Take Responsibility.

[transmittable]

The alotted time for investigation is perhaps more eventful for some of you than others; some of you have done things that you probably didn't want to be anywhere near the vicinity of doing, whereas some of you are just trying to get through the day as best you can while knowing that another of your number has been taken from you. Regardless of what you've done, however, as a group all of you have done what's expected of you. As such, those doors in the center of the second corridor open up once more into the darkened operating theater, the fluorescent lights flooding the room with light as soon as someone enters and remaing bright and steady throughout the course of what's about to happen here. The seats above are unoccupied, as always; the podium circle remains in the center, untouched save for the ones previously assigned to the deceased. The podiums belonging to Doug and Yusuke have joined the rest in being draped in black cloth, the portraits of those you've lost staring out in greyscale across the circle. And once you've found your place, the public-address system bursts back to life, the Transmitter's uncomfortable voice sounding out across the room. "Stylistic is dead. The, uh- the guilty's among you, so...it's up to you Patients to put together the evidence, to see who's...alive, after all this. ...Good luck." Twenty-five Patients remain. We'll see how many are left at the end of the day.

Kind words do not cost much. Yet they accomplish much.

[carnivorously]

[Well, that was one hell of a trial. Kogami’s tired and hungry. He’ll get his staple hamburgers, but maybe he’ll be nice enough to help make some for everyone.

So there’s a note that goes out:]

Food in the dining hall – K, P, Q, & R

[It’s quickly written and straightforward.

And indeed there is food. There’s a shitton of hamburgers made by Kogami and Rose, the sliced cheese prepared by Pizzaz, and cake by QQ. Pickles, ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise and other such condiments are set out as well as an assortment of buns.

There’s not lighted candles this time, so it’s clear that the usual preparers didn’t help with this ‘buffet’. (Well, if it wasn’t clear with the note).

So rest, relax, and well, you’re probably going to have to get your own drinks this time, sorry…]