trustfell | Take Responsibility.

After a while, the door at the bottom of those stairs unlocks and it swings open gently of its own accord, allowing everyone back down into the courtroom; it's not as bad as it was last week, but again, there are decidedly fewer of them than there were last time.

The podium circle has changed once again, with Rick, Tabby and Sukuyo joining the ranks of the deceased, their podiums draped with black cloth and adorned with greyscale photographs. The shadows are quiet down in the darkness of the pit; for the time being, it's hard to say what the pit itself looks like after the explosion last week.

One way or another, we'll find out by the end of the day.

As usual, the proceedings are being watched from behind that panel of glass behind podium 30; he'll speak as soon as everyone has found their place in the circle.

"Familial has been taken from you. Regardless of what her affiliation was – whether she was with me or the lot of you – you know what you have to do by now. There can be no hesitation; you should offer no mercy.

It's you against the guilty. Take control of your fate, and hold them responsible."

Ten Participants remain. However many more we lose today is up to you.

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... The notes match.

[ He frowns and pauses for a moment, passing the very... chirpy suicide note on, he'll hang onto the note from her room. ]

But I think there's a possibility somebody could've forced her to write the one in the dining hall.

Or that the same person, who isn't Sukuyo, wrote both.

I'm willing to bet the note in her room is actually hers. I found it crumpled and underneath the blankets of her bed, and besides her chair being fallen over, there wasn't a sign of a fight.

... That's right, though. Hey, Susan, did the body have any bruising on it? I was wondering if maybe she fell over on her chair.

There was a little on her face, but...it didn't really look like she'd gotten in a fight, or fallen, or anything like that. It looked like someone had done this a bit too hard.

[She demonstrates on herself, reaching up to grab her face and turn it to the side.]

That was all. She died peacefully...