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

[fivepints]

...I'm fucking sorry, what?

[gorira]

The note. You burned it, you said. Did you put it in the incinerator?

[fivepints]

When the fuck would I have had the time to do it there?

[meanttobe]

Then how'd you burn it?

[fivepints]

Fire is my thing. I don't need a damn incinerator to know how to burn a note in my room without sending the building up.

[gorira]

Maybe during the murder investigation? After all, it was still warm there. Or did you bring matches to your room and burn it up that way?

It's a pretty straightforward question. How did you burn the paper?

[fivepints]

You just figured it out. Matches. My room. Congratulations, Nancy Drew.

[gorira]

You don't need to get fucking snippy with me, I just figured I'd ask, since, you know, matches apparently have a tendency to go missing around here.

[fivepints]

...Yeah, apparently.

[fittedgloves]

...You got those matches from the storage room, correct?

[fivepints]

Yes?

[fittedgloves]

When did you take them?

[fivepints]

I don't...I don't really remember, probably sometime last night? I've been keeping a lot of stuff in my room.

[fittedgloves]

Can you remember if it was before or after dinner?

[fivepints]

Look, are you trying to fuckin' accuse me of something? Because if that's what you're doing, you could at least say it to my face.

[fittedgloves]

I would, if I were accusing you of anything. I just want to know when you went in case you saw any suspicious activity.

[fivepints]

[Goddamn if he's not fussing with his clothes again.]

No. No, I didn't, all right? This doesn't fucking matter, when I did or didn't do something or how I knew about the fucking incinerator, I didn't meet with that crazy-ass girl last night so I don't get why we're even pursuing it.

[innocentloveholic]

[ ...mallick she actually sort of likes you, but you made her life a liiiittle hard up there so it's about time to give you shit. ]

How do we know you're telling the truth about that?

[fivepints]

[Oh, for fuck's sake.]

I at least had an argument when it came to Walter. Let's fucking hear yours.

[oasisrose]

... ... ...

[Sorry to interrupt, but...]

Then what were you doing? Retrace your steps from last night?

[fivepints]

Does it fucking matter? I was alone last night, so the first thing anyone's going to say is that it's can't be verified by anyone else.

[fittedgloves]

Except it does matter when you might have done something.

[andneversaydie]

...

[...she... god. she doesn't want to accuse people. she doesn't want to be here, so she's been quiet, but...]

You know... we've been talking about how she might've killed someone... but nobody's called her crazy for it, have they?

[poultryfists]

...Hey, weren't you the one that said the incinerator takes a while to burn stuff in the first place?

How'd you figure that out?

[fivepints]

I got fuckin' bored one night and decided to play with it, this doesn't fucking matter.