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

[trustbound]

You fucking heard me.

[YOU...MAY NOT HAVE UNDERSTOOD HIM BUT SURELY YOU HEARD.]

[bloodbiter]

But...

[Okay, let's just leave aside how she understood basically none of that.]

Punishing us won't change what happened.

[trustbound]

It will eventually. I don't expect you guys to get it.

[bloodbiter]

No... I'm curious, admittedly. Earlier, we were told that the reason this has stretched on so long was because the viewers wanted to see bad people suffer, but you mentioned only a moment ago that the viewers are gone.

What is the real reason you didn't kill us immediately? What do you stand to gain from this?

[trustbound]

Maybe I wanted to see you guys suffer for a while, after all the goddamn problems you've caused me.

[bloodbiter]

...I don't understand. What problems have we caused you, specifically?

[trustbound]

Just...it's been a bunch. A good amount of you shouldn't exist anymore? It's weird.

[bloodbiter]

We shouldn't exist anymore? Why not?

[heritrix]

...the butterfly effect.

[bloodisthicker]

Maybe you should explain it so we can try to understand why you think you should definitely murder people like Hibiki along with us actual terrible people.

[trustbound]

The process for drawing people here isn't perfect. Sometimes shit happens.

[evilfrenzy]

[...]

How imperfect are we talking? You obviously have people that you want to end up here, and Rachel can apparently track us.

[trustbound]

Not totally imperfect, but pretty damn.

Sometimes Rachel likes to start shit, too, which doesn't help.

[bloodisthicker]

That's a bad sign. That's always a bad sign.