unknownseas | 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. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I would assume the blood loss would have been an effect of the head injury...?

Wait, wait. Sorry. Head wounds bleed, like, so much. Like it looks like you died from a small cut bleeding and we didn't find blood anywhere but around the elevator and the meeting room.

[ He nods. ] Yes, plus the head wound was merely a bruise...

...No, it wasn't?

... Ah! Sorry, got the face bruising mixed up with the stab wounds!

I thought Forrest said it was like a stabby type deal? Whatever. I'm saying if it bled out that had to happen after. Which... which I think means that whoever did it left the blood upstairs.

[🙃]

Oh, hey, we talking blood?

[He’s paying attention he swears.]

I found a bunch of sorta-dried sorta-dribbling blood on a rock out in the garden. Like, a lot. So much that Brett had to sit down. And he was doing so well.