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]

Do we really want to do this anything but clearheaded?

[hellahighwater]

Do we really have to keep talking about next time?

[queceracera]

Listen, it's the world's worst game of Clue. The least we can do is be drunk.

[queceracera]

You're like fifteen and the smartest person here. We can all get drunk next time while you solve the murder.

[Perfect solution!]

[jibunwo]

I'm seventeen, thank you very much-!

[magycks]

Oh! We can do shots until the killer breaks down and starts confessing out of sheer moroseness!

[queceracera]

See, the duck gets it!

[shots shots shotsshotsshots]