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.
I've gotten a ridiculous number of weapons from the prize machine. Crowbars, tasers, a few ornamental glass swords that I'm not sure why somebody invented. I'm sure you must have as well. Besides, didn't Tousaka find a cache of weapons elsewhere?
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trustfelled2017-07-29 11:00 am
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We might wanna look for it later.
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