Fifth Trial

[bathymetric]

[ There's a long while of examination before the Mayor speaks up. There's plenty of evidence to pick up yet again this week, after all. ]

Annnd that's going to do it. Wrap it up and head to the bathyspheres, kids, you've got some business to attend to.

[ The bathyspheres take you all down, down, into the now-familiar dome below the city. The similarly familiar red glow persists until the lights properly turn on - the projection of Fontaine's silhouette is gone, of course, replaced by that same flickering "please stand by" message. But your mayor's voice is still the one that speaks over the increasingly empty circle of podiums. ]

If you somehow need a reminder of why you're here, three of you are dead. Get away with it, killer or killers, and the execution room gets to really work overtime today. But I guess if you wanna live, you should find who murdered three people. Could be important for you guys.

[ Welcome to your fifth trial. ]

Comments

MODS

[inaclearing]

This one was torn out...

[Mods, are the other letters still actually attached to the journal, and not just tucked in there? Also, is there any other indicator of whether or not they may have been written at the same time?]

[bathymetric]

[ The rest are all attached in there, yep! And they all seem to be about the same Freshness. ]

[inaclearing]

They all look about the same, to me? But the rest of them are still attached. He must have torn this one out just...just last night, that's probably how it got wet.

[fuckingguy]

[ ... ]

How did it get wet? Was it under a glass or something? Or was it... you know.

[ the weeping! ]

[inaclearing]

It was on the floor, and the glasses were both up on the bar. I didn't see any indication that either of them had spilled...though I guess it could have dried in that time.

[fuckingguy]

Then... [ this is not a fun thing to suggest, but! ] It was probably someone's tears, yes?

[inaclearing]

He was -

[Well. Forrest already said.]