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

[sastruga]

...Unless it becomes relevant to the case, please just leave observations like those to yourself, alright? No need to say it out loud.

[bootyhunter]

[While the teenaged girls are coming to save his grown ass, Dandy's breathing is going to get pretty harsh.

He's having a normal one, fam!]

[inaclearing]

[Brett might just...move over to Hodaka's podium, next to Dandy. He doesn't launch into his usual breathing coaching, just because he isn't sure how well it'll be received, but...you know. Show of solidarity or something. He'll bring him the blanket he took from Jonathan.

He can see Obi's portrait next to his own podium way better from over here, and that sucks, but whatever.]

[buriedstar]

I'd prefer to. But on the slim chance someone might think I would cover for him, I needed him to say something.

[ He has not enjoyed this either! ]