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

[doctorize]

[UM RUDE]

Absolutely not. All I did was examine the body and answer what was asked of me here, like I always do during these wretched things.

Besides, you don't stitch wounds with thread and needle from the sewing room, that's stupid. Remember the kit I brought from the infirmary to stitch your hand with?

[georgeous]

What was stitched wasn't a wound. It was a mouth, on a crimescene that was clearly set up to be as gruesome as possible.

[doctorize]

Indeed. As such, it's possible that our killer either didn't know where the kit for preparing stitches was kept and resorted to thread and needle from the sewing room, or simply went with what they knew in regards to sewing rather than stitching like you would for most injuries.

[cadmiums]

But the stitching wasn't to fix an injury, but to cause one.

[doctorize]

Exactly, which is why I'm inclined to believe the latter. Especially if the goal was for shock value, then it would be more noticeable than using the kit that's in the infirmary.

[positivespin]

That sounds like trying to take focus off the infirmary. With the impact of what happened to Osomatsu...it would probably be in killer's advantage to try to get our attention elsewhere. Long enough to get away with it.

[preciousking]

[ He's rude, what can he say!! ]

I remember it, yeah. But someone went to great lengths not to use anything in the infirmary. Would've been more convenient to use the rubbing alcohol there to set a fire than go to the bar and get rum, for instance.

And it would've been easier to use a scalpel than a dagger to stab someone, but we all know you carry scalpels with you. If they were used we would immediately suspect you.

[doctorize]

I was carrying a few before for my own protection, yes, but I don't have any on me now. My behavior during that last trial was inexcusable, and I don't want to give people a reason to feel like they can't trust me anymore.

[In fact, what he sets on his podium for the pocket check is his room key, and some glass eyes of his.]

[preciousking]

This isn't about the last trial. I'm not gonna hold a grudge over something that wasn't your fault. [ He shrugs casually. ]

But I'm not gonna press you about this anymore either. It's up to everyone else to decide if they think you did it, or if they think someone else did.