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]

[WELL.]

I've seen worse. Like, don't get me wrong? But this is pretty on par with my day to day encounters.

Except they don't talk.

The talking's pretty new.

[her world, kimblee.]

[explosivecombat]

I've seen some...interesting things myself, but this is rather blatantly new, yes.

[why. why is everything like this.]

[captainobnoxious]

[SHE'S JUST FUCKING HAPPY TO SEE SOMETHING VAGUELY NORMAL.]

If they didn't have my knife, I'd wanna stick it in them, but that's habit.

[innocentloveholic]

[ she's just.... thirding this...... the beyond is full of gross stuff but none of it is probably "a woman and her hundreds of gross germ-pus children or whatever the fuck is happening now" ]

[zomgboom]

Usually they're aliens, not bacteria where I'm from.

[She's barely reacting to this, honestly. It's literally nothing she hasn't seen.]

[captainobnoxious]

I don't think I've ever met an alien before.

[You and her, Tabs. You and her.]

[zomgboom]

One time an alien kidnapped me which was, like, super rude and uncalled for honestly.

[TABBY IS THIS THE TIME????]

[captainobnoxious]

Seriously? What happened to you? How'd you get out?

[IS THIS THE TIME.]

[zomgboom]

Oh, I tricked him into taking me back to Earth and then the Avengers beat him up and he was, like, mad about it because I was his only friend or whatever? I dunno, this happened like thirty years ago.

["Isn't Tabby -" It's fine. Time is wibbly wobbly stuff. Don't question it.]