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

cw: vague mention of emeto

[paucipan]

I didn't. I was keeping an eye on Flayn.

[She only slightly regrets this, because good lord the cw: gore situation is. A lot, and she probably wouldn't have been able to keep it down.]

cw: vague mention of emeto

[silentscout]

Flayn...

[He's just. Connecting some dots in his mind and suddenly looking in her direction.]

Flayn, did you eat this morning?

CW: Emeto

[cethflayn]

[She shakes her head.]

No...when I woke up this morning, I saw the food in the Jimmy Buffet and got scared. If it was there, that meant someone had died...I could not just stuff myself while someone lay dead on the ship!

[Also, the bile she threw up is literally just bile. Maybe a little red from eating two or three gummy fish last night, but that's it.]

[silentscout]

...okay.

[Well at least that all matches up and he doesn't have to directly accuse her of vore crimes.]

[cethflayn]

[Thank you for not saying it out loud or she'd literally break down crying]