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]

[ Hi. Floyd is a hot mess. But the hot mess is because he was investigating! He has blood and flour on his shoes, and also blood on his pants mostly, but that's because he got close to the body and also the crime scene. ]

I didn't bother to clean much before coming, but Lane Snapper saw me when I was busting down the door- I didn't have anything on me before then.

[ He rolls up his sleeves! no bruises here- he's clean! ]

[inaclearing]

....that's right, you did say you had to break in. The door was jammed, right? So...how did the person who did it get out?

[capreelcious]

[ Huh. That makes his brows raise in thought. ]

...That's a good question, actually. There's no windows at the parlor.

[inaclearing]

Okay. I think we can safely assume that the Undertaker didn't jam it behind himself for some reason. What else is there - the vents?