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

[cethflayn]

[Wow all of that added to Flayn's concerns make her upset!]

Is it too late to administer an emetic? If we could get one at all?

[thisaroma]

[ Probably can't rely on the clams to handle it... ]

[cethflayn]

[d e c u s . . .]

mods?

[ltcommandroid]

I do not have full medical training.

[An emetic...well, that's some real old-timey medicine by Data's standards, but he'll process that for a second. What would have been in use back then/now?]

However, I believe use of emetics was discontinued several centuries ago due to the potential risks. Captain, would it be possible for you to provide us some activated charcoal? [me, on wikihow mid-trial: thanks but we can't call poison control] Or at least some fluids?

[calx]

Given her state I would caution against fluids, at least in a direct manner. Some small ice chips would be safer, given the medication's effects on her bodies ability to function properly.

[ aka you likely do not want to give someone who has depressed biological functions water because choking/aspiration hazard. ]