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

[dokkalfheimr]

I've already told Magica that I didn't desecrate anyone's corpse.

You're doing well with the baseless accusations, however. This is, what, the third? Fourth?

[silentscout]

[He considers this for a moment, and then:]

Let me smell your hands. That minty oil is strong and lingers. If you weren't involved in that part, then you won't smell like the oil.

[dokkalfheimr]

Certainly.

[She will gladly hold her hands out; she doesn't smell like anything unusual compared to the last couple times you did this, Lalli.]

[silentscout]

[Well. That seems to be enough for Lalli at least.

So he nods, and then he looks out among everyone else, like he's trying to see the real killer give themselves away in this moment of everyone accusing Freyja.]