trusthell | Take...Responsibility?

Take...Responsibility?

Unlike previous weeks in the Vault, there was no specifically allotted time for investigation; for the first time, this weekend the elevator doors remain closed at the end of the first floor corridor.

There's no getting down into the courtroom from here – but then, you don't need to. After all, no one is dead.

Just the same, however, a crime has been committed; perhaps not one that warrants any sort of death penalty, but one of your number was attacked by someone else still walking among you.

The dining hall has been chosen as the allotted meeting place for the day; it's not the same as the trial circle by a long shot, but even so, the portraits of the deceased watch the proceedings from the far wall.

Ten Survivors still remain. Let's see who wanted to lower that number by one – or nine.

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Okay.

[He's willing to take that punch in the face.]

[Her fist clenches--

and then it moves to the hem of her shirt instead, stepping back from the table.]

I'm getting water, if anyone else wants some.

[....He's averting his gaze.]

I'm fine, thank you.

[Boy, that stings.]

If you're sure.

[He's the one that can't look at her.

But he does force himself to give a smile.]

Can't say I'm much sure about anything anymore.

...I'll come with you.

[Just so you're not going to try anything foolish, Sigrun.

Everyone here knows that Bruce is very good at those.]

I'm fine, Bruce. It's just some water.

Water for ten of us.

[Just saying.]

It'll be faster this way.

[There's clear hesitance before she shrugs.]

Fine. Come if you want, but you're just gonna find out how many cups I'm able to balance, sweetheart. You'd be surprised to know it's a lot. Anyone else wanna take a walk?