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]

... Curiosity.

[The spirit regards everyone in the room now rather blankly]

I wanted to see... what would happen. This is the first time she's ever had anyone to care about her other than that blasted witch she lives with. Or that boy that promised to help her escape, but ultimately failed...

I wanted to see if she could do it this time... and then crush her hopes the moment she believed it could really happen this time.

[WHAT A DICK]

[paucipan]

You--you wretched hag--

[Gods, Plumeria's just been fucking vibrating at all of this the entire time, but somehow, this gets her anger to spike.]

[ltcommandroid]

...I see.

[Data raises his eyebrows, but that's about it. This is the wrong place for an emotional reaction!]

I suppose it is irrelevant now, then. Mr. Jones is experienced with matters of the dead. I am sure he will be able to protect his charges from you.

cw: language bc chloe is breaking out the c-word

[hellahighwater]

[ holy shit she's so fucking mad— ]

You miserable cunt, I'm gonna—

[ ..........stay right here because she doesn't want to actively be a hypocrite but. ]

Fuck off.

[scouserer]

[YEAH TELL THEM CHLOE]

[paucipan]

[she does not know what that means but go off chloe]

[leaveittomother]

So you feed on misery as well.

[Bleh.]

Oh well.