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

[guffawsungraciously]

May I suggest something you can do with them? Perhaps shove them somewhere on your person, quite violently?

[heroantagonist]

Hey, them's the breaks. I didn't come up with them.

[guffawsungraciously]

Hm. Well, whoever decided upon them, I have no doubt that you brought this all upon yourself.

So I believe my suggestion still applies.

[scythegun]

You didn't...?

[Hmm. Something to think about later, he supposes.]