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]

[At that, Lorna... actually nods, reaching up to wipe her face with the back of her arm.]

I... I understand. I should have tried harder to keep it from taking over... it's my fault what happened.

[It isn't fair, but Lorna will take responsibility for this if it has to be done.]

[cethflayn]

No it is not! You...you were doing all you could, and none of us knew to help you!

[Oh boy this is just Flayn's Terrible Day]

[scouserer]

It's not your fault. It's the spirit who decided to possess your stupid body in the first place.

[Constantine looks...well. His expression is unreadable right now.]

[sivard]

....It's not your fault.

It's these damn rules that keep us from punishing the actual perpetrator and nobody else.

[paucipan]

[...]

Sorry. About all of this; you didn't deserve any of this.

[Plumeria's never been good at this, honestly, and it's a little terse, but...]

...Hopefully you find peace.

[The survival of Lady Freyja and the group comes first, but man. This sucks.]

[silentscout]

It's not your fault.

...I'm sorry. I hope you can find rest at least.

[leaveittomother]

[She's just sighing. She doesn't trust herself to say anything but god. She's sighing.]

[guffawsungraciously]

It is not as though that is an easy thing to do. You ought to have at least some pride in being able to keep the thing at bay at all, really.

[dokkalfheimr]

[She's quiet for a moment before she says anything; she didn't even know Lorna that well. But some of the things the spirit said aren't sitting well with her.]

...No one here blames you, Lorna. And we still care about you. Please don't believe that we don't.

Thank you for holding on for so long.

[ahelpingpaw]

Lorna, there literally is no way any of this is your fault. Do yourself a favor and don't blame yourself for something that was out of your control.

[It's uncommon for Filbo to sound stern to some extent, but he really doesn't want Lorna's last moments to be she blaming herself. Alas, easier said than done]

[ltcommandroid]

It was not your fault. I...understand that it likely feels that way to you -

[the slightest flicker of a glance at Plumeria, whoops]

- but we do not hold you responsible.

[paucipan]

[don't @ her like this, that's mean]

[ltcommandroid]

[if you want a real answer





I phonetagged this in the car and I meant Freyja orz]

[paucipan]

[...YOU KNOW WHAT THAT'S FAIR, SORRY LU...]

[magycks]

[ opens her bill to say "yes, it is"

rethinks that move........ ]

Ugh, I'll just let them have this one.

[thisaroma]

Yeah, it sounds like you did the best you could. No one can really blame you for that.