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. ]

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[fuckingguy]

[ As previously mentioned (in his own bitching), Nandor has ash on the hem of his all-black ensemble and the soles of his boots! On the other hand, there is no lingering scent of fire on him, and his outfit is pristine re: missing patches. It's probably comparable to the ash on Joy's clothes or Aiba's very small personage, except for the fact that his outfit is long as hell and he did check up close to see if anything was present in the blast zone. ]