unknownseas | 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. ]

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While our powers don't work...? I can assure you that shapeshifting is out of the question here.

Yeah, and even if our usual powers did work, she's missing the amulet she keeps hers stored in.

...I'm sorry, what.

[NO ONE FUCKING TOLD HIM]

...You didn't notice?

It didn't come up.

[Said through what sounds remarkably like gritted teeth.]

[He's fine and not at all incredibly frustrated that he overcomplicated something for himself. Again.]

Rude way to find out, in that case.

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jibunwo - 2021-02-06 19:13 (UTC) - Expand

Our abilities don't work while we're onboard the vessel, to the best of everyone's knowledge.

Edited 2021-02-06 19:10 (UTC)

Thank you. This is vital information I apparently overlooked.

[HE'S FINE AND NOT EVEN REMOTELY PISSED OFF, YOU ARE A HELPER.]

[ looking up ]

Oh, did nobody tell you? We've all been reduced to miserable laymen.

[thank god no one can see his face right now because he's suddenly having a much worse day.]

Spectacular.

It's actually the worst.

[ she's very UPSET ABOUT IT! ]

How many of you--no, forget it. Now isn't the time to wonder about that, we can address it later if we must.

[HOW MANY Y'ALL WEIRDOS HAVE MAGIC SHIT]

It's just for fairness. What if one of you was a vegan? Nobody'd be able to kill you.

[That's a selection of words Scott Pilgrim said in that order.]

What does that have to do with anything?

[ r i love you ]

queceracera - 2021-02-06 19:45 (UTC) - Expand

That doesn't... what.

queceracera - 2021-02-06 19:46 (UTC) - Expand

Do we know for sure everyone's powers are COMPLETELY gone?

[He's grasping at straws here, but come on. She's kind of obviously evil.]

My body is made from magic. If I can't use my artes, there's no possible way she's able to use magic.

[ . . . ]

Abilities seem to have been nullified, yes. I am unable to use my vision since I arrived.

...You seem incredibly quick to push blame and remain dedicated to pointless theories for someone who could walk through glass without injury or remnants, seems to find the placement of the banana peel both logical and reasonable, and likewise for someone that easily could have displaced and damaged the railing himself.

[She's just saying.]

So you think I did it, cool.

And yet you provide no grand compelling reason for why you couldn't have done it...?

Don't expect it of others if you cannot provide one yourself.

sharddrive - 2021-02-06 19:22 (UTC) - Expand

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sharddrive - 2021-02-06 19:39 (UTC) - Expand

Pushing the blame on someone else can be a sign of guilt.

[He's not saying he thinks you did it, but this isn't a good look.]

sharddrive - 2021-02-06 19:26 (UTC) - Expand

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sivard - 2021-02-06 19:46 (UTC) - Expand

Interesting question! Actually, it reminds me of something.

Weren't you just telling me the other day that your passive attributes were still available? And correct me if I'm wrong, but you don't eat, do you?

I am still made of metal, yes, good observation.

No, he eats. He just doesn't eat human food.

[Can't believe that machine oil gag is letting me whiteknight Shard.]

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