FIRST TRIAL

[bathymetric]

[ 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. ]

Comments

[scouserer]

Not sure, either, but we should at least determine it's not in anyone's pockets, yeah? That's easier to confirm than checking if its at the bottom of the ocean.

[jibunwo]

I agree with you, I merely find it a strange choice to conceal damning evidence. Checking everyone's pockets seems a sound course of action, just to be sure.

[sharddrive]

So what, we're looking for someone with two phones, then?

pocket....check???

[scouserer]

S'ppose we are. I can look into it, for those who...actually have pockets.

[To his own credit, he begins turning out all his pockets--which contain a hunting knife, various food from the vending machines, trinkets, a bundled up scarf--all of which can be freely examined by other people. But only one phone.]

Now, you can either voluntarily show what you've got, or I'll do it for you.

[calx]

[ Albedo has his own PDA, some paper and a pen. ]

[deathmagnetic]

[ He'll upend his pockets. He's really got nothing on him except for his device. ]

[bonesorter]

[Lorna turns out her pockets, showing that she has just her device on hand.]

[paucipan]

[...So fun fact, Plumeria's outfit does not have pockets. She's wearing her usual which is uh, really stupid.

She pulls her PDA out from inside the hat, though, and just hers. That's all she's got on her.]

[sharddrive]

I mean- I don't have any pockets, no. And only one phone.

[He'll hold it up for inspection anyway, since apparently he's being suspected now. The phone looks a bit worn and stained from use, but there is indeed only one of them, and there's no obvious places Shard could be storing anything else.]

[hellahighwater]

Jeez, old man, don't go 'round bein' a cop about it all of a sudden. [ chloe said acab and that's canon

...She...frowns a little, though, hesitant. ] We're only lookin' for the extra phone-thing, right?

[ltcommandroid]

[Assuming that Starfleet uniforms have pockets, I guess, Data only has his PDA!]

[jibunwo]

[Zero's pockets only contain his own device and a small notebook and pen.]

[onlyyoucan]

[Aside from the big honking doll in her arms, Sara has her own phone and that's it.]

[magycks]

[ Magica heaves a long, dramatic sigh, rolls her eyes—

And produces her phone, an off-brand package of pop tarts, and an extremely sharp pencil. That's it. ]

[leaveittomother]

[Reika has her phone and also a knife she got from Constatine. But she'll keep her hand on that because please don't try to take her weapon.]

[dokkalfheimr]

[Freyja is in her white dress today, and...somewhere among all the ruffles and folds it does have pockets! She pulls out her device easily.]

This is all that I have.

[cethflayn]

[All Flayn has is her own device, nothing more. She'll even turn her pockets inside-out if needed.]

[scythegun]

[Yeager's got his device, some paper, and a couple of pens, but that's all he has in his pockets!]

Thank you for asking first!

[Not naming names, but!!!!!!!!]

[conceivesfrenzy]

I'd like to see you try.

[ But he's also standing right next to her, and she knows he'll absolutely do it, so she pulls out her phone out of whatever the fuck counts as a pocket on her person. That's all she's got on hand. ]

[sivard]

[Does Zaveid have pockets...? We just don't know!

I'll go with he does, though. The only thing in them is his phone!]

[silentscout]

[He turns out his pockets.

Just his pda in there rn.]

[queceracera]

[Oh, I'm so sorry. Scott Pilgrim canonically keeps weird shit in his pockets.

He pulls out:
- a bag of hot cheetos
- the "personal space reminder" he got the other day
- a pen and notebook
- three more bags of hot cheetos
- like six of those paper umbrella you get in cocktails
- a fork
- the green key he found
- his PDA thing
- four empty bags of hot cheetos
- a pair of chopsticks

It's worth noting there does not appear to be a way for him to fit all of this in his pockets.]

[ignobel]

[I mean, she has plenty of pockets, but all they turn up is a few crumbs and her device.]

Lemme know if you want helping doing it for 'em.

[Helping? Helping?? Mostly she just seems antsy...]

[thisaroma]

[ All right, all right, he's probably got a bunch of pockets between his pants and jacket, but he'll empty them all... He's got his own device, the taser thing and the crappy handheld gaming device he got out of the vending machine, a baggie of Mysterious Herbs that'll probably boost his stats???, some cookie and candy wrappers, and a cologne bottle that's about 2/3 full.

He's not letting go of that bottle so you can't throw it away!!!!!! ]

[hypnowhip]

[Sylvando's just got his device in his pockets!]