Take...Responsibility?

[kingmakereffect]

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.

Comments

[captainobnoxious]

That's a good thought. Might be exactly what we need.

[cherryblooded]

Isn't it?

It'll only take a second, so if you could participate before you grab everyone waters, we'd appreciate it.

[captainobnoxious]

And I've been so good about not having to participate in these kinda things. I'm hurt, Cherry.

[... Sigrun's not returning to her seat, exactly, but that's because it's easier to put things down when she's standing up. Bags and all.

Bag one has some snacks from the vending machine.

Bag two has a folded up piece of paper, though she's hesitant in setting it down.

Bag three is empty, bag four is empty, bag five... has pieces of red fabric from the sewing room, along with some stuffing.

That's all, folks, though she's quick to point at the paper.]

It's a letter to Mettaton, so if there's anyone who's gonna be reading it, it's you.

[... There's something kind of fishy about her sleeve, though, from all this movement.]

[cherryblooded]

Alright. I won't read anything past the opening, I promise.

[He stands up to get closer to her, and presumably to check the paper.

Is there any way he can see what's weird about her sleeve before having to just grab her arm?]

[captainobnoxious]

Appreciate it.

[There's a pretty noticeable whiteness peeking out, though once she feels it against the heel of her hand there's... not really a way to push it back discreetly, so she's just hoping no one's seeing the rectangular shape that's now starting to be pretty seen against her black sleeve.

Feel free to ask her about it.

The paper she's put down is just a letter to Mettaton, evidently, starting off with "So. I realized I was kind of a big jerk to you at the trial, as much as you deserved it you asshole, and... I’m sorry."]

[cherryblooded]

[...Yeah. He's sorry about this. After glancing at the paper on the table and confirming that it's just what she said it was, he looks back up at her.]

Could I also have the white thing that's hidden in your sleeve, please?

[captainobnoxious]

[The reaction's instant: she clenches her fist, trying to push it back in that way, and glancing to the left side of the table for a moment before she shakes her head.]

Not sure what you're talking about, Cherry. Mind if I go get the water now?

[cherryblooded]

I mind.

[He's... going to try and grab her arm and just pull the damn thing out now. Punch him later.]

[captainobnoxious]

[Oh, she'll punch him the moment he goes for her arm, stumbling backwards whether it hits or not and slamming her back into another table.]

Don't touch me! If any of you know what's good for you, you'll drop it!

[garudynamic]

[SORRY SIGRUN but Yosuke is fine tuned to shrimp attacks and jumps right in the middle- YOU WANNA DO ANYMORE SWINGING YOU GOT A FAKE GINGER BETWEEN YOU]

Whoa, whoa!

[cherryblooded]

Sit down, Yosuke.

[His tone is surprisingly firm for someone who just got punched.]

[cherryblooded]

[Ow. That's going to leave a nasty bruise on his shoulder, probably, and Cherryblod winces for a moment.

But he soon takes another step towards her.]

We don't have to do this.

[amygdalae]

[What the--]

Jesus christ, Sigrun!

[Bruce instantly goes over to go and help Cherryblod.]

What the fuck are you doing? You should know better than this!

[cherryblooded]

I'm fine, really, it was just my shoulder. I've had worse.

[It hurts like hell, but he can focus on that later.]

[isafraid]

Mister Cherryblod!

[Speedwagon jolts to his feet. If he didn't, he might have fallen out of his chair.]

What the hell...? What could bloody be that important?

[goodforsomething]

Hey! [Stan shoots to his feet as the punch is thrown.] What the hell? We all see it, the game's up!

[penduli]

[ .........................

a small sigh, before he turns around in his seat to face her. ]

They're notes, aren't they, Miss Sigrun?

[cherryblooded]

[He's not looking at Black, but he does stop making any attempt to chase after Sigrun.]

[captainobnoxious]

[This is what gets her to flinch, and she's still not looking at him.

... That said, she's not saying anything either.]

[goodforsomething]

Not how you palm somethin', cap.

[Guess you don't spend a lot of time picking pockets in troll land.]

[garudynamic]

[Meanwhile Yosuke takes the fabric and fluff]

Huh, you making dolls now too, Sigrun?

[How surprisingly cute from her!]

[captainobnoxious]

... Thought I'd try it out. I mean, haven't got much else I'm doing, and I'm pretty good at everything!

[Though her smile's a little tight.]

[garudynamic]

Black's been asking what everyone wants theirs to be- so you should ask him what he needs help with.

[Lookit this happy face]

[captainobnoxious]

[... Yosuke...........]

Sure will, honey.

[garudynamic]

[Look, no one died last night! He got a kiss! Things haven't been this good for *two months*. He's so happy]

Just don't end up wreaking your fingers too.