Take Responsibility.

[trustharder]

And after all has been said and done and all clues have been found, those large steel doors at the end of the hallway open up. The elevator both is and isn't a particularly nice one; it rides smoothly and quickly and it's obviously been kept-up, but there's nothing on the interior walls, lending a claustrophobic feeling to what's already a relatively small space, particularly with all of you in there. (Well. Almost all of you.) No distractions from what just happened, nothing to take your mind off of considering what might, just you and your fellow Survivors in an unadorned steel box. There's no visible panel for buttons, either; looks like it's pre-programmed; at least the ride is a relatively short one, though it's difficult to tell the distance traveled before the door opens again. You would be forgiven for your initial thought being that it opens into a void. It isn't complete darkness, but it's enough of a visual shift from the elevator that it probably takes your eyes some time to adjust; instead of the usual concrete and steel, the walls are a dark, heavy black, making the room look far smaller than it is. There aren't any corners to it, either; the room is tightly circular, complimenting the setup in the center of it. In the center of the room is a circle of podiums, twenty-seven in total, arranged so that everyone standing at them can see each other. So everyone can look each other in the eyes, if they so choose. The podiums are interlocked - there's no cutting across the center of the circle, and for good reason, it looks like there's a lot of nothing down there where the floor should be, just a massive black pit in the center - and each is bearing the title of the person who's assigned to stand at it. No names, just adjectives, emblazoned across two brass panels on the very top and the front of each podium. Affixed to the podium itself is a glass touchscreen panel; it's dark for now, but it'll probably be relevant later. At least the glass is shatterproof, in case things get heated. In general, though, all of the podiums are identical, except for the one intended for Zagi. The podium that should bear Adaptable's title has had a black cloth draped over it, and a copy of Zagi's profile photo is sitting on top of it, framed and colorless, an image in greyscale. It's hard to tell where the Kingmaker's voice comes from, when it does; it seems to come from everywhere and nowhere at once, like it's being piped in from someplace you can't see. But he's very definitely audible when he does speak. "Adaptable has been taken from you. Looks like the guilty among you is attempting to end the exercise by carrying out Rule Seven. It's up to you whether they're held responsible for their actions or not."

Comments

[ratingspoint]

Or they did as Aqua said and did it while you were asleep.

And they ignored your sign-out sheet like everyone else here does in the process. Simple.

[isafraid]

[Huh.

...]

Can't blame ya there. Especially in a fight, it's good having a trick up your sleeve.

[If only he had his derby...]

[kingmakereffect]

It varies from person to person.

[really???]

You're right about biology playing a key part in it, however.

[amygdalae]

Nothing of that sort was found, however - or at least, to my knowledge.

In addition, I also checked to wound to find if there were any traces of what could be used, but I also found nothing.

[lackinginfaith]

...The coins. You must have had a hoard back home.

[ratingspoint]

Right.

[captainobnoxious]

It also lists the things I kill. Trolls, beasts, and giants. Don't jump to conclusions like you did with bombshell's dork mom person.

[cherryblooded]

It's a possibility. We're only throwing around possibilities right now.

But, would you mind?

[cherryblooded]

Not any of the time?

[lackinginfaith]

I never want to have to explain the purpose of a vibrator to anyone ever again.

[prismbloom]

Maybe he taped the books up and attempted to use them as some sort of target practice?

[cherryblooded]

Like those. Do those have claws, where you're from?

[goodforsomething]

Works for me!

[Stan shrugs off his suit jacket, then unbuttons his shirt. He's got a white undershirt on beneath it, but it's sleeveless - his arms are clean. He does seem to have some kind of tattoo on the back of one shoulder, but no injuries.]

[amygdalae]

[So helpful.]

What would you exactly classify as it being biological in nature?

[notjustawriter]

[He sighs, setting his jacket down on the podium before he pulls off his shirt.

There's not a scratch on him.]

[lackinginfaith]

So if we lose, we take responsibility for that. If we win, we take responsibility for... whatever the result is.

[goingdigital]

It's not just that it's a bad thing.

[He was having trouble saying it.]

Whoever wins or loses...how can they take responsibility of their action, if one really knows what was done. Or we take responsibility for not noticing it?

[neverafters]

Hm... no, that's not quite it. Since The King could not view the stars--he needed substitutes. He said he'd get better ones later...

[ That said, this probably isn't the best time to talk about home. ]

[cherryblooded]

Thank you, I appreciate it.

[kingmakereffect]

Being a part of one's biology.

[kingmaker oh my god]

[lackinginfaith]

[g r o a n]

It's called responsibility. Maybe you've heard of it. It's not like we haven't heard the word overused all week.

[isafraid]

Deep enough to add to the bloody mess out there?

[notjustawriter]

'Course.

[amygdalae]

Then that would imply that the murder would have happened very near before the time of the wake up call.

[lackinginfaith]

Or in some kind of spell. You'd be surprised what some people can normally do.