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]

It may be a good idea to check her hands. Blood under the nails and such, ja?

[scouserer]

I can do that, if you'd like. It's a simple enough check--and if there's nothing, then we'll explore a different avenue.

[scythegun]

Precisely. Let's see if we can rule her out entirely.

[dokkalfheimr]

...You may not find anything regardless. Lalli said she smells like soap.

She cleaned herself off.

[leaveittomother]

Fingernails often catch things that can be hard to get rid of. It wouldn't hurt to look.

[dokkalfheimr]

Of course. I'm just saying that even if there's nothing, that doesn't mean there was nothing at any point.