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trustfell2017-09-30 12:11 pm
trustbound) wrote in trustfell2017-09-30 12:11 pm
Take Responsibility.
| 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. |
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[Jericho's voice sounds out suddenly across the room over the system; he sounds...kind of alarmed himself, and also quite as though he's trying very, very hard to not sound alarmed.]
There's a reason we vote by title, and that's because the title's assigned to the body. Multiple personalities, demonic alter egos, actual zombie viruses, lesbian bacteria that think they're Robin Hood, whatever – I don't care what's piloting the body around, the body's what's going to die so that's what you vote for.
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[Then, aside to Celia:]
Who's Nurgle?
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What's that got to do with Celia?
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Robin Hood is a heroic outlaw from English folklore. He could use a bow and a saber, and was famous for robbing from the rich to give to the poor.
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Don't worry too much about it, okay? Just try not to eat my Participants or rend them limb from limb or whatever.
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[WHAT THE FUCK SORT OF SHIT HAVE YOU SEEN.]
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Nice... to meet you, by the way?
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Oh, uh. Likewise?
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[LIKE
SHE DOESN'T THINK SO? SHE ASSUMES NO.]
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Get back to the trial.
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Fine! But I'm only gonna say it once to you! Thanks for the answer.
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You know, I didn't actually expect that to work. Anyway, just... All of you get back to the trial.
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[ but those are all really specific, they sound like they have stories. ]
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[you. fuck does he do with you.]
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