THIRD TRIAL

[bathymetric]

[ Once all the needed information has been pulled from the PARTY ZONE and nearby echelons, Davy Jones once again does his rounds to collect everyone and bring them to the theatre. ]

You are all familiar with this procedure by now, step quickly!

[ And with the blast of the organ, down the elevator starts to go, into the bowels of the ship below. Things darken and then, as before, you hear a song from the crew of the Dutchman drifting predatory below. ]

Take yer places, all of ye.

[ The circle of podiums remains, two more podiums rusted over and aged. Jones takes his place, meanwhile, looking out the window at the sea.

The shanty dies down, and the atmosphere darkens.

Welcome to your third trial. ]

Comments

[onlyyoucan]

Probably. It looked like traces got everywhere, like Risotto said.

[cethflayn]

There really was an awful lot of glass...and if someone was thorough enough to clean off their shoes, they might have been thorough enough to clean the rest of themselves, too.

[But should they, like, be checking for glass in people's hair or something?]

[onlyyoucan]

I didn't see any glass in the women's shower when I went in there this morning. But that doesn't mean there's no glass anywhere else, or on somebody.