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unknownseas2021-02-06 01:03 am
bathymetric) wrote in unknownseas2021-02-06 01:03 am
FIRST TRIAL
[ Eventually, time seems to run out. Davy Jones takes a lap around the boat, rather tersely instructing everyone to gather in the theatre.
Once everyone is inside, he herds all of you onto the stage, which has been cleared save for the controls to the elaborate pipe organ built into the room. ]
Step lively, passengers! There's a long ride ahead of ye!
[ And once everyone is on that stage, Davy Jones sits at his organ and begins to play. It's not a familiar song to any of you, and it doesn't sound kind, but it does sound wildly complicated. Or it would be, for someone who can't play with his many tentacles.
As the piece begins, the stage begins to descend. Well, at least the part you're all on, as well as where Jones sits at the organ. And it keeps descending, at least through a few floors before long. The elevator shaft is dark, the music echoing until it fades, the controls apparently too far from the pipe organ above before long. Jones sits in silence as the cramped ride continues. Dull bulbs set into the wall provide just enough illumination to tell where you all are, but the walls are thick steel.
You have to have descended several floors, you imagine, when light starts to creep in at the edges of the platform, along with voices. They sound distant and distorted, but the first thing you hear when the platform breaks into the trial room is men singing, rough and distant.
You can also see the... surprisingly somber room, considering where you are. The walls and floor are all made of glass, allowing you a view of the sea as the ship you now stand on the very lowest deck of pushes through the water. Lights illuminate enough to tell that it is indeed water out there, but the water is perhaps not the most interesting thing out there in the dark.
Below the ship, illuminated by a ghostly aura, sails (for lack of a more fitting word) The Flying Dutchman. If you look closely, sailors more monster than anything else man the deck, and seem to be the source of the song. Davy Jones casts the ship a sad look, then stops a foot on the floor and the song quiets. ]
Take your places, passengers. Ye have this chance alone to find the killer among yer number.
[ In the center of the room stands a circle of sturdy metal podiums. Carmen's seems to be almost... decades older than the rest, coated in rust and barnacles. In the center hangs a circle of screens, currently switched off. ]
If there are questions, I am going anywhere no sooner than the lot of you.
[ Jones moves to look out the window, leaving you all to talk amongst yourselves.
Welcome to your first trial. ]
Once everyone is inside, he herds all of you onto the stage, which has been cleared save for the controls to the elaborate pipe organ built into the room. ]
Step lively, passengers! There's a long ride ahead of ye!
[ And once everyone is on that stage, Davy Jones sits at his organ and begins to play. It's not a familiar song to any of you, and it doesn't sound kind, but it does sound wildly complicated. Or it would be, for someone who can't play with his many tentacles.
As the piece begins, the stage begins to descend. Well, at least the part you're all on, as well as where Jones sits at the organ. And it keeps descending, at least through a few floors before long. The elevator shaft is dark, the music echoing until it fades, the controls apparently too far from the pipe organ above before long. Jones sits in silence as the cramped ride continues. Dull bulbs set into the wall provide just enough illumination to tell where you all are, but the walls are thick steel.
You have to have descended several floors, you imagine, when light starts to creep in at the edges of the platform, along with voices. They sound distant and distorted, but the first thing you hear when the platform breaks into the trial room is men singing, rough and distant.
You can also see the... surprisingly somber room, considering where you are. The walls and floor are all made of glass, allowing you a view of the sea as the ship you now stand on the very lowest deck of pushes through the water. Lights illuminate enough to tell that it is indeed water out there, but the water is perhaps not the most interesting thing out there in the dark.
Below the ship, illuminated by a ghostly aura, sails (for lack of a more fitting word) The Flying Dutchman. If you look closely, sailors more monster than anything else man the deck, and seem to be the source of the song. Davy Jones casts the ship a sad look, then stops a foot on the floor and the song quiets. ]
Take your places, passengers. Ye have this chance alone to find the killer among yer number.
[ In the center of the room stands a circle of sturdy metal podiums. Carmen's seems to be almost... decades older than the rest, coated in rust and barnacles. In the center hangs a circle of screens, currently switched off. ]
If there are questions, I am going anywhere no sooner than the lot of you.
[ Jones moves to look out the window, leaving you all to talk amongst yourselves.
Welcome to your first trial. ]
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[She wants a straight answer, if you're willing to give it.]
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If ye all find the culprit, they and they alone shall face execution! Should ye all fail... they and they alone shall be spared. This is no low-stakes game, and ye have no option but to buy in, if you value yer hides.
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[Great. Very cool!]
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[He's not even surprised.]
The only ones who should kill are those who are prepared to be killed.
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[That's. Pretty fucked up. What the fuck, Captain.]
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His eyes narrowed. Those are certainly some...terms indeed. ]
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...All right.
[She got her answer. It's not one she likes. But at the end of the day, sometimes...one does what they must.
Goddess help her.]
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[Not exactly a surprise considering what we've seen of the Captain so far, but boy is this A Lot. No pressure whatsoever!!]
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If those are the stakes then you already know who killed her, don't you?
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[Okay, that one is a much harder blow to swallow. For once Filbo truly seems panicked]
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[This was probably meant to be comforting but he kinda said it the same way he says most stuff, so.]
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[In another game, he probably would have had a lot to say about this! But this is a kidnapping and threats situation. You can't really have expectations here. In this situation, his duty is doubtless to...ensure the fewest possible deaths.]
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[Plumeria's eyes go wide at that, and she grips the sides of her podium with a lot of force. Thankfully she's not very strong, but her white knuckled grip on it is all too obvious. Plumeria can't really even bring herself to respond, because holy shit.]
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That does explain some things, thank you.
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[ She seems pleasantly unsurprised by this! ]
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Sylvando will be doing his best to not panic after the reassurance from the others, but this really isn't helping.]
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[She's obviously not happy with this, but it's more huffy than anything. Maybe someone as muscleheaded as she is is a bit more prepared for death at every corner when the corners are all like this. Still!]
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