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trustfelled2016-07-09 12:00 pm
andexecutioner) wrote in trustfelled2016-07-09 12:00 pm
Take Responsibility.
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." |
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[ We're doing this. Cool. ]
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[ferid shut the fuck up]
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[ LOOK ISAAC, SHE HAS THE WORST TEMPER SHE COULDN'T NOT SAY ANYTHING ]
Whatever.
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Just don't do it again.
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Look, we all despise him -- fighting each other isn't going to help us beat him!
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[ You have located Katniss's chill, sort of. ]
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[Someday we are going to make the Adjudicator deeply regret all of this.]
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Guys, we all have things to get back to and maybe all of us are capable of doing what we're talking about.
But this? Isn't helping.
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Do you want your son to follow in your foot steps too?
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[HES MAD AS HELL OTHERWISE HE WOULDN'T SAY IT]
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That's too bad.
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