Fourth Trial

[bathymetric]

[ After the evidence (and what a large batch of evidence it is, this time) has been gathered up, after actually patiently waiting a longer time than usual to make sure everything's been grabbed, the speakers over New Rapture crackle to life. ]

Time's up, everyone. You know where to go.

[ The lower number of bathyspheres, as you descend, is starting to become really notable, isn't it? The descent is the same as ever, lower and lower into the sea. The bioluminescence of those slugs on the ocean floor is almost brighter today, somehow, and some of them have even crawled up the cliff face around you as you pass them.

The dome approaches, slowly as ever, gleaming red in the darkness. The bathyspheres land in a row, doors opening one by one to reveal the familiar sight of the trial room, three more podiums now darkened. ]

Take your places, ladies and gentlemen. You've got a doozy of a situation to discuss. Ass Man and Silver Fox are dead. You know what happens if you can't figure out whodunnit.

[ Welcome to your fourth trial. ]

Comments

[dullshooter]

Of course. You have standards to uphold, after all.

[It’s a little jokey, but like, also, fair enough.]

Feels kinda wrong to see you out of the suit, though. Not that it’s bad — I don’t think that’s even possible.

[Seo Dawon’s probably the kind of person to look good in anything?]

[buriedstar]

[ He flashes Misfire a dazzling smile. ]

It's not~.

[honeyedtea]

[ the tangible lesbian disgust from the next podium........... ]