Take Responsibility.

[kingmakereffect]

The allotted time for investigating comes to an end, and those elevator doors slide open at the end of the first-floor corridor; it's a bit of a walk down from the fifth floor, but at least the ride down is swift and smooth. To say nothing of spacious. Your numbers are running low. The podium circle, as always, stands out against the black-walled courtroom where it's encircling that pit in the center; Mettaton and Shirazu have joined the ranks of the deceased, photographs in greyscale watching the proceedings from their podiums draped in black. The Kingmaker, too, is watching all of you; as always, it isn't until everyone has settled at their podium that he speaks, his voice sounding out through the room for all to hear. "Sacrificial has been taken from you. Maybe this time the guilty party is going to actually succeed at Rule Seven - but of course, whether they manage it is still up to the rest of you." Eleven Survivors remain. How many are still standing by the end of the day is up to you.

Comments

[goodforsomething]

You oughta move down the hall. No one'll mind.

[isafraid]

[A quiet, sad nod.

No one left to mind, really.]

[amygdalae]

I'll think about that.

[...later.

Much later, probably.]

[goodforsomething]

Lemme know. I'll help you move your stuff.

[As long as he isn't alone - and Stan suspects Bruce might not do anything if left to himself. He worries that, at least.]