to hop back and forth, swishing the knife back and forth.

She's making the swooshing sounds herself.]

Have at you! I won't stand for these insults! Swoosh!

[explosivecombat]

[...oh my god OKAY backing up a bit because what fresh hell is this.]

Can we not, madam, I-

[...]

What am I even supposed to call you. Is there a name here, or-

[everyone in this room has priorities. everyone]

[greenmamabear]

Hmph! [She's puts Fern's hands on her now completely red gooey hips.]

Very well! Its only honorable that I let you know your maker! I am known throughout the lands, beloved by the innocent and feared by villainy!

I am the Magnificent! Mysterious! Lady Celia! Bandit Queen!

[captainobnoxious]

[... Oh, she's a lady.]

Do we call you Magnificent, Mysterious, Lady Celia, or Bandit Queen?

[greenmamabear]

Your highness.

...Or just Celia, Fern always just called me Celia.

[captainobnoxious]

Alright, so, Celia! Nice to meet you, even if my first instinct is to kill you. Job and all that.

[uh.]

Did you help with the kidney stone, or was that all Fern?

[greenmamabear]

Oh, that was all Fern.

She was amazing.

[captainobnoxious]

I thought so too! It's not every day you beat up a big rock like that, you know? I liked her, can't say I blame you for literally ripping that guy a new one. She always downplayed herself though.

[-- Oh oh.]

Do you taste the same stuff she does? How's this work. I want your thoughts on our ice cream we made.

[IS THIS... THIS TIME.]

[explosivecombat]

[....................................o...kay.]

It's a pleasure, Lady Celia. Though I suppose it's something of a shame the circumstances of our meeting aren't slightly different.

[...LOOK HE IS NOTHING IF NOT POLITE, MOST OF THE TIME.]

[innocentloveholic]

[ kimblee she likes you

but

why are you like this. ]