FIFTH TRIAL

[bathymetric]

[ It's not terribly long, once everything has been found, before Davy Jones heads out to round you all up once more and take you into the theatre. At least plenty of you are around the same area, so it probably doesn't take terribly long.

The ride down to the trial room is the same as ever - a blast of the organ, a slow descent. It's really starting to become clear, though, just how your numbers are decreasing. You're already down three, counting the absence of Chloe, potentially more when you come back up.

The crew of the Dutchman is singing as Jones lets you out into the trial room. ]

To business, passengers. I am about if you need guidance.

[ The circle of podiums is less populated than ever. So many of you are islands now, so to speak.

The song dies down, the waters quiet.

Welcome to your fifth trial.. ]

Comments

[jibunwo]

[you know what, he's just not going to Think about this on an emotional level today, no sir.]

I checked the infirmary--there was a collection for medications for fever and nausea on the counter, with a bottle of acetaminophen knocked over. For that matter, it looked like there had been a struggle in the room.

Given that Decus' iron maiden was in there as well, I think it's safe to assume who was looking through the medicine, but was there any evidence he had been poisoned? Or was he just ill again?

[scythegun]

From what I saw, it seems likely he was poisoned, but only mildly so.

[jibunwo]

Mildly enough to know he was feeling ill again and find a remedy. I would presume whoever did it likely followed him there and caught him while he was looking for something to take.

[scythegun]

Ja, precisely. That struggle presumably led out into the hall to where we found Decus.