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]

[...between this and whatever Data needs confirmed on that reading, this is about to go south real fast, isn't it. He's going to keep an eye on Lorna, but he's also motioning for Plumeria to come over here as he picks up that cursed sword again. You know. Just to be safe.]

[jibunwo]

[...just. quietly putting his hands in his pockets. where the taser is. just in case.]

[paucipan]

[No need to tell her twice, Yeager. She's coming over very quickly and she's got her hands near her sleeves just in case. This looks bad.]