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. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I'm gonna be honest, you're REAL annoying and probably evil, and if I'm gonna die anyway I might as well have a little fun before I go right?

Shard, did this really seem like the time to have a little fun?

[Lives in danger, robot pal]

Edited 2021-02-06 20:42 (UTC)

Last chance I'm gonna get, right?

[Not bitter, no sir.]

[Constantine looks...a little more than peeved, actually.]

Did you have any intent--any intent whatsoever--to tell us about this?

[Not that it matters, but he's concentrating all his efforts on not immediately exploding like everyone else did.]

I wanted to, yeah. But- my world's in pretty bad shape. The captain's plan, it's got more of chance at working than I'd like. That's not an excuse, I'm not trying to absolve myself, but- like I said. I panicked.

[Constantine just scowls.]

You want my advice? Next time someone postures a bluff like that, don't fold.

You sure it was a bluff? You willing to risk an entire world on that?

I've risked more in my time.

Not everyone is like you, John Constantine.

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scouserer - 2021-02-06 21:06 (UTC) - Expand

Yeah, well I wasn't gonna risk the people who tried to make me better than I am, the one person who understood me, if I didn't have a choice about it.

scouserer - 2021-02-06 21:10 (UTC) - Expand

But--you--we could have died, and--

[There's a lot of disbelief there, but in the end, Filbo just slumps over. This trial thing is exhausting]

...sorry it's coming to this.

Me too, Mayor.

Mm, don't care, not gazing down into the chasm of my own mortality at the moment. Glad you got some laughs in first!

You know, if I'm gonna die anyway there's no reason to NOT take out another really obvious threat before I do.

[ Hm! ]

Ah. [ She says it like she's about to add a HAHAHAHAHA to the end, but instead, somehow, she just continues to be mean in a composed way. ] That's a little more to the tune of what Red saw last night, isn't it?

Everyone here already knows I'm a murderer, you're not gonna guilt me MORE over this. You really wanna see what she saw last night?

A better question is, 'is that truly what you wish to show us now'?

[also he's standing next to magica so maybe don't.]

[Wow, low blow?]

[but u right]

Would it actually make a difference? I've already killed one person, and almost got you all killed too.

And you face this ship's twisted 'justice' for it. It is not my place to truly curse your actions when I see no fault in concealing a crime for the sake of your world's safety.

But the manner in which one meets their end makes every bit of difference. If one is to die, they should be able to do so as themselves. Not as the picture you believe others to have painted of you.

Big talk for someone who hasn't shown their face through this whole spectacle.

jibunwo - 2021-02-06 21:27 (UTC) - Expand

Couldn't resist a bit more salt in the wound, sorry. Go on, then. Prove you're the remorseless killing machine you clearly think you are. It's not like I'm strong enough to stop you, what with my noodle arms.

...you know what.

[He's just gonna flick the seawater-stained phone from his podium over at Magica. Just right at her face.]

[Does this mean she wins whatever the hell this is? Maybe, he doesn't care.]

[ Maybe she does! But she also makes an insanely undignified squawking noise as she ducks down out of the way, and isn't that a victory in and of itself? ]

[He will forever cherish that squawking for however few minutes he has left.]

[...he tries not to smirk like he kind of agrees with chog-shaped robot buddy here because he doesn’t feel like drawing a target on the parts of his anatomy at duck height.

...but he’s definitely kinda hoping he can go like that the next Almost Certain Death situation he’s in...]