Taking Responsibility.

[trustbound]

A while after that space behind and above the game room has been accessed, after things have been looked over, Jericho can be heard over the intercom; apparently, it works over in that area as well. "Wow, you guys really are having a great time going through our stuff, aren't you? Good for you! Seriously, look at all of you go, utilizing Rule Four and everything. It's cute as hell. I'm guessing you want something out of all of this, though – I mean, we absolutely could leave you there to just sort of mull things over until somebody else dies, but that seems like a waste of everybody's time, and believe it or not, I'm not too crazy about wasting tme. So if you're all happy with what you found, go ahead and head down to the courtroom – as always, we'll be waiting for you." And as he's said, the door the courtroom below is unlocked and open when you arrive; as always, feel free to follow that darkened stairwell down to that familiar room made of concrete and steel. There are so few of you now. Kyrie's photograph has joined the others in the circle that have their pictures in monochrome, their podiums draped in black – but notably, the podiums have all been rearranged. There are definite patterns to it, if you look; either way, feel free to find and take your place. The pit in the center of the circle remains darkened, but it isn't as though it matters much for the time being, given that there would be no one in it; after all, the thirty-sixth podium, across from all of you, is occupied. Hilda is standing there, dressed in black as always, a notebook folded tightly against her chest – not the notebook that killed Aligula, but a nice leatherbound one. She looks at everyone expectantly as they walk in; the implication is incredibly clear. It's you against the guilty. Take control of your fate, and hold them responsible. When she does speak, it's simple and straightforward, especially as compared to Jericho's rambling. "Let's begin, shall we?"

Comments

[notaccurate]

So it's- [God this would be easier for him to understand if he knew what movies and tv were, give him a moment.] -it's like theater, but the actors don't know they're putting on a play? Or it 'used to be', as far as you know.

...would that make Jericho the director?

[trustbound]

[...She actually has to think about that.]

No. Jericho is involved in this as much as you guys are, I think.

[notaccurate]

Quite a role, for someone who hasn't even shown his face yet.

Actually, if we are to live and die by his will, then I want to see him. The accused has the right to see their accuser.

[trustbound]

And the powerless don't tend to have a whole lot of rights in general.

[notaccurate]

[He sort of just. Throws his hands up in the air.]

See? This is what I am talking about! Courts are supposed to protect the powerless! How is this 'judgement' fair when the accused don't even have the right to defend themselves?

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . ]

What do you mean? Were Hilda, Alena, or Jericho ever participants in one of these things? Or has he just bound himself to this insanity completely?

[trustbound]

[Nah, Jericho's pretty dedicated to the crazy train, apparently.]