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 think someone might've pushed Albedo's head under the water?

[queceracera]

Maybe? I think it's more like they were fighting and accidentally fell in? Like Albedo got ambushed in the middle of what he was doing.

[scouserer]

[Constantine nods.]

Makes sense. Maybe they ran out of the spa because it...you know. Got lit on fire.

[queceracera]

Kinda unclear on the timeline, but that makes the most sense to me? It was a pretty big fire.