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unknownseas2021-02-20 10:45 am
bathymetric) wrote in unknownseas2021-02-20 10:45 am
THIRD TRIAL
[ 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. ]
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. ]
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[Data's learned to wear shirts with sleeves that easily roll up to trials. (Can you roll up Starfleet uniform sleeves, I feel like no, they're so fitted...) Anyway, he does so, and then runs a hand through his hair. It seems stiffer than real human hair; so that's now it's rarely ever mussed or out of place. But, at any rate, no shards of glass fall out, and there's no visible nicks on his face or arms!]