Take Responsibility.

[trustbound]

And once everyone has done what they need to do and gathered at that bottom of that stairwell in the dormitory, the door before them once again seems to unlatch and swing outward, lightly and of its own volition. It's the fourth time in the span of about a month; perhaps there's some strange, dark sense of familiarity in it. Perhaps, too, that stairwell leading further down is beginning to feel familiar, dark and unwelcoming though it is; the courtroom is still illuminated at the bottom of it, sending a slight amount of light up the stairs and guiding everyone down to that stark room made of concrete and steel. The podium circle stands still and silent in the center, waiting for everyone to take their place around the darkened pit below; once again, there's been a change in the circle itself in the form of three more podiums joining the ranks of the deceased. Fern, Tabby, and Sigrun all have their places in the circle marked with black cloth and a photograph in greyscale, keeping watch over all of you in a manner both unseeing and vaguely judgmental. As always, the thirty-sixth podium stands blank and unoccupied among you. Once everyone has found their place in the circle, Jericho can be heard over the public-address system; he seems to have collected himself at some point during the investigation, it shows in his voice, as little as anyone really wants it to. "For better or worse, Boundless is no longer among you. I'm sure you guys all know what that means by now, what you're here to do. And before you ask, because I know it's going to come up eventually and now's as good a time as any - yeah, we'd have you down here if someone tries to be a big damn hero for the group, because someone's still dead because somebody fucked up. It just means the dead person and the guilty person are the same person. So you know what, the game's the same, no matter what happened here - innocent against the guilty, fourth time, let's go! And as always, do your best!" Twenty-six Participants remain. However many leave this place is up to you.

Comments

[notaccurate]

The pill bottles in the infirmary were moved around. No whole bottles were missing as far as Hibiki and I saw, but there were some missing sleeping pills from one of the bottles. They were, ah... barbiturates, yes.

[firstaid]

Forgive me for not knowing, but what are barbiturates?

[Because that sounds ominous and important.]

[notaccurate]

[That is a good question because Luca actually does not know.]

A type of sleeping pill, as far as I know.

[sleepytimegal]

Yeah, they're uh...sedatives.

[evilfrenzy]

[Rideaux has been listening closely to this and yikes.]

Correct. And they are pretty damn potent at that.

[perpend]

They're also extremely lethal in the right dosage.

[heritrix]

Or when mixed with alcohol. It says as much on Susan's list.

[ninehundredlives]

Yeah, you'd die easy doing that...

[Susan's arms are still folded, and she doesn't look up.]

[innocentloveholic]

[ ...Barbiturates, huh... ]

Sedatives, but they're like, the kind you don't wanna mess around with willy-nilly.

[ Read: They're sort of not in the area of fucking around—not necessarily in the "it works real quick at a low dosage" way, but definitely in the "it's hilariously easy to get addicted to and overdose on" way. ]