SECOND TRIAL

[bathymetric]

[ After sufficient time has passed, and you're all as ready to avenge dear Obi as you've ever been, Mayor Fontaine speaks. ]

Alright, that oughta do it. Pack up the evidence and head to the bathyspheres, same as last week.

[ There's yet again a line of spherical submersibles back there, ready to take off as the citizens of New Rapture climb aboard one or two at a time. And one at a time the bathyspheres descend into the abyss below New Rapture, deeper and deeper, once again to the dome on the seafloor, lit all around by bio-luminescent... slugs, of some kind? They're a little closer today.

The ring of podiums still sits in the center, just like last week. Two more podiums are going to stand empty. Two more dead. By the end of the day, best case scenario? It'll be three.

The projector clicks on. Mayor Fontaine is as here as he's gonna be. ]

You all know why you're here. Night Knight is dead. And I know plenty of you liked him alright, so don't let him down, hm? Or do. I'm here if you have questions.

[ Welcome to your second trial. ]

Comments

[asymptotes]

[ Drakkon arches an eyebrow. Though he has to admit, internally, it's the sort of thing he would do. ]

I guess I appreciate your level of faith in me, but overdosing on pain meds doesn't make for a easy time murdering people.

[specialyellthing]

Not right away--

How ya feelin' today, Sensei?

[asymptotes]

Better, but not amazing. Definitely not together enough to fight someone trained and win.

[specialyellthing]

Unless that person was also messed up on meds.

[asymptotes]

Maybe?

[ He sighs and returns to Tommy Oliver's natural state, taking off his shirt. ]

Either way, I haven't been stabbed recently.

[specialyellthing]

[was this her plan all along--- ]

[inaclearing]

[once again, he is looking respectfully]

[daimakaicho]

[ yeah, he's gonna get a low whistle since we're all heathens here ]

[fuckingguy]

[ honestly he can't even be insecure over being the only guy in here with a comedy actor's dad bod, this is choice ]

[bootyhunter]

Okay, okay! That's enough.

Can we all agree that he's off the hook now? Yeah! Good.

[specialyellthing]

Yeah, yeah, he's fine --- [zinda you beast, he's married.]

[bootyhunter]

[Whatever's Zinda's saying, he's not really paying attention. Instead he just sighs, rubbing at his own neck and the base of his jaw. He clearly has something on his mind, but he's not going to open that of worms here! He's learned his lesson.]

[asymptotes]

No hard feelings, man. We need to look at every angle.

[ He looks around. ]

Though if we think someone in here has been injured, we should get on checking for that.