For several, this week's investigation was a little on the disturbing side, to put it gently; between the live decapitation and the victim's...that, it's been a rough day. But that doesn't mean that anyone is exempt from due process - by which we mean that there's a process, and you're all expected to do it.
The allotted time during which everyone is expected to investigate comes and goes; once it's passed full, those doors in the center of the second corridor slide open once again. The fluorescent overhead lights of the operating theater fill the room with light, bright and steady, as soon as the first person walks in; those seats remain empty above you, surrounding the podium circle in the center of the room. Two more have joined the ranks of the deceased; Nachetanya and Wesker's absences have been marked in the usual way, their podiums draped in black cloth with their portraits have been placed upon them, observing the proceedings in greyscale.
Once everyone has found their place in the circle, the public-address system returns to life with a crackle of static, followed by the Transmitter's voice carrying throughout the room, at least somewhat composed now, compared to earlier.
"Undying is...no longer with you. This is a little...different this time, but the guilty is still among you and you still have to seek them out, if you wanna prevent Rule Seven's completion.
Talk it over. Good- good luck"
Twenty-one Patients remain. We'll see how many leave at the end of the day.
[This certainly wasn’t how today was supposed to go. It was supposed to be just another body, just another trial and then he could move on with his life, just like all the weeks before.
But Krauser’s always been good at adapting to the situation and that’s what he’ll do now. He enters the trial room and takes his podium across from Wesker’s (don’t think about that, don’t even look at it) and for a moment all he does is stand there, one hand on the side of the podium while the other’s still clutching that machete. He’s cleaned it thoroughly of course, but he figured it’d be smart to bring it in case someone wants to try to look at it for evidence or something. Krauser’s grip on the podium is firm and his hands are no longer shaking, but for a moment he doesn’t look up at anyone in the circle.
Despite having just killed the person he was closest to, his expression doesn’t really reflect anything. He looks sort of angry, but that’s usually how he looks. When he finally gathers himself enough and looks up at the room, something seems to have shifted, though it’s not possible to tell exactly what it is.
All that matters now is that he’s ready.
Krauser doesn’t give anyone the chance to talk about what they found first, instead he speaks up.]
We should be focusing on the person who shoved the statue onto Wesker in the first place. The fact that his body was able to try and get back up on its own shouldn't factor into this discussion.
[Rin will present her evidence then, unwrapping it from the piece of paper she carried it in with as a safety precaution.]
A syringe. On my way to Section 4 I noticed the media room was a disaster zone, so I backtracked to investigate. An intense fight happened there. [She'll let McGillis explain most of it.]
This syringe was the last thing I expected to find. From an examination, I can tell you its contents were blood, but its since been emptied. It's not broken; the plunger is decompressed.
[Given Krauser was warning her to stay away from Wesker's blood, you can understand why she'd be worried, right?]
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