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

[fuckingguy]

[ There's a little blood on the bottoms of Nandor's boots from the investigation — nothing excessive, as he did manage to sidestep most of it — but no trace of flour. His arms and hands are exactly as they were this time last week, but also he's wearing that all-black ensemble again so fuck it, he has to undo the top to show his arms anyway, he'll just start taking the whole thing off. Which, uh, nobody asked for, but he is clean! ]

[inaclearing]

............okay.

[you know what? he's just not gonna argue this.]