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]

[ SORRY SEO HE ONLY HEARD HALF OF THAT ON ACCOUNT OF THE CLOTH but now he is fully dressed and going to carry himself like none of that undignified shit just happened... ]

... As you are going to die anyway, I suppose it is in our best interests not to escalate the situation.

[buriedstar]

Oh, I've been dead this entire time.

[ A beat. ]

Actually, I can't eat either. That's another privilege for the living, but I don't need to tell you about that, do I?

[ He has been sir I am going to cook for someone but not actually eat the entire game. Okay he can put it in his mouth it just. Nandor knows. ]

[specialyellthing]

Hey. [THATS THE THING HES SENSITIVE ABOUT.]

[fuckingguy]

... This is why you had such an issue with the blue ghosts?

[buriedstar]

[ fucking yes. ]

If I had to be monochromatic, I'd be gold.