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. ]

Comments

[ahelpingpaw]

[Owe you one, Data, seriously]

[heroantagonist]

Oh no ye don't!

["Jack" rears back and flings a fireball in Filbo's direction now...]

[ltcommandroid]

Look out - !

[Data darts forward, putting himself in the fireball's path, and takes it directly to the chest instead! He stumbles back a step from the force, and his shirt is absolutely just on fire now, but he still turns around to head to the elevator anyway.]

Go, everyone in! [Oh these are close quarters, maybe he'll try to pat out all of the fire on him actually]

[ahelpingpaw]

Data!

[Filbo pulls from Data as if he was now trying to drag him into the elevator even if Data is on fire, goodness, don't set everyone else on fire, Filbo]

[ltcommandroid]

It is - alright -

[Although apparently being actively on fire is the straw that broke the camel's back, because now he finally does sound at least slightly stressed!]