Sixth Trial

[bathymetric]

[ After a time, as always, your investigation is interrupted by the Mayor's now-familiar voice, calling out to you over the loudspeakers. ]

And that's gonna be time. Pack it in, everyone, bring what you're gonna bring because it's trial time.

[ There are so many bathyspheres missing, you cannot help but notice, as you all pile into the station for your standard trip down to the trial room. Your number has dipped to about a third of its original size - a fact that becomes even more evident when you reach the circle of podiums at the bottom of New Rapture's ocean trench. ]

You all know why you're here. Someone killed Pillage Idiot, and it's your job to figure out who. This is your sixth one, I sure hope you have the procedure down by now.

[ Welcome to your sixth trial. ]

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gore mention

[specialyellthing]

[Zinda stands alone. The podiums around her are all empty, reminders of just how much she’s lost, just how alone she is right now.

She keeps a careful watch over the girls, over their hands twined together. She only has two tethers right now: and one of them is making sure she gets those girls home safely.

The other, she’s reminded of by the blood and other unmentionables on her gloves and clothes. By the mace she picked up, still coated in gore. She’d chewed others out for it in weeks past—- but she feels it now. A desire for revenge.

She has to be relentless.]

[capreelcious]

Jeeze... that uh. Sure is a murder weapon.