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

[matchbreaker]

That's right. We only have his word, but we also don't have any physical evidence to connect him to anything, do we?

[destage]

...No blood, no match on the handwriting...

[It's a good point, and at this point, she just kind of wants to shut up because she fucking hates this.]

[matchbreaker]

Sort of him forging things twice, I'm not sure how we've got him.

[ But they can't just let it sit like this, of course not. ]

[explosivecombat]

So you're claiming that both the note and my handwriting sample were forged somehow?

You people really do like to get needlessly convoluted.

[matchbreaker]

... No, yes? [ MMMMMRRRR ] No, I suppose the simple answer would have to be the sample now was forged even if that makes less sense. Like you using a different hand or something.

[ but that sounds so dumb. ]

[firstaid]

Have him write the note with his left hand?

[She noted he wrote it with his right.]

[explosivecombat]

I'm right-handed - the sample was written with my dominant hand. Unless you're claiming that I can write legibly with my off hand.

[matchbreaker]

I don't know, I'm honestly thinking out loud a this point.

[ She's tired, really. ]