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. ]

Comments

[sastruga]

...I don't know. Do you think the killer might have gotten hurt? Swinging a mace around with enough force to do something like that... it's not exactly the most careful way of killing.

[honeyedtea]

There was certainly enough blood at the scene for it to have been the case... though I don't know where exactly we'd start looking for an injury.

[inaclearing]

Well, the knife didn't get them, and I doubt they somehow clipped themselves with the mace...was there any blood near any of that glass?

[honeyedtea]

There was blood everywhere. It was an extremely messy scene.

[inaclearing]

[shrug]

Could've been grazed or something, then. Let's make sure to check for bruises, too, that's a lot of stuff getting thrown around.

[sastruga]

Anywhere, at this point. Extensively, considering how much we seem to miss every time we do this.

[honeyedtea]

I suppose it probably is necessary...

[ . . . a beat as she Very Visibly realizes what this means for their usual body check arrangement and has a moment of very obvious Lesbian Panic. ]

Th–that is to say– it's quite necessary for the others, yes? After all, there's no way a girl my size would have been able to wield a weapon like that or–

[sastruga]

[???]

Well, I don't think it was you, of course. [Is that what Mielle is worried about? Clearly it must be.] Don't worry, I trust you.

[honeyedtea]

Y–yes... that's good to know...

[ rest in piece, her poor heart ]

[specialyellthing]

… And you didn’ do this. [shes so tired and desperate sounding]

[honeyedtea]

Zinda, I understand that this is a very difficult trial for you but please think for a moment about how poorly equipped I would be to manage a weapon like that.

[ at least she's... honest... about being made of glass bones and paper skin... ]

[specialyellthing]

That’s what I’m sayin, Goldie.