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

[scouserer]

...You'll be surprised by the extremes people will go.

[...Should...he mention the time New York City got taken over by an entity driven by its hunger and everyone literally went batshit and started consuming everything in sight?

Uh. Maybe parse it down a little.]

Maybe they weren't in a proper state of mind. As far as I know, I don't think any of us have claws that could tear through someone like that--but, then again, people always have things to hide.

[ahelpingpaw]

I know things probably won't work the same here than how you know it, but are there any ways to know if someone was hiding something like that?

[scouserer]

Not unless they come forward--or if they make a mistake.

[Which means they just have to continue down this path until someone slips up.]

If what we think happened actually happened, the culprit probably would still have evidence of the assault. Red droplets, dried blood under their fingernails--so on and so forth.

[ahelpingpaw]

No harm in checking that sorta stuff, then.

[At this point throwing things to the wall and see what sticks is necessary, really. Nothing should be overlooked]