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unknownseas2022-06-25 10:19 am
bathymetric) wrote in unknownseas2022-06-25 10:19 am
FIRST TRIAL
[ After a while, once all the appropriate clues have been found, Mayor Fontaine calls out again over the speakers. ]
Alright, citizens, pack it in quick and head to the back of the Hall of the Founders. You have business to take care of.
[ When they do reach the Bathysphere station, Eleanor is manning the controls, gaze quiet and even over the crowd. The hatch at the front of the strange elevator is open, and everyone is gestured inside. A series of small submerisbles are lined up, waiting to be ridden. ]
Just hop into the bathyspheres one or two at a time, and the system will get you where you need to go.
[ It's a long, cramped ride from here, but Fontaine's word is true. At least you can tune into the radio in the pod?
The bathyspheres take you down until even the few lights of Rapture are out of sight, down until lights of a different kind are visible - the reds and blues of bioluminescent sea creatures, a little too out of your way to make out what they are, blending to a strange sort of not-quite-purple as the bathysphere reaches its final destination: a glass dome built into the sea floor, about the size of an average house.
As one by one the bathyspheres arrive carrying the new citizenry of New Rapture, less natural lights than those of the creatures around you begin to click on in the dome. In the center, most of the space is taken up by a circle of podiums, each with an image of one of you engraved into it.
A projector of some kind kicks on, which combined with the lighting allows for the familiar silhouette of Mayor Fontaine at his chair to appear on the side of the dome, watching over you. ]
Time to do your best to figure out who killed the Diamond in the Rough. And do yourselves a favor: keep it interesting. I'm here if you have any burning inquiries.
[ And here it is.
Welcome to your first trial. ]
Alright, citizens, pack it in quick and head to the back of the Hall of the Founders. You have business to take care of.
[ When they do reach the Bathysphere station, Eleanor is manning the controls, gaze quiet and even over the crowd. The hatch at the front of the strange elevator is open, and everyone is gestured inside. A series of small submerisbles are lined up, waiting to be ridden. ]
Just hop into the bathyspheres one or two at a time, and the system will get you where you need to go.
[ It's a long, cramped ride from here, but Fontaine's word is true. At least you can tune into the radio in the pod?
The bathyspheres take you down until even the few lights of Rapture are out of sight, down until lights of a different kind are visible - the reds and blues of bioluminescent sea creatures, a little too out of your way to make out what they are, blending to a strange sort of not-quite-purple as the bathysphere reaches its final destination: a glass dome built into the sea floor, about the size of an average house.
As one by one the bathyspheres arrive carrying the new citizenry of New Rapture, less natural lights than those of the creatures around you begin to click on in the dome. In the center, most of the space is taken up by a circle of podiums, each with an image of one of you engraved into it.
A projector of some kind kicks on, which combined with the lighting allows for the familiar silhouette of Mayor Fontaine at his chair to appear on the side of the dome, watching over you. ]
Time to do your best to figure out who killed the Diamond in the Rough. And do yourselves a favor: keep it interesting. I'm here if you have any burning inquiries.
[ And here it is.
Welcome to your first trial. ]
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[A beat passes.]
What else were you gonna say?
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Deep breath. Slow release.]
He was pretty fucked up about whoever his captive was. Her name was Mai, if he told anyone about her.
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When you got a second...
Did she sound young to you? Younger than him, and younger than you or me.
[Small hands. The hostages are gone from their cage. Then again... There's just a good chance he's going in circles.]
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[Dandy shakes his head to either side.]
Nevermind, then. Unless she's got baby hands...
I better forget about it.
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...I see.
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They might've been tryin' to get help, but... I dunno. Whoever went at him bonked the poor fella up pretty good.
[He's also starting to wonder if there's two culprits. A team of accomplices, but Dandy will keep his mouth shut about it for now.]
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[okay but like... hello??? yes u did]
Don't worry about it.
[He won't address it here, but um??? Alarming.]
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[When Dandy is really feeling, well, the opposite of Dandy...
His words become startlingly short.]
I didn't do it.
I don't believe in this shit.
[He means murder.
Mostly because it seems like such a waste.]
We'll figure that one out when we get to the bottom of this.
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[She punches him in the shoulder, on account of he's standing right next to her.]
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[Hm...]
I agree. In addition, I believe somebody like Adaman wouldn't have lied to his animal companion about his intentions or about how worried he was for everybody else.
[While there's a chance he changed his mind while out there, Aiba doubts it. She has a good opinion of Adaman]
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[Of course, that's more speculation than actual fact.]
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[On account of they most likely moved location.]