SIXTH TRIAL

[bathymetric]

[ It's the same as the other weeks. Two bodies, some time to look, and then Davy Jones comes around to take those of you who are left into the theatre and into the elevator. His expression is dark, difficult to read.

The trip down feels slower than ever. The elevator has gotten so empty, don't you think?

As it reaches its usual destination, the crew of the Dutchman is performing once again. The clouds above have started to darken the once clear tropical waters.

The podiums await you. ]

At yer places! Find who is responsible for all of this!

[ Your numbers can't support many more weeks of this, can they?

Welcome to your sixth trial. ]

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[magycks]

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

A GUN OH FUCK wait she took that out at the start of the trial, it's fine.
Her device.
The handkerchief chain Sara got from the vending machine.
A pack of cards taken from the casino.
Her raggedy-ass notebook.
A sharp pencil.
A pen.
A taser.

No essential oils today! Also, her amulet is on and she straight up has a spear with her which she occasionally leans on like a staff. Yes, she took this from Plumeria's stuff, and yes, it is taller than her. ]

[ltcommandroid]

May I see your spear?

[we're doin a close check on weapons now I guess!]

[magycks]

Well, I set myself up for it, so...

[ It's pristine! I mean, I can't actually speak for how Plumeria used it, but it can be guaranteed that nobody stabbed a bunch of video games with this spear. ]

[ltcommandroid]

[He'll check it over for a moment, then hand it back]

Thank you.