SECOND INVESTIGATION

[bathymetric]

It's easy to think, with how much... less this week's motive seems to be than the last, that perhaps nothing will happen. But then again, someone was poisoned yesterday, so perhaps you're already on edge. No one could blame you, in this place. Even on the brightest days, New Rapture is dark.

There's no blood in the elevator, at least, but... your radios are all pretty quiet, this morning.

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[bootyhunter]

Yeah.

[Dandy ignores the siren's call of his own anger, along with the sensation of his damp slacks clinging to his body. He will be entering the trial like this, sopping wet, unable to shake the stiffness of a kind young man's body out of his mind.]

How 'bout we kneel on a second set of counts. Here we go!

[He repeats that series of numbers.]

One, two, three, down.

[Obi will be placed so that he's lying right side up near the side of the pool, with his vacant eyes staring at the ceiling. Dandy turns to Forrest.]

Sorry, baby. I'll help you search him, but...

I'm ain't no professional.

[specialyellthing]

[At Dandy's count, she lowers Obi's body-- then lingers just a few seconds, long enough to gently nudge some of his hair, like she might somehow get it to lay right. Then she's up again, looking harder than she was before.

But the more telling part of all of this, is how she doesn't get on Dandy's case when he calls Forrest baby. Instead, she tugs off her wet boots, and starts moving for the door.]

I got another mission to do, before -- [The trial.

She shakes her head-- and heads through the door.]