Take Responsibility.

[kingmakereffect]

And after a given amount of time, those elevator doors at the end of the first-floor corridor open up; as it was last week, the ride down is smooth and quick-moving, even if there are less of you this week. (Technically, you're only down by one in the elevator; Bruce has ensured that Pearl is with you in some way, albeit unconventionally and by the grace of Ziploc.) However, when the doors open up to the podium circle standing in the middle of that black void of a courtroom, there's no mistaking the fact that there are fewer people present than there were last week – Kamui and Pearl have joined those with podiums draped in black, their framed profile portraits watching the proceedings in shades of grey. It's still impossible to tell exactly where the Kingmaker is watching the proceedings from, though it's obvious that he is; he'll wait until everyone is settled before he speaks, his voice coming from everywhere and nowhere all at once. "Devoted has been taken from you. All of you know what the stakes are now, but this happened anyway – looks like someone's determined. Whether they succeed or not is up to you." Twenty-four Survivors remain. We'll see how many are still standing by the end of the day.

Comments

[trustharder]

[Nice try, but nope. They're too thin to belong to the towels.]

[sleepingkogoro]

[Mouri sighs in relief]

It doesn't match! The chances of it being from the culprit's clothes continue being a possibility.

[garudynamic]

[Yosuke has folded many towels, shirts and sheets in his life as a stock boy. How thin are we talking?]

[trustharder]

[They're pretty thin, but matching them to anything is going to be impossible. All you've got are your eyes, no one's vision is that good!]

[garudynamic]

[oh of course not. He wishes Kanji was here- he could tell thread count by touch. Yosuke does try to figure out if it's the soft texture of a shirt or the coarse texture of say, gauze or rope. But he just doesn't have the knowledge base beyond that, and the fibers are too small...]

[trustharder]

[Unfortunately it's impossible to tell the texture with so few fibers. Sorry, Yosuke.]

[garudynamic]

[He tried bro, he tried]

[cherryblooded]

Looks like it's not from the towel. In that case, I propose they're from something else.

If you're wearing something white or white-ish right now, anything at all, could you come over here and we'll try to check the material against these fibers? At the very least, we should be able to tell if the color is the exact same, and probably at least narrow down who's wearing something with the right width of fibers.

[sleepingkogoro]

Since the fibers were mixed with the remains it's likely they were in direct contact with what left the fibers.

Gloves comes to mind!

paging mods, for real this time.

[cherryblooded]

[Cherryblod takes off one of his silk white gloves to compare material.

How're we looking?]

[trustharder]

[You can't tell. They're just fibers, comparing them like this isn't going to work.]

[cherryblooded]

...honestly I'm not sure. Maybe this was a bad idea.

[amygdalae]

It was an idea. It's just something we can't do without the aid of specialized equipment.

[Doing his best to make you feel better, Cherryblod...]

[cherryblooded]

[He'll try not to be dejected.]

Don't suppose anyone got a microscope from the vending machine... and happened to bring it...

[amygdalae]

I doubt the Kingmaker will let it be that easy for us.

[garudynamic]

All my whites are peach dyed now. You saw it for yourself. So I'm out.

[amygdalae]

[Well Bruce has been alternating between his purple and green neon jumpsuits, so he's sort of in the clear here.]

[captainobnoxious]

[Oh, boy! She could be a murder suspect!

... Sigrun has no issues coming over, because she's not a killer, and while her threads certainly are white as driven snow, they're also rather thick to account for the winters in Scandinavia.]

[cherryblooded]

Way too thick. You pass.

[He's pleased to report this.]

[captainobnoxious]

[She's pleased to hear it.]

Can't take you and Mettaton out on a troll hunt if I'm dead, right?