unknownseas | FIFTH TRIAL

Quite the spread of evidence, isn't it? You have all you need, make your way to the vault door at once.

[ Once you're all at the door, Angel lets you through and into the elevator as always. And speaking of that elevator... your space to roam inside has grown again as you head down. Four is a heavy number to lose in one week, isn't it, between Nova and the three bodies you've just found? Though the number of things to discuss might be weighing heavier on your mind, if you're one of the investigators. The elevator might seem bigger or smaller than usual, despite the increase in space.

The trial room is as it is most weeks, apart from the newly-red podiums, so at least that's not a surprise by now. The screens are lowered, the familiar spiral displayed as ever. ]

That's three down this week. Up to three parties can be found responsible, when all is said and done - so go forth and find whoever did this, won't you? And to whoever did this... as always, best of luck to you as well.

[ The screens raise.

Welcome to your fifth trial. ]

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[ oh how fun!!

Whose handwriting does it look like? ]

[ Well, uh.

It's Líf's.

Weird. ]

[ wow!

that sure is weird!!

Luckily she's been carrying around the notes she's received in the bag she made ages ago so like... ]

... That handwriting... it looks like Lif's.

...Yeah, it does.

[He doesn't like this?]

[ great googly moogly ]

...Excuse me?

Lif? Are you sure?

[W h a t?]

I'm very sure. He left me a note, after-- Anyone can come compare if they would like.

One of those letters...

Who else would have seen them?

I went through his room shortly after the trial, just to see if I could. That's when I found the letters. Lif and Aela both left them, but Lif left decidedly fewer.

Anna, are you really going to make me do this?

Oh boy.

[ we missed this last week, huh. go on, william she'll hold your flower. ]

I -- am I...

[She grips the podium and breathes, but between that and all of this, it's not long before Anna starts to laugh.

It's not a happy sound.

[...]

Do you know anyone else he might've left a note?

[There's something to be said for looting the rooms of the dead.]

[This is why you're haunted, Birkin.]

[................that's fair.]

[She comes over to have a look for herself but Birkin's confirmation just solidifies what she sees.]

But how-? [Dead people can't write letters. It's illegal.]