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

[jibunwo]

I'm fine with a handwriting check. [taking a pen and notebook out of his suit pocket and tearing out a page.] Perhaps all of us write our name with both hands? Men and women, just to be thorough.

[leaveittomother]

For the sake of being thorough, yes.

[onlyyoucan]

All right. Let's do that.