Take Responsibility.

[antitrust]

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.

Comments

[openterrain]

[ Damnit Susan, don't do this to him. You're the only mom we have left! ]

What things?

[ninehundredlives]

[There's tension in her shoulders and in the line of her jaw, but her voice holds steady.]

...some flowers that came out of the machine. Nothing cloth.

[openterrain]

[ He peers at her suspiciously, but... ]

... alright. I don't think it could have been flowers anyway.

[ninehundredlives]

They burn too fast.

[She sounds weirdly vindictive towards these flowers, but she's right.]

[oftheland]

I can confirm this, obviously. I only burned the flowers, and as far as I can tell, they'd come straight out of the machine.