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

[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.]

[garudynamic]

What, no way! You guys aren't swinging at each other right now!

[He's been waiting for this ever since Cherry's confession he just didn't see it coming from Sigrun]

[cherryblooded]

I'm not swinging at her. I just need her to stand still for a second or give up what she's hiding.

[He wouldn't actually punch her.]

[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.]

[amygdalae]

That doesn't mean you should bear with it.

[He's going to try and roll the sleeve of your shirt, Cherryblod, sorry... while still glaring at Sigrun.]

[cherryblooded]

[It's somewhat red where she hit him - definitely going to bruise.]

There are more important things to deal with right now.

[isafraid]

Don't worry. We'll get some ice on that as soon as we can.

[After they deal with... whatever the hell this was turning into.]

[cherryblooded]

...Thank you.

[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.]

[isafraid]

....Sigrun.

[Well. He's looking at her again.]

Please...

[amygdalae]

We all know by now that hiding doesn't make this any better.

[And Bruce... knows very well about hiding.]

This isn't a trial, Captain - just a discussion, nothing more. Nobody's going to condemn anybody.

[He's really doing his best to be calm and not sock you one in return, Sigrun.]

[penduli]

[ ...right.

He'll hold his hand out. Very calmly. ]

Can I see them? [ ... ] I promise I won't do anything to them.

[garudynamic]

[Oh thank god, Sigrun will listen to Black]

[goodforsomething]

Not how you palm somethin', cap.

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