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

[pairtner]

...maybe he...overall cared more about us all than one would think.

[Uf, she's feeling guilty. Not that long ago she told Brett Dandy was a fundamentally selfish person and that he taking a moment to ask her to go tell Brett to drink orange juice was a sign of a bond.

Dandy being so empathic and maybe forgiving was unexpected for her]

[inaclearing]

...I tried to apologize to him last week. For thinking...poorly of him, before. He wouldn't let me.

[It's as unemotional as everything else Brett has said today, but...at least he's saying it?]

nsfw mention

[dullshooter]

…He did give me unsolicited pep talks.

[Mostly about getting laid but you know.]