FIRST TRIAL

[bathymetric]

[ 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. ]

Comments

[dullshooter]

About...this high?

[He makes a hand motion around the 5'2-5'3 range.]

MODS

[kninja]

...

Mayor Fontaine, can I ask you something?

[bathymetric]

Sure, shoot.

[kninja]

When you dropped me and His Honor in the pond, was it at the instant we fell asleep outside our rooms?

[bathymetric]

Give or take. It's not automatic, but I do get an alert. And you weren't exactly being subtle about it.

[kninja]

Would someone getting knocked out count as the same thing?

[bathymetric]

No. Losing consciousness for medical or violent reasons doesn't break the rules.

[kninja]

I see... then I guess he didn't get tellyported mid-punch like I thought.

[dullshooter]

If it helps at all, I found a bit of Adaman's hair all up in the rock blood too. Pretty sure it couldn't have been anyone else's.

[kninja]

I think it confirms it's what made the head wound, yeah. Adaman's about that tall, too. Good work, Misfire.

[onemillion]

Given the injury to his face, it's possible someone hit him and as a result, he hit his head on the rock. That doesn't explain the bite mark, however.

[kninja]

If I was suddenly grabbed from behind, I might bite and punch somebody.

[dullshooter]

[He's taking mental note of this.]

[onemillion]

[...]

I suppose that is a possibility. I hadn't considered that.

[what kind of feral person decides to bite down on someone...????? he's just gonna have to take your word on this one.]

In that case, then it may explain at least part of what happened.

[capreelcious]

Yeah- if there was a big struggle, you'd try to find a way out of it no matter what, especially biting if you're not used to fighting any other way, probably. In the ocean, you use your teeth to your advantage.

[ He shrugs like it's normal. The ocean is terrifying, y'all. ]

[sixthnonsense]

Whaddya mean "in the ocean"? Livin' here ain't exactly normal.

[I AM SO SORRY THIS IS HAPPENING HERE.]

[capreelcious]

[ FGKDFJ I'M CRYIN ]

I'm actually from the ocean. Not this one! But I'm a merman. The Eel title is literal.

[ A shrug and a lil toothy grin! ]

[onemillion]

I see...

[He does not see. (Sea???? Ocean puns???)]

It would explain the bite mark and its location, at least.

[hotpaprika]

[He casts a worried glance at Obi. He trusts you with your life but don't say things like that in front of everyone else.]

[kninja]

[Well maybe people just shouldn't try to suddenly grab him from behind!]

[sastruga]

Mm, it was a good thought. At least now we've ruled out that possibility.

[kninja]

Thanks, Little Miss. Hopefully we can rule something in soon.

[sastruga]

Once we've ruled things out, we can focus on what possibilities are still left, right?

It was likely from a struggle, then. As much as I would love to tie some of this back to the Mayor's punishments.

[sixthnonsense]

[Muttered under his breath:]

"Tellyported"...

[kninja]

[don't be mean]