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

[daimakaicho]

[ She rolls up her dress sleeves as best as she can, showing her arms and hands are clear.

Her shoes (and train) probably have some blood and flour on them, though nothing substantial. ]

This is from looking around the ice cream parlor.

[ She sounds kind of annoyed about it! ]

[inaclearing]

...sure, okay.

[Though, now that he thinks of it.]

Was the flour...all over the floor? Were there even any tracks in it when you went in there?

[daimakaicho]

No, it was mostly in the area by the counters and cabinets, though there was a little overreach into the seating area, which is where I was at. I didn't see any tracks, either.