FOURTH TRIAL

[bathymetric]

[ 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. ]

Comments

[scythegun]

Ja, precisely. We still do have quite a bit to discuss before pointing fingers at anyone.

[Especially with that conversation going on...]

[paucipan]

[...]

...Maybe pick a different wording for this circumstance, but yes, agreed.

[considering. y'know.]

[scythegun]

[..............he's trying very, very hard not to smirk, that was absolutely intentional, plumeria!!!]

[paucipan]

[...WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS YEAGER, DEAR GODS]

[scythegun]

[SOMETIMES YOU GOTTA MAKE YOUR OWN FUN IN SHITSHOW SITUATIONS LIKE THIS]

[paucipan]

[LIKE SHE GUESSES BUT ALSO GOOD GODS.]

You're the worst.

[She is just saying that with her head held in one of her hands. She hates this day so much already.]

[scythegun]

[He's just going to press a hand to his chest and incline his head a bit in the tiniest of bows!! You're welcome~! ☆]

[silentscout]