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

[isafraid]

Oi!

[...]

Just leave it be for later, right now there's other things to figure out.

[boy the stress of a trial never really leave, no matter where it is, does it?]

[amygdalae]

[Sorry, Speedwagon.

Bruce still looks pretty damn pissed but he'll--take a couple of breaths to get back his composure and turn his gaze away from Sigrun.

Later. He'll deal with it later.]

[isafraid]

[Yeah.

We'll all work out our frustrations later, Bruce. Like adults.]