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

[dangerousfool]

[Okay, the trial is starting. It's a particularly vexing murder, that's for sure. May as well start]

So...there was a fire, so I went to check the storage room. There were matches missing. And someone also broke many, many bottles of rum there. Without the rum, I mean.

If you want to make a fire, you need fuel. Rum has a large content of alcohol, it'd be--that'd be good enough. You can light up the rum. I think. I haven't seen it myself, but it makes sense, right?

[preciousking]

[ Tragically, Mikoto brought nothing with him to this trial so he doesn't put anything on his podium. He just stands near it because meh. ]

Found a few things in the infirmary.

Somethin' in the corner and a bloody sewing needle. [ A beat. ] Didn't look like any of the medical supplies were missing or tampered with either.

[ossifragant]

Rum is flammable, yeah. Some people make cocktails with that in mind.

[arebetter]

Well, there was almost no rum left in the bar when I went to check.

[ She takes a sip from a tall glass. ]

But someone did leave out one bottle and most of a glass of it.

refreshment thread: still not bringing in alcohol

[positivespin]

[ Fruit and the usual drinks here. QQ's too busy with cutting and eating brownies to grab any though. Because chocolate is good and boy does she need any pick me up she can get right now. ]

[georgeous]

"Somethin'".

[positivespin]

Ohh... [ No medical supplies missing. Hmm. ] What was that something?

[preciousking]

Smelled like alcohol might've been used to light the fire so it makes sense. Smelled like rum in there too.

[preciousking]

Yeah. Not sure it's relevant to know what, but it was one of those dolls from the vending machine.

[preciousking]

[ see above! ]

[positivespin]

Why leave that? Maybe someone was drinking it when rum-taker came in?

[preciousking]

[ The usual selections here! ] Thanks.

[dangerousfool]

Maybe it was Osomatsu?

[ossifragant]

Sounds possible. Was Matsuno a fan of rum, does anyone know? I spend a lot of my time in the bar but I'm not there all the time; never had him come by while I was working the bar.

[preciousking]

Can't see why he would be drinking alone in the bar.

[ Osomatsu was a coward, if he's putting it bluntly. ]

[journalname]

...Osomatsu's bed was still made. I do not believe he ever made it there last night.

[Asgore seems visibly guilty about this. Wasn't that exactly what he was trying to prevent? And then, the person whose idea it had all been to start with...]

But, ah. His door was unlocked. And his shoes were left behind as well. I do not think he intended to leave his room, or at least not for long, it is too dangerous for humans to walk around without protection here.

[preciousking]

Makes sense.

I think he was afraid of dying. [ ... ] More than anyone else here, at least. I don't think he knew how to fight, so for a while he was looking for someone to protect him.

Not sure if he found anyone.

[ Technically Mikoto was "supposed" to protect him but Mikoto's protection game ain't strong. ]

[cadmiums]

Why would he leave? Especially without his shoes.

[positivespin]

And from state of his room, his shoes were not on. Why would he go to bar without it?

[ Except he's no Corrin, so what's up with that? ]

[preciousking]

[ He thinks about that for a bit. ]

I guess if somebody came to his door sayin' they needed help.

[ The impression he got from a couple of their conversations and from watching him last trial was that Osomatsu wanted to help people, even if he was scared. ]

[ossifragant]

It seems like it was a bad idea, was he tricked out of his room in a hurry?

[positivespin]

Like...easily broken dolls? The ones with same material as plates.

[ She somehow managed to never see one yet. ]

[cadmiums]

Whatever they said must have been urgent if he didn't stop to put his shoes on...

[preciousking]

[ He shrugs. ]

It ain't something most people here would do. Not when half the rooms are in disrepair.

[preciousking]

If that's why, yeah.

[ He looks around the room. Anyone else got any idea why someone might leave a room without their shoes? ]