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

INJURY CHECK

[buriedstar]

Given we know there was a fight, and that the plasmids [ He spits that word out. ] were likely used by everyone involved, it's past time to check for injuries. I'll be checking the men, and Zinda will check the women.

For the sake of those with sensitives, I don't think we need to completely strip down just yet. We can start with tops and see if we really need to go further.

Let's get started.

[ Men! Seo Dawon will be asking everyone to take their tops off, so if your character will not comply please state that and if they would only roll up their sleeves or so on. ]

[giddyundertaker]

Ah, bugger. One moment.

[ Let him take off his overcoat, then his undercoat... Then his shirt...

His arms are still covered in scars, but none of them are recent and he shows no signs of bruising. ]

I never had a good reason to try any of those silly potions! What use would the power of a plasmid be to an undertaker like me?

[buriedstar]

You're preaching to the choir, but I don't blame you.

[ Mood 3092302930 times. ]

[specialyellthing]

Alright, let's do this.

[for the ladies, zinda will be checking arms and asking people to roll up their tops a little if theyre wearing a shirt that can be, just in case anyone's jabbing their stomachs.

Or maybe she's just doing it so she can show off, again? Either way, she'll let someone check her too, and she's all clear of recent injuries.]

[allatonce]

[Kind of hard to tell on Joy, given all the blood? But she's not actually wearing the blobfish kigu for once. Instead, she's wearing the labcoat, now kind of a brown red, over the hand bra and punk jeans so like.

She just takes off the labcoat. There's nothing really notable, aside from the blood.]

[hotpaprika]

[While he wasn't really excited to have Seo do an injury check, he is relieved to see that he doesn't need to take his shirt off.

He rolls back his sleeves and there are no notable injuries on his arms.]

[buriedstar]

Your shirt too. You're not that shy are you?

[dullshooter]

[It's pretty obvious that Misfire's in the clear, but he stretches his arms out for full examination all the same.]

I just want to feel included.

[buriedstar]

I'd never forget you, Misfire-yah ❤.

[ He looks over anyway just in case! He means it. ]

[inaclearing]

[Brett's wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt for basically this exact reason! No sleeves to roll up and no reason to strip! Buuuuut if Seo asks him, he'll just take it off anyway; he's not here to argue about this. Either way, he's clean!]

I meant what I said. They seemed sort of cool to mess with, but...

[He shrugs a little. Not for him!]

[buriedstar]

But not worth it?

[ Mood x2! ]

[vholran]

Oh, but of course.

In the event no one was injured, I suppose it'd have to be someone well in tune with those disgusting things...

[ Vholran, of course, believes himself to be above kowtowing to such a thing. First, he will start to slowly start to take off his gloves, one after another, throwing Seo Dawon a smirk as he does so. Then, this is followed by unbuckling his (squints) three purple belts strewn around his waist, followed by taking off of his jacket. And uhhh idk what he's wearing underneath that, so it is just probably a tight dark shirt, which he will divest himself of as well. Slowly and also carefully.

Is he...doing this on purpose? He will at least only start acting like this when the man is in front of him.

Anyway, there are no injuries. There are burns all over but once again rather unrecent. He is clear, folks. ]

[buriedstar]

That, and lucky too? [ This is just his opinion of how useless the plasmids are, smh.

As for the actual check, Seo Dawon watches as Vhloran absconds himself from all of his layers. Closely obviously, since these checks need to be done with care. When he's done, his eyes meet the other man's with a smirk in return. ]

Thank you for cooperation, Vhloran-ie. It's been noted~. [ Among other things. ]

[fuckingguy]

... Might want to get someone else first.

[ YEAH, NO, HE'S TAKING HIS SHIRT OFF WITH NO HESITATION... unfortunately he's wearing his one same stupid outfit so he's going to have to go through the prolonged effort of taking off his overcoat, undoing all the stupid JRPG-ass straps on the top and pulling that off, then taking off the undershirt he 100% is wearing underneath! It's a lot. And after all that, you don't even get the satisfaction of evidence against him, because Nandor is uninjured and unbruised. Any scars on this dad bod are, like, 700 years old. ]

[specialyellthing]

[the amount of disrespectful looking going on is disgusting]

[buriedstar]

Outfits like that always seem like more trouble than they're worth. Though there is something to be said of style, of course.

[ He does come back to Nandor a bit later though, as requested! Also can he talk he's in a suit. ]

[onemillion]

[Rossiu rolls up his sleeves to show his arms - no injuries or other marks here! However, he's not going to be removing his uniform coat because... look at it. This thing is not easy to take off.]

I would prefer not to remove my uniform jacket, but should it be required later, I'll comply.

[visiblepattern]

...I'd prefer to not get fully undressed, if that's all right?

[If the dress comes off, everything kind of has to come off, and it's just this whole production and-

...He's in this, at least, so his arms are pretty visible up to the cap sleeve. Nothing seems bruised or injured?]

I never took any of the injections involving fire. Only the ones involving lightning shocks. Several people saw it.

[daimakaicho]

[ You will all be thrilled to know that Hild isn't cursing everyone with the Nic Cage crop top today, and is back in her usual outfit. Rolling up the sleeves is a bit of a pain given how form-fitting the outfit is, but Zinda will be able to tell that her forearms are free of any injuries, and anyone with eyes will at least be able to tell that the exposed area from her neck to her navel are free of injuries. ]

nsfw; suggestive spoilers for space dandy as well

[bootyhunter]

Oh no, baby.

[Dandy's "strong-man" facade has been held together just about as well as you'd expect, for someone so soft on the inside. Well, emotionally. Metaphysically speaking, the same can't be said about Space Dandy.

He's all... Hm.

Something closer to platinum.]

You're gonna do me like that?

[His voice hitches and cracks when he removes his shirt, and if anyone is looking closely, they'll notice that Dandy nearly slips. The alien hunter appears as though he's struggling to stand, and suddenly shrinks up, surprisingly self-conscious, when the red fabric of his blood-stained Henley comes right off.

Dandy's neck has a larger, older wound from this weekend, but there are quite a few marks on his neck that are notoriously fresh, along with some large scratches from two hands, traveling a good way down his back.

These don't look like marks from a scuffle, however.

Not an unpleasant one at least.]

Make sure the kids don't take a peek.

Or ask any funny questions. I don't wanna get into the Birds and the Bees with anybody.

[asymptotes]

[ By now you all know what the man looks like with his shirt off, but like. Say hi to ripped muscles and fucked up veins again, ig!! He is uninjured. ]

[capreelcious]

Yeah, okay.

[ Floyd takes his tyedye t-shirt off in one fell swoop. He's got some light scars here and there, though none of them are fresh. They're all likely from past scuffles and roughhousing back home! He is clean! ]

[honeyedtea]

[ Of course she's not stripping lol but she is rolling her sleeves up enough to make it obvious she's clean. ]

[sastruga]

[She'll let Zinda go ahead and check her. Rolling up her sleeves, lifting her shirt, all that. Looks like she's clean!]

...Well, I'm not about to inject myself with one of those things, of course. It would be way too unsafe.

Not to mention how much my mother would disapprove.

[howveryglib]

[…so because it’s a real pain in the ass to undo all his armor and he figured he might need to keep that in mind after last week he showed up to the trial in the first thing he saw. which is pretty easy to unbutton and take off, so he’ll go ahead! He’s got lots of old scars as you’d expect, but no recent injuries.]