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]

…Did anyone else catch her throwing furniture around a couple of weeks back? I don’t think she’d necessarily need to do all this to get rid of someone. I fully believe in her power to bludgeon one of us to death.

[visiblepattern]

That's true, but Aiba likes us. Or at least, she's told me she does. It would be easier to set something up to kill a random person than to beat someone to death.

[inaclearing]

Less personal. Like...setting a trap in the woods and walking away, instead of hunting.