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

[capreelcious]

...Mm. Don't wanna.

[ Ah yes, one of Floyd's famous moods back at it again. ]

Pretty sure I can lift him, though, so. [ Shrug. ]

[sastruga]

There's no problem with doing it, then.

[just

this face]

[capreelcious]

[ He just pouts right back. ]

Not in the mood.

[hotpaprika]

Two people are dead, Floyd.

[Look if this depressed man can do it so can him!]

[capreelcious]

And it's not my style to set off whatever convoluted plan this was.

[ He just crosses his arms. ]

Check me all you like, but I don't feel like lifting anyone right now.