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

[specialyellthing]

… Get over here.

[allatonce]

[She hesitates for a moment and then walks over.]

[specialyellthing]

[She tugs her in and squeezes her tightly.]

Idiot.

[allatonce]

[Joy hugs back just as tightly. Then, muffled by Zinda's boobs:]

I know.

[specialyellthing]

You coulda—-

I woulda—-

[With her jacket off, it’s probably a nice squishy send off.]

… Hawkah. I’m gonna miss you.