Take Responsibility.

[andexecutioner]

The door at the northwestern corner of the foyer is open. It's hard to say when it opened, but the fact of the matter is that it seems to have; it leads to a separate hallway that seems to run alongside the dormitories. The hall is long and dimly-lit, but it's illuminated well enough to make it plain that the walls and floor in here are different; they're far less designed to give off an impression of grandeur - if anything, it's claustrophobic back here: the walls are close and darkly-colored, and the entire area is barren until it opens up into the room serving as your destination. The room is circular and high-ceilinged, covered in more of the exposed wood that lines the rest of the building; there aren't any visible lights, however, which is...odd, given how bright the place is. It lends the entire area a sense of unreality; it's easy to distract yourself from it, however, once you notice this place's centerpiece. In the center of the room is a circle of podiums, thirty in total, arranged so that everyone standing at them can see each other. So everyone can look each other in the eyes, if they so choose. The podiums are interlocked - there's no cutting across the center of the circle, and for good reason, it looks like there's a lot of nothing down there where the floor should be - and each is bearing the title of the person who's assigned to stand at it. No names, just adjectives, emblazoned across two brass panels on the very top and the front of each podium. Affixed to the podium itself is a panel with buttons on it, and again, there are thirty in total; next to the buttons are smaller strips of engraved metal to serve as labels, bearing the titles of everyone that's been present in the facility, living or dead. All of the podiums are identical, except for the one intended for Sayaka. The podium that should bear Attentive's title has had a black cloth draped over it, and a copy of Sayaka's profile photo is sitting on top of it, framed and colorless, an image in greyscale. Juri is nowhere to be found in here, but that doesn't mean you're alone down here; the feeling that you're being watched is strong, and he'll wait until you've had time to take in what you're looking at before he addresses you - over the public-address system again, from the sound of it. "Attentive's dead, and somebody's to blame for it - but you guys get to decide whether Rule Seven's carried out or not. It's your job to hold them responsible for what they've done. Good luck in doing it."

Comments

[hesperos]

A clean-up, huh? Anywhere else in there that looked like it was given a good wipe down?

[flagitate]

[ Well... ]

The tables. They look kind of shiny, right? Whatever made them look like that is gone.

[myfedorarocks]

The finish was stripped?

That might account for the smell-- someone used some kind of chemical cleaner to clean something up. It just happened to take the shine with it.

[flagitate]

I guess. It was only that one table.

[myfedorarocks]

.....That might give credence to the attacked from behind theory-- Sayaka she...

Well, she could have bled on the table.

[flagitate]

[ this is some kinda Careers shit ]

I guess we just need to figure out who's that much of a coward.

[hesperos]

Sounds like someone was trying to hide something. Which I know it's obvious, but it sounds like a struggle or the attack kinda originated here first...maybe the killer wanted to try to hide it.

[ Just his two cents. ]

Dunno much about chemicals, but I'm guessing it probably helped in that somehow.

[flagitate]

It'd explain why the chairs were moved around.

[mylanceisbiggerthanyours]

...how tall was Miss Sayaka?

[flagitate]

Tall as me. So 5'5".

[mylanceisbiggerthanyours]

...How many o'us are shorter than that..?

[A quick glance around...it's mostly a bunch of tols and smols, and not much in-between]

..Almost wonderin' if they needed to stand on a chair to do it, but that don't make much sense, Ah reckon.