THIRD TRIAL

[bathymetric]

[ Two bodies this week. As a result, it's a little longer before Mayor Fontaine's voice calls out over the loudspeakers. ]

All right, that'll do, all of you. Get to the bathyspheres. Trial time.

[ There's fewer bathyspheres this week, aren't there? It's starting to get really noticeable. One by one, alone or in pairs, you descend into the depths. The bottom of the seafloor, a place no human life was meant to travel to unassisted. It's dark, until it isn't, the same bio-luminescent slugs as before lighting up the area and revealing the great glass dome in which the trial takes place.

Within, three more podiums have gone dark. They remain empty as you all gather around into the circle.

The projector clicks on, and you see the silhouette of Mayor Fontaine above you. ]

We all know why we're here. Florida Man and Cryptobro got themselves got. Up to you to figure out who did it, or... well, you know by now.

[ Welcome to your third trial. ]

Comments

[fuckingguy]

... You actually listened to me?

[hotpaprika]

Y-yes? You seemed to have more familiarity with supernatural powers than I and I did not want to upset you.

[specialyellthing]

[oh so it was NANDOR u listened to...]

[hotpaprika]

[:( He couldn't disappoint his vampire dad!]

[fuckingguy]

Oh.

[ He just kind of blinks for a second! He is so used to his authority not being respected, despite his strident attempts to enforce it, that he just kind of assumed Jonathan would ignore him. ]

... Well, thank you for that.