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]

Why, I'm Lorna, aren't I?

[... Said in the most sarcastic tone possible.]

[scythegun]

I have a hard time believing that, honestly...

We are going to have to vote for you - and Lorna - one way or another. Will you at least tell us what happened to your two victims? How exactly did Albedo end up crushed by that machine?

[bonesorter]

[There's a pause.]

... I don't know. I am not familiar with how these strange machines of yours work.

One moment he was standing, and then he wasn't after he had been thrown over there.

[scythegun]

Oh, was that an accident, then? I suppose that's understandable, I didn't know such a thing would be capable of crushing someone like that...

He tried to fight you off before that though, ja? Given the sword and the... hand.

[The chalk.]