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

[perpend]

Post traumatic stress is what happens to people who have been through a traumatic event. It doesn't matter what the event was-- it can be a lot of different things.

It changes people, usually for the worst. They tend not to go back to being the people they were before the event took place. They change, because terrible things have a tendency to do that to people.

[trustbound]

Oh. ...Usually people die too fast for that to matter here.

[...Rachel, for fuck's sake.]

[perpend]

...that doesn't change the fact that the Jericho you knew is gone.

[trustbound]

He hasn't been Jericho for very long.

[perpend]

How long is that? Just since the start of this "game" of yours?

[hesperos]

Wait, what?

Did he have a different name or something?

[perpend]

I assume "Jericho" is a false name-- I've assumed they've all been using false names from the beginning.

[hesperos]

What.

[ For fuck's sake. ]

[trustbound]

He did, yes.

[bloodisthicker]

...

What was it?

[trustbound]

I can't tell you that, and it wouldn't mean anything to you anyway.

[bloodisthicker]

Not necessarily, but...

[he sighs.]

Well, if you can't, you can't.

[matchbreaker]

... Either way, there we go. [ her one offer left hanging she makes this one and sort of just leaves Ditty in her hands before turning to fact that Jericho announcement- ]

Let's defeat "Jericho" and hopefully bring back that precious person of yours. Consider it, at least!