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]

And yet, none of you have bothered to really spend that much time on that either. Or even on who else would own one of those daggers, or on who else here knows how to sew.

[seriously, this is sloppy as hell investigation work guys]

[crywiththesaints]

We established this in the second week: someone known for knowing how to sew would only use sewing implements for sewing, especially when medical needles were available. So this wasn't about doing things well. It was about doing them painfully.

[cadmiums]

We've been over who knows how to sew and has that degree of combat or medical knowledge. As far as the dagger goes, I think it's from the vending machine which we all use.

[journalname]

I received two from it in a single day. There could be any number of them.

[He was actually on your side with this, Danny, until you started pointing deadly weapons at people?]

[cadmiums]

I agree, so I don't think discussing it will lead to much.