unknownseas | FOURTH TRIAL

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FOURTH TRIAL

[ Well! That's sure something, isn't it? There may or may not be a lot of you excited to get down to business, but Jones does eventually move to collect you all and bring you to the theatre. It's a familiar routine by now, perhaps even comfortingly so given the irregularities of this particular killing.

Two of you gone this week. The elevator is started to feel downright spacious, don't you think?

A shanty, as usual, echoes from the crew of the Dutchman as you enter. The room is the same as it has ever been before you as the elevator settles into position. ]

To yer positions, passengers. Chins up.

[ Three more podiums claimed by the rust and wear.

You have your evidence, and you're going to need it before long. The music outside dies down.

Welcome to your fourth trial. ]

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[ Well anyway, today he's brought along his spear. It's certainly obvious since he couldn't exactly hide the thing. But more importantly... ]

I looked over at Albedo's body in the bowling alley. He had been ostensibly crushed completely by the pin setter, to the point where only a portion of his top half was available for investigation.

[ So, yeah. ]

Interestingly enough, despite not being found near any body of water, his hair was drenched with water. He had no water in his mouth or lungs, for that matter, so this wasn't an issue of him being drowned before being placed where he was.

Additionally, his right hand was missing. How it was taken from him, I can't be too sure, given the general condition of his body. [ It's bad, fam. ] And unfortunately, that's all the information I was able to glean, given the circumstances. I wasn't able to find anything that would point to how exactly he was killed, though I suspect that's the intention behind the end result of his body's condition.

[Albedo, too?

Flayn, already wilted at her podium to see Sara's in its deteriorated state, looks to the podium next to her as well and shudders.

Sorry, she's. In a state.]

[ Well, at least he's not going to draw attention to it. ]

[thanks risotto, you're a pal]

Another...one...?

[He completely missed that Albedo was dead, too busy going away to investigate very far away of the piano lounge. Good grief this day keeps getting worse and worse. WHAT ELSE IS NEW ON MURDERCRUISE]

Uh, that's--that's pretty bad. Did anyone find the hand? M-Maybe it's near water or...something.

[Like a clue of where he may have been killed]

I did, ja.

[I'm so sorry, Filbo, you do not deserve this.]

...aaaah...th-there it is. Good thing you're all the way over there.

[The sight of the hand makes him shudder, but at least Yeager's far away enough for Filbo to not see it in a lot of detail. Still, he can't help but stare right at it in the same way you stare at a dangerous viper that could bite you]

I guess if there had been any water near it you'd have mentioned it already so...I got nothing.

[Oh well. The trial's just starting, there's plenty of time to find the right answers to everything this case has]