SECOND TRIAL

[bathymetric]

[ Once enough time has passed to gather the appropriate information, Davy Jones once again moves to collect any stragglers who don't make it back to the theatre. ]

Step lively, same procedure as the last time!

[ Before long he plays that same complicated song on the organ and, crowded into the elevator, you all descend once more into the depths of the ship. But you might notice as you head down... there's more room in the elevator than there was before, with three of you gone now. Not much, but still. It's noticeable.

The sound of another shanty echoes from the Dutchman below as the elevator reaches its destination, that same foreboding glass room at the very base of the vessel. The sea is dark about you.

The circle of podiums is largely unchanged, though Shard and Adeline's have joined Carmen's in looking nigh hundreds of years older than all the others, rusting and covered in bivalves and seaweed. ]

Ye all seem to have caught on quick to what to do. I be here if any inquiries burn too fiercely.

[ The Captain is late again, it seems, but things are set to start anyway.

Welcome to your second trial. ]

Comments

[dokkalfheimr]

...Decus, what did you consume last night? The food here is communal, and none of the rest of us are sick like you've been.

[thisaroma]

Some of the clams from the buffet. ...They're individual animals, though, right? So I assume one of them was just bad.

[dokkalfheimr]

Just that? Nothing else?

[...]

Were you in the café at any point in time?

[thisaroma]

[ scratches head... ]

Just in the morning, I think? Zaveid had some stuff in there that he was trading... that was before I saw you.

[dokkalfheimr]

...Very well.

I'm concerned due to what Scott mentioned. About removing the assisting party.

[thisaroma]

What do you mean?

[dokkalfheimr]

Well...

[thisaroma]

I mean, I didn't drink anything in there? I've just been going there each day to collect those cute pink cake pops as they bring more out so I can eventually make a bouquet of them for Alice.

[dokkalfheimr]

Would you tell us, if you had?

[Just saying.]

Confirming that would place you at the scene with someone you would be willing to die for, after all.

[scythegun]

[...Hmm.]

Are you thinking that perhaps the food and drink were for separate people instead of belonging to just one, as we've been assuming?

[sivard]

[.......]

People have been getting poison from that big metal box.

[He's talking about the vending machine.]

[scythegun]

Precisely. The cup was cleaned, unlike the plate. If there was poison in it, then that makes sense, doesn't it?

[sivard]

It does. Hiding the evidence.

[scythegun]

Ja. It's certainly an easier way to get rid of an accomplice.

[calx]

What type of poison?

[scythegun]

Cyanide. I must admit I'm not the most knowledgeable about poisons, so if someone could confirm if Decus' symptoms would line up with that, it'd be appreciated!

[calx]

I'm not a doctor, but I am an alchemist. [ So he is def familiar with chemicals and stuff. ]

Decus? Would you submit to an examination?

[dokkalfheimr]

The cup was cleaned out. And the poison from the machine has a very distinct scent.

Now one of our number is ill.

[jibunwo]

...And Decus wouldn't be able to smell it, would he?

[dokkalfheimr]

He presumably would not, no.

[jibunwo]

I don't suppose anyone got an antidote out of the machine, by any chance.

[he hates this, thanks.]

[scythegun]

That's exactly what I'm thinking. Of course, if that is the case...

[Glancing over at Decus...]

[ahelpingpaw]

Uh...if Decus were the killer, he wouldn't risk Alice dying alongside all of us, right? I mean, we all know how Decus is like. Would he really do anything if it meant Alice could die?

[scythegun]

Ja, you're right.

But I think that makes it obvious that Alice is the killer, doesn't it? He helped her secure the kill, but as long as she landed the fatal strike then that means as long as she wins, she survives.

Even if that means he has to die... Well, Decus does seem like the sort to want to prioritize her survival above all else, doesn't he?

[conceivesfrenzy]

That's not what they're implying, Filbie.