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

[hotpaprika]

... Perhaps we should do something next week to curb anyone from being tempted by the motive.

[sastruga]

We could all just wear earplugs and blindfolds when Fontaine-san announces it~

[hotpaprika]

[He smirks at that mental image.]

I suppose it is better than nothing

[specialyellthing]

We've been tryin' that every week. It's why I told y'all not to go injectin yourself with anything, but can anyone listen to Zinda?

[apparently only a few people.]

[visiblepattern]

It's not as though we haven't tried.

[...]

No, I'm sorry. This is a discussion for another time. I'm not trying to be more upsetting than this already is. Sorry.

[hotpaprika]

It's alright, it's hard to keep up hope in such a dreadful situation.

... But as long as there is still a few of us left, there is still some hope left.