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

[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]