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

[amygdalae]

Not a trial.

[More automatic than anything else. This isn't out to punish anybody or to condemn them. They were just here to talk things out.

Why can't people just understand?]

[cherryblooded]

Bit heated for a discussion.

[amygdalae]

It was fine until somebody decided that punching people was the way to go.

[Sorry he's a little bit snippy, Cherryblod.]

[cherryblooded]

[He lowers his voice some, enough that Sigrun probably won't pick it up.]

She has her reasons. Don't be too harsh on her.

[amygdalae]

[Bruce clenches his jaw, clearly not wanting to let it go out of spite--but after the anger burns through he forces himself to take a breath, exhaling loudly.

His voice is still tight when he speaks, though.]

I expected better of her.

[He's so fucking disappointed.]

[cherryblooded]

[He doesn't really have an answer to that. He just rubs his shoulder.]