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

pocket check

[deathmagnetic]

It's entirely possible that our killer has poison on them. They could've forgotten in the chaotic events of last night; mistakes happen to everyone.

Therefore it'd be for the best if everyone who has pockets to empty them for me. I'll come around to inspect the items up close to verify, naturally.

[ Risotto will be coming around to do as he said...

Anyone who will desire to ask to check what's in his pockets can in return do so if they desire. ]

[dokkalfheimr]

[the deepest

fucking

sigh

if this turns up something on anyone you're welcome to tell her that you told her so but as for her

she's got nothing in her pockets dude, just her device]

[ltcommandroid]

[Data's got his tricorder, which he's been carrying on his person pretty much all the time since he got it, and his ship-provided device. Nothing else.]

[scouserer]

[Constantine's got a lot of empty wrappers and various assorted pens, knives, and more...but no cyanide. Seems like he's left them in his drawers.]

[sivard]

[Zaveid's got a whole lotta nothing in his pockets.]

[guffawsungraciously]

[Jasper's got his device and some hard candies. That's it. He's got a notebook and a pen, but they're already on his podium.]

[magycks]

If everyone could not fly off the handle, that would be just great.

[ Today, Magica's pockets and the various hiding spots within her cloak contain:

Her device.
The handkerchief chain Sara got from the vending machine.
A pack of cards taken from the casino.
Her raggedy-ass notebook.
A wax figure resembling Handsome Jack with no less than seven pins stuck in it.
Several cuneiform tablets that look like they also have skulls drawn on them? But, like, what are recognizably bird skulls.
A pen.
A box cutter.
A granola bar.
A taser.
A bottle of BBQ sauce filled with essential oils.
A goddamn gun? She just has a gun made for human hands? ]

Like I'm the first one to bring weapons here. We've had two cases of murderous possession in the courtroom, grow up.

[jibunwo]

[Sharply, in an undertone:]

Magicawhydoyouhavemygun.

[magycks]

Oh, legally owned, I'm sure.

[jibunwo]

Yes, obviously I stole a Britannian pistol, now give it back. You're a duck, the recoil will knock you clear off the ship.

[deathmagnetic]

[ Regardless, he didn't seem phased at the laundry list of items here. ]

No, you're not.

[ He'll eye the wax figure of Handsome Jack, for like, more than one second. Things to ask about later. There's a trial to solve, and so he'll quickly move on. She's all good here, fam ]

[magycks]

Well, at least someone's sensible.

[silentscout]

[-A bottle of BBQ sauce filled with essential oils.

Lalli is squinting at that. Because he remembers their conversation.]

What did you make?

[magycks]

... Oh, right, you did inspire that one.

[silentscout]

Did you actually make a healing potion?

[guffawsungraciously]

No, it really does seem entirely sensible.

[he hasn't bothered putting his swords on his podium because like, they're right on his hips. he's not hiding the fact that he's armed.]

[jibunwo]

[Zero takes out a notebook, pen, his device, and the taser. No vials, no poison.]

Do you mind emptying yours, just for the sake of being certain?

[deathmagnetic]

[ He'll pull out a gun, and his device. That's it ]

[scythegun]

[There's his device and some pens and paper. Then after a moment he sighs and pulls a couple of knifes from inside his suit?? Listen, a man can never be too prepared.]

[silentscout]

[And THERE'S THE POISON- haha nah, all Lalli has on him is his phone thingy, his trial cookies (unmunched on so far), and his knife. Said knife is a serrated combat knife. Lalli will also explain it when he shows it.]

I got it from the vending machine last Sunday. It seemed like a good thing to carry around.You can compare it to the other knives if you want but I don't think it matches anything.

[queceracera]

[i am so sorry scott's pockets are like this, but he pulls the following out:

- two bags of hot cheetos
- a filet-o-fish from the mcdonalds
- a bunch of coins for the vending machine
- four?? copies??? of Black Lotuss????
- a fork
- technically Gideon was not in his pockets, but Scott put him down to do this
- AND HIS ID I'M AN IDIOT I KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON I DIDN'T FORGET THIS]

[guffawsungraciously]

[OH WAIT FUCK A CAT???

...

pspspsps???]

[queceracera]

[Gideon looks up, stares for a very long second, and then puts a paw on the filet-o-fish and looks up at Scott expectantly.]

[cethflayn]

[Do you still need Flayn to outturn her pockets? She's been quiet since presenting her evidence...

She just has Jimmy Bear, the ugly stuffed bear she made herself and has been carrying around (he is clean), and her Cadeuces Staff clipped to her back, which is clean and unmarked.]

[leaveittomother]

[Reika has:

-Some coins from the vending machine
-Some random pieces of paper that have scribbled notes on them
-A knife from the vending machine
-And her device
-Also some like random wrappers and shit.]