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

[bonesorter]

Yesterday... I think?

[Today is Friday, right? So it had to have been yesterday... please don't tell her that it's actually Saturday or something and she was unconscious for longer than a day...]

[deathmagnetic]

So, you woke up this morning, then? What did you do afterwards?

[bonesorter]

I got up out of bed... I didn't leave the room though, as I... well.

[She glances at Flayn.]

I heard the announcement that the Captain had given, about the... the deaths that occurred. And I... I didn't want to cause more trouble than I already had by getting sick in front of everyone, from seeing what happened to them... so I waited for Flayn to come back before leaving to come here.

[deathmagnetic]

...Another question:

While you were waiting, I assume then after you got out of bed, you put your different clothing on, then occupied yourself with a book or something? You did nothing else until she returned?

[bonesorter]

Yes... I didn't really do anything else until she came back.

[deathmagnetic]

Then, are you saying, you didn't take a shower this morning? After you put on your new clothing...?

[paucipan]

[...Hm.]

You said you planned on changing your clothing as soon as you could. Do you remember the state that your other clothes were in this morning?

[bonesorter]

My other clothes?

[At that... Lorna suddenly goes rather quiet, looking down at herself with a look that can best be described as confusion.]

[paucipan]

Your apron in particular.

[Why does she look so confused? Plumeria does not like this one bit.]

...Do you not remember?

[bonesorter]

I... I don't... remember...

[Lorna is now taking a slow step back away from her podium, hands coming up over her mouth as if she's about to be sick.]

[paucipan]

[...Yeah, Plumeria is very glad she's taken a step back at this point. No more questioning on her end, but between Data's findings and this, she's not liking it.]