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]

[She pats the sketchbook in her lap for the first part, but nods.]

Figure any and all is in here... And I oughta look through Mettaton's things, too, see if there's anything there. I didn't want to before.

[Both out of his personal privacy and... well, she still hadn't wanted to face down the fact of his betrayal, at the time. Once his old room became her second home she kind of let it slip from her mind.]

[amygdalae]

What we know now changes a lot of things. It's probably for the best.

[...at least it doesn't sound like he's mad at her any more.]

[captainobnoxious]

[... Bruce of all people has reason to be mad at her, but she'll take her small victories.]

I'll get to it after a rest, then. Most of it was on his phone though, I'd think, and that thing's fried to hell and back, but we'll see.

[amygdalae]

Just do whatever you can. Don't worry about how much you can get.

[Even a little bit of something will be helpful at this point.]