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

[leaveittomother]

[Reika doesn't really care as much as last time but this makes her turn to him. She actually looks insulted. She doesn't yell and her words are probably not audible to him:]

Spirits can't help their nature. There's no point in trying to moralize them.

[scouserer]

[Constantine scowls, shoving his hands into his pockets.]

Still makes them a coward.

[leaveittomother]

We'll just vote them both out. It's not up to us to punish them for their choice of host.