Take Responsibility.

[kingmakereffect]

The elevator doors slide open at the end of the allotted time for investigating, and the ride down is quick-paced and smooth; there's a lot more space in here than there was at the start of the game, that much is obvious. But then, perhaps that's to be expected with almost a third of your original number dead. The doors slide open when the courtroom is reached, the podium circle waiting as always in the middle of what still seems to be an endless dark void; Yato, Taichi and Megumi have joined the ranks of the dead, their podiums draped in black, greyscale portraits set upon them. Watching the proceedings. And as always, they aren't the only ones watching. The Kingmaker waits until everyone is settled at their podiums to begin speaking; it's still impossible to tell where his voice is coming from – other than, perhaps, 'everywhere.' "Protective has been taken from you. Looks like the guilty thought their secret was worth more than her life... Or maybe they just wanted out and decided to be the one to succeed at Rule Seven where everyone else has failed. Whether they succeed or not is up to you." Nineteen Survivors remain. How many are still alive at the end of the day is your decision.

Comments

[amygdalae]

'Deadline'?

[Bruce doesn't remember there being a 'deadline' of any sorts. Of course, he could easily be wrong.]

[garudynamic]

[Nah, Jess just mis-remembered the incentive]

Well I'd think the Kingmaker would expose them eventually, right? Or what's the point of showing us he had them? Either way, letting someone into your room at night that you don't 100% trust is way too risky!

[amygdalae]

None of us really know why he's hanging it over us, but...

[Yosuke has a point there.]

Still, its hard to say. While we're not going to be exchanging Facebook profiles anytime soon, we have been stuck together for a while now. I wouldn't call us strangers either.

[psychoh]

[for the most part, Norman is able to control his overwhelming urge to know everything about the future, mostly because whenever he asks, it's usually super fucked up.]

... What's a Facebook? [if it's a book made out of faces he's fucking quitting.]

[captainobnoxious]

Maybe it's a book made out of faces.

[psychoh]

[THANKS YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING COMFORT]

[captainobnoxious]

[SHE IS HERE TO COMFORT ALL]

[penduli]

It's just a website.

[amygdalae]

[Oh. Ah.

...also thank you, Sigrun, for being so helpfully informative.]

Its a... website. [Brief pause as he realizes quickly that Norman probably doesn't know what 'website' even means. Or 'internet', for that matter. ...Bruce also doesn't use Facebook at all so this is going to go well.]

Its sort of a thing where people use to talk to each other and share things like pictures and audio. [That's... close enough right.]

...I'll try to explain it better after this.

[This probably requires diagrams and a better explanation when they're not busy solving a murder.]

[psychoh]

[listens... accepts this entirely. because what else can he do.]

Well, as long as they're, um, not real faces.

[ratingspoint]

[You know, he was also in the "fuck's a Facebook" boat until-]

...Oh, it's social media! It's like UnderNet.

[GOD HE SOUNDS SO PROUD OF HIMSELF he gets this reference though c: ]

[notjustawriter]

...A website.

Sounds like it's a pain to get to.

[Look, Gabriel is used to dial-up where you spend five minutes listening to the thing trying to connect.]

[notjustawriter]

.....I'm with Norman, the heck's a Facebook?

[amygdalae]

[AN ATTEMPT WAS MADE.]

[pokexplorer]

[The hell is a Facebook.]

While that may be, this was during night time hours. I am not wrong in thinking it would be at least somewhat suspicious to have someone at my door during that time, am I? At least, unless I was expecting them.

[amygdalae]

The person could have easily said made up some reason for her to open the door.

[pokexplorer]

I considered that. And if Miss Megumi was too trusting...

[Ugghh. This is why trust is an unknown factor.]

[uro_cyon]

All that Facebook is good for is data mining.

[captainobnoxious]

You mine it? What kind of spider hang out is this? They get everywhere! It's kind of gross, really!

[uro_cyon]

...what?

[amygdalae]

...I can think of somebody who'll easily agree.

[uro_cyon]

Hm?

[garudynamic]

Facebook? Is that like Tweetster?

[You kids and your MyPlaces and LifeJournals]

[penduli]

[ Tweetster?? ]

I'm guessing that's similar to Twitter?

[garudynamic]

??

Never heard of it. You type out little updates and post it, right?

[Look don't ask why this is this way but he knows who the xmen are, it's like blue hair not being weird]