FOURTH TRIAL

[bathymetric]

[ Well! That's sure something, isn't it? There may or may not be a lot of you excited to get down to business, but Jones does eventually move to collect you all and bring you to the theatre. It's a familiar routine by now, perhaps even comfortingly so given the irregularities of this particular killing.

Two of you gone this week. The elevator is started to feel downright spacious, don't you think?

A shanty, as usual, echoes from the crew of the Dutchman as you enter. The room is the same as it has ever been before you as the elevator settles into position. ]

To yer positions, passengers. Chins up.

[ Three more podiums claimed by the rust and wear.

You have your evidence, and you're going to need it before long. The music outside dies down.

Welcome to your fourth trial. ]

Comments

CW: Emeto

[cethflayn]

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Okay look I'm sorry but she's just going to tremble for about fifteen seconds before crouching down behind her podium and retching. It's. Just bile.]

I - I am sorry - I did not mean to...

[If she's in trouble she'll clean the trial room, she promises]

[silentscout]

[OH NO FLAYN

He'll come over to try and pull her back to sit down for a minute.

And then, to Davy Jones:]

Can we have a bucket or something?

[Just. In case she gets sick again.]

[thekeyofsea]

Aye.

[ And he will just sort of. Walk into a wall. Walk through the wall. Walk out of the wall with a bucket from the Supply Room in a few moments. Hand it over. ]

[cethflayn]

[...She takes it.]

Thank you.

[Sir have you ever seen a more pitiful 1,000+ year old being]

[silentscout]

[It's still weird to see that, but.]

Thank you.