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]

Staphanie Coccus, that's me.

[introspects]

Are...are you the one who killed White-san, then?

[greenmamabear]

The dead man, right? No, that was a mix of Celia and the biomasses natural instincts.

[introspects]

...I see... Because Fern-san was their kingdom, right?

[greenmamabear]

Its a little more complicated than that, I'm afraid, dear. Its only with our presence in the brain that we can even control Ms. World's former biomass. Without our rapt attention, it would most certainly go after the first thing it smelled and feast on it.

Given the death of your associate, I believe Celia reigned it in to merely destroy him utterly.

[introspects]

A-Ah...

[ that's. hooo boy. orihime is glad she didn't see the body. ]

And she pretended to be Fern-san... I see. I'm sorry this had to happen.

[greenmamabear]

As am I.

Oh well. Lovely weather for a death.

[heritrix]

Thank you for that... explanation. [SHE... GUESSES...] How would you suggest dealing with that red substance we found?

[greenmamabear]

Just bacteria, dear. Feel free to wash them all down and end their lives naturally if you so choose.

[heritrix]

I'll take you word for it that that's the most humane method. [This had been the weirdest day.] Thank you for assisting us on this.

[greenmamabear]

Humane doesn't really apply here.

No trouble. I took an oath after all.

[notaccurate]

[This is easily one of the most disgusting things he has ever seen, and it is a miracle that he hasn't gotten sick yet. Even without the grossness, this is- was Fern. His stomach is turning from more than just the sight in front of him.]

I...I see.

Was she dead all along? Or did Walter really kill her last night?

[greenmamabear]

Well, this isn't the first time she's died. Just the first time there isn't a way to bring her back.

But we can only exist because Ms. World remembered us last weekend. So, yes, she was killed last night

[notaccurate]

[So the Fern he's talked to all this time, she was the real Fern.

Somehow, that's enough for him.]

...alright. Thank you. And my apologies on what will happen to you soon.

[innocentloveholic]

[ that's so. ]

Doooon't touch anyone, okay? I seriously don't want to deal with an outbreak here. [ At least... no, Dr. Staph is still kind of gross, but she's not trying to like

kill anyone

or be lesbian Robin Hood

so that's. better. except not really. ]