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

[calx]

[ As always, he has gloves! He'll take them off like he has every other time, and his skin is pristine as always. You can view up to his elbows until you hit the bit of plate that's part of his outfit, but there's no marks or anything suspicious. ]

Ah? I can shake my head, but I doubt that's effective with my hair style. The same holds for running my hands through it.

[deathmagnetic]

I could always look closer, then. Or if you have another way to make this easier.

[ He just wants to get through this as soon as possible, and it probably shows. ]

[calx]

Yes, go ahead.

[ Look all you want, his hair is just very fluffy...

He doesn't mind his personal space being intruded on. ]

[deathmagnetic]

[ Okay, he's gonna look, and check every inch of his hair. It's probably really invasive but it's not as bad as it could be.

As long as nothing suspicious pops up, he'll be going right along. ]

[calx]

[ It'll take awhile, but there's nothing in his hair! ]