Take Responsibility.

[transmittable]

The past several weekends have been an unrelenting barrage of death in particularly disturbing manners; either the method or the number of people, sometimes both, have been particularly extreme. This week has seen fewer dead than the last; however, the way that that one kill seems to have happened... It's not a particularly good tradeoff. Either way, however, expectations still need to be met and investigations still need to be carried out; once the allotted time has passed, those doors in the center of the second corridor slide open once again, the sight managing to be at the same time familiar and unwelcoming. The fluorescent overhead lights of the operating theater beam down, flooding the room with bright and steady light as soon as the first person walks in; the seats surrounding the podium circle in the center of the room remain as empty as ever. Four more are gone, their absence notated by their portraits joining the others in watching the proceedings through greyed-out and unseeing eyes, Kogami, Madison, Sakura Matou, and Osomatsu's podiums all draped in black. Once everyone has found their place in the circle, the public-address system comes to life once again in a light crackle of static; the Transmitter can be heard throughout the room shortly thereafter. "Fraternal is dead. You guys...you know what to do. Put together what you've found and try to seek out the guilty. You know what'll happen if you can't. Good luck." Eleven Patients remain. We'll see how many leave at the end of the day.

Comments

[journalname]

Ah...I found it on Osomatsu's desk. There were no notes or anything like that...I would like to check this later.

[In case he left anything behind digitally.]

[cadmiums]

Do you think he was using the tablet before he got called out of his room?

[journalname]

Oh, maybe? It looked as though he spoke to the Transmitter and the Risen quite a bit, and she often stays up very late.

[cthulwho]

Are the Risen often available to speak with?

[journalname]

Not often, but it seems that they have a regular schedule. I have meant to speak to them more often than I have, myself.

[cthulwho]

I see...

[He thinks he might ask Asgore more about this later. Y'know, if later happens.]

[cadmiums]

No, usually only after the incentive. They don't like to text, either.

[cthulwho]

That is good to know...

[He seems rather thoughtful with this information in mind.]

[cadmiums]

They're not pleasant to talk to.

[ But he'll leave it at that, at least during trial. ]

[journalname]

But interesting, at times.

[arebetter]

They're assholes.

[cadmiums]

[ He was totally going to leave it at this, but Pizzazz gets a thumbs up because he agrees 100%. ]

[arebetter]

[ Thumbs up right back tbh ]

[doctorize]

Really? [Huh] What did he talk about with them? Are the messages still on there?

[journalname]

I did not try to read any of it. It did not seem the time.

[doctorize]

This might be the only time to do so, though: for all we know, it might lead to the identity of the killer, or at least provide some clue as to why this happened.

[journalname]

You think that he might have told the Transmitter...about who had come, or who he was meeting?

[cadmiums]

I didn't know he talked to her that much.

[journalname]

[Asgore shrugs and taps the tablet's screen carefully with a clawtip.]

I did not either, but we never spoke of her. I suppose I can see if he said anything to her last night.