unknownseas | FIRST TRIAL

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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. ]

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[Brett's been quiet throughout most of this. He didn't help in the investigation - not really, that much is clear. So he's helping now, as best he can, by keeping notes on what's been found. The conversation's gone pretty far afield now, far enough that he's stopped writing things down. The vampire thing might be important later, but it really doesn't seem so now.

After a little bit, he raises his voice a tad:]

Hey! Come on, everyone, let's try and focus. We need to get through this together, and we're only going to do that by working as a team and keeping our heads. Why don't we go over everything again, and try to get a picture in our heads? That'll help us see what we haven't looked at yet.

So everything we know is -

[Is he singing? He seems so normal about it, reading from his notepad like this is a regular thing.]

Adaman went out last night,
On a patrol all alone.
He left Leafeon behind, said his prayers,
and went out to do his best.

At some point in the night, someone ordered tea and rice and left it untouched in the restaurant. We don't know who that might have been, but I don't think it was Adaman. Sitting and eating's a strange thing to do, if you're out making a nightly round. Maybe someone was sitting there and saw that he was out.

[Even his speech has gone sort of rhythmic? Weird.]

Sometime around two or three in the morning, there was a struggle.

There was biting - someone bit Adaman in the arm,
and he got in a few hits of his own,
before the attacker punched him in the face, and knocked him back -
and he hit his head.

It's possible that the other party involved was also injured, at least enough to bruise. We still need to check for any signs of that. We might also consider the heights involved, if we're assuming they bit Adaman while his arm was around them. I'm a lot taller than him, for example, I know he couldn't have grabbed me that way.

The last thing Adaman could do,
Was fall and stumble in the pool...

[He ruffles some pages, letting that particular plaintive melody die off. Is there backing music to this? It's possible!]

After he died, the murderer went inside. They had blood on their hands, they'd killed a man, and honestly, it all seems unplanned. They went to the fifth and second floor, though the order's still unclear. They found the hostages were gone, and stood a moment there in thought. They left a handprint on the glass - maybe deciding what to do. Even if it wasn't their original intent, they still had a choice to make.

If they're to see their friend again,
It's going to be us or them...

Then they went back to the dorms, cleaned themselves up, and went to bed. They didn't bother cleaning the blood trails left behind, or picking up any other evidence. We aren't exactly dealing with a mastermind here. Why don't we start with the possible bruising and work from there?

[Yeah, he's gonna act like that entire musical/patter number did not happen. Let's move forward with the murder trial!]