Taking Responsibility.

[transmittable]

Despite the lack of a body this week, you've had more than enough to explore and investigate; some of it may have answered some questions, while the rest...well, the rest may have just raised more. However you feel about it, the fact remains that as soon as you all step out of that new section above the third and make your way back toward one of the primary hallways, the lights quite suddenly go out, casting the hospital into complete darkness. Several seconds pass before something seems to happen and what sound like backup generators kick back on; the lights struggle their way back to life, only to immediately flicker and die again. It happens twice more before the power seems to stay on for good - they're feeble, but they're on, and at least it's enough to see by. It seems the power is stronger in one place in particular, however, and it shouldn't be a surprise which it is; the courtroom remains just as illuminated as ever, the seats ringing the old operating theater remaining as starkly unoccupied as they always do, and the podium circle that awaits you seems to have been set up in its final configuration. Sakura Kashima's portrait has joined the ranks of the deceased, her podium draped in black cloth. A final reminder of all you've lost here. Perhaps it's upsetting. Perhaps it'll only serve to make you more determined. The public-address system remains eerily silent, even after you've found your places in the circle; once in a while the quiet is broken by soft bursts of static, by a heavy, electric-sounding humming noise. Occasionally, whispers can be heard; whatever they're saying, it's probably not for you. Regardless, however, one thing is obvious: this is the end of the line, wherever it may have taken you. Eight Patients remain. Good luck.

Comments

[preciousking]

All right, if we go by that. Does that mean we think they're possessing her too? [ Just to clarify. ]

[journalname]

They have done so often already. I do not know if they are at present.

[preciousking]

That's true. Seems like they use her when they please, though I think I remember somebody mentioning she has to give them permission.

All right. How do we separate them from her?

[positivespin]

And not into us. Let's not forget that part. QQ feels terrible for the Transmitter, but being the next host isn't QQ's idea of a good time.

[preciousking]

Ah. There's that, too. [ Though, pause. He glances to Greed, Asgore, and Wheatley. ]

Could they even possess you three?

[journalname]

I have no idea. In theory, I could absorb a human soul, but I do not think that is at all the same thing.

[preciousking]

Might not be. Regardless, I wouldn't recommend tryin' to absorb them.

[journalname]

.........I have no intention of it.

[preciousking]

[ Lookin' at him. ]

Make sure it stays that way.

[journalname]

[Uh, okay? Asgore seems a mite confused by the sudden staring - mostly because he has mentioned the soul thing before this - but is pretty quick to look away.]

[dangerousfool]

I don't think you can possess me. I'm a machine, everything inside me is a lot of programming and electricity.

[Maybe that's what the Transmitter meant about that he shouldn't be here: because he's not an organic being that can be possessed]

[preciousking]

Mm. Makes sense.

If they could possess somethin' like you, they'd just make bodies for themselves instead of going through all this trouble. Unless they wanna be human—or something like it—that badly, anyway.

[positivespin]

Their criteria for kidnapping might just be "whatever has a soul". That would explain why they took Wheatley even if they can't possess him.

[preciousking]

Guess they weren't being picky.