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

[sastruga]

...Well, we can argue about who could or couldn't. It probably does rule out the shorter people here, but.

Maybe we should check a little more thoroughly.

[oh she's not about to suggest--]

Who here is about Dandy's height?

[onemillion]

I think Tommy would be the closest one, if I'm remembering correctly.

[He's the only other 5'11" here!!]

[allatonce]

I vote that everyone tries to pick him up to test who could carry Dandy.

[tommy! check! tommy! check!]

[specialyellthing]

Great idea! [SHE JUST WANTS TO SHOW OFF AGAIN--]

[inaclearing]

He...probably weighs more...

[flashback to the LORD DRAKKON THIRST TRAP]

[fuckingguy]

I think he weighs more than Dandy did.

[ it's pure muscle and sick lord drakkon gains! ]

[allatonce]

Do you have a better idea, Nandor?

[She's just saying.]

[fuckingguy]

... Rossiu holding something heavy?

[specialyellthing]

The box is heavy!

[said from the line for the tommy challenge]

[onemillion]

[Like it's just now occurring to him:]

I am only an inch shorter and ten pounds lighter than Dandy...

[fuckingguy]

[ listen, he's managed to escape this particular indignity for now, and we love that for him!! ]

Well, he has his arms out already, so... if results are inconclusive?

[dullshooter]

We can do you after if you’d like.

[sastruga]

...

[She stares him dead in the eye.]

Okay. Who wants to go pick up Tommy first. [WITH NO INPUT FROM THE MAN HIMSELF. SHE'S JUST DECIDED?] ...I kind of want to see who can, anyway.

[onemillion]

We really should ask him if he's okay with that first...

[tommy! check! tommy! check!]

[dullshooter]

Nah. Hand him over.

[onemillion]

[what are you looking at him for, go pick him up yourself if you really want to!!!!]

[dullshooter]

[Oh right yeah he’s gotta do this himself—]

[asymptotes]

[ He sighs in resignation. ]

Far be it from me to object to a request from a fellow poisoning victim.

[ Is he literally only agreeing to this because Mafuyu asked? Maybe So. ]

[onemillion]

Thank you.

[HAVE FUN]

DRAKKON CHECK

[asymptotes]

[ Drakkon sighs and takes a step back from his podium, raising his arms out to the sides to T-Pose for what little dominance he can get in this situation. ]

Come and try it, I suppose.

[dullshooter]

C’mere Tomathan.

[He’s gonna pick him up under his arms like a cat.]

[pairtner]

[Aiba's real form stares intently at Tommy]

Aw, my psychic powers are failing me. I can't lift him.

[Thanks for the input, Aiba. Also that was sarcasm, she doesn't have psychic powers, haha]

[specialyellthing]

Here we go-- [okay zinda, the point is to show if you could easily do this, so her getting a running start makes this even stupider---

BUT SHE CAN LIFT HIM! ... She cannot, however, hold him for very long, or get him over her shoulder.

She very politely puts him back down.]

[allatonce]

[Aiba already stole her joke, so instead she genuinely tries to pick him up.

Uh, so. Somewhat surprisingly, she can! But she can't, like, do a lot more than lift him.]

Thank you for your service.

[sastruga]

...Well, I don't think anyone's expecting anything, but. Excuse me.

[And she's gonna put her arms around him, attempting to LIFT with all her might.

Her sixteen year old smol girl might. After surviving a poisoning attempt, at that. She has like, some muscle from archery, but. It's probably like feeling a light breeze.

She probably could have sat this one out, but it's only fair she participates.]