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. ]

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[bonesorter]

[... Remember when Constantine made a guess about possession causing levitation with spirits?

Turns out he was right. The spirit will float upwards to avoid being snatched here, clicking it's tongue in amusement at Lalli who will end up on the ground where she was before.

Guess that explains why even with the showering, Lorna didn't have anything on her shoes or otherwise...]

[silentscout]

[On the ground he goes! But he's quick to get back on his feet, and he's looking up to her.

And he's saying a long chant of some sort, one about 'letting go of the pain' and 'accepting one's death' which is probably meant to soothe violent ghosts. And it might be effective in his world, but. Powers off.]