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

[bootyhunter]

You were tryin' to save yourself. Some might say that's selfish, but others might say that's just how it is, baby.

[Dandy winces.

He certainly feels like a good-for-nothing, seeing as he couldn't stop this either.]

Every man for himself! Blah, blah, blah.

I guess I just don't like to think that way. But, enough about me.

You're not really leavin' this place on a high note, and I get that, but I've gotta ask.

Even if it was only for a minute, was there ever a moment you felt like you were havin' a good time?

[prompocalypse]

[She thinks about the friends she might have had here, if she'd cared to. She thinks about Zinda who showed her open affection because she was too trusting to see past the carefully built facade that Penelope had spent her entire life fostering.

She thinks about what waits for her. The fire.

The shards stuck in her head. Endlessly pining after a girl she wouldn't be able to even touch, let alone that she'll only sneer at her when she sees her. That they'll both just fall into their routine of hurting eachother until they feel better. (They'll never feel better.)

It's not enough. Penelope only dreams of having everything. The world, the crown, the boys and the girls (but mainly the girls).

But it's something.]

I'd give it six stars, I guess.

Beats hell, at least.

[bootyhunter]

Six outta ten, or six outta five?

Either way! Six is better than zero by a longshot.

[prompocalypse]

[She blinks for a moment and then laughs. There's nothing sinister to it or put-on like her other laughs have been, she just finds something about it genuinely funny.]

Right... you rate Hotels out of five.

Sorry, guess I already forgot.

I meant out of ten, but like, you can choose how to take it, I suppose.