Take Responsibility.

[transmittable]

This week isn't a good week - for anyone, it seems. The death doesn't seem to have gone over particularly well with anyone, whether captive or captor; it's difficult to say, for the time being, what will ultimately come of it - and how well the case will be solved, given that this is yet another hit to your number. There are so few of you now. Even so, there are still things to be done and processes to be carried out; the allotted time for investigation comes and goes, leaving only the sound of the courtroom doors sliding open again in their wake. The fluorescent overhead lights of the operating theater illuminate the room as soon as the first person enters, their light bright and steady; the seats on the upper level remain unoccupied where they're surrounding the podium circle in the center of the room. Danny and Ryoji's greyed-out portraits have joined those indicating the absence of the deceased, the podiums they rest upon draped in black as they watch the proceedings through unseeing eyes. The public-address system crackles back to life once everyone has found their place in the circle; the Transmitter can be heard throughout the room shortly thereafter. She's at least a little more composed, but her words shake. "Amiable's...gone. Figure out what happened, and- and do what you have to. For his sake. Good... Good luck." Nine Patients remain. However many leave here today is up to you.

Ashes to Ashes

[journalname]

[Very shortly after the trial, notes will be delivered to everyone's door:]

Please join me in the foyer in two hours to honor Ryoji. - King Asgore Dreemurr

[The signature is more ornate than anything he's signed since being here. Given the presence of his title as well, he seems to be taking this formally.

When the time comes, Asgore will be standing in the external foyer. He's wearing his full royal regalia, including the very seldom-seen crown, and he stands with his paws clasped behind two small tables set up in the center of the room. One holds a large flowerpot, which some of you might recall Asgore carrying around frequently when it still held a golden flower. Now, though, a new plant has been transferred into it, one with clusters of bright blue flowers. Their color is very close to that of Ryoji's eyes. The other table has a small bowl, one of the nicest ones from the kitchen. It's filled with familiar black dust. Asgore only had time to grab a handful, but given the size of his hands, it's enough.

As people gather, he begins to speak:]

Among monsters, it is tradition to take the dust of the deceased and spread it upon something they loved, so that their spirit may live on in it. There was...one thing Ryoji loved here more than any other. Let us each sprinkle some dust on this flower, so that we may give it to the Transmitter. I know that she cannot accept gifts from us at present, but one way or another, I am sure it shall come to her.

You may say a few words as you sprinkle the dust, or not. Whatever you feel is appropriate.