SEVENTH TRIAL

[bathymetric]

[ After a while, Davy Jones comes and collects you all again. It's a much quicker trip than he's ever had to take for you all before. You all fit so easily into the elevator in the theatre now, don't you?

As he plays the song that takes you down, even Jones seems tired. But the elevator certainly isn't, moving just as dramatically into the depths of the ship as it ever has. You now know all the floors it passes on its trip down to the trial room, don't you?

And none of you even know that this is your last ride down. The end is coming. But that's for later, and not quite yet for all of you.

The crew of the Dutchman is... different, somehow, this week. There are more figures aboard, and they're all singing, well. Maybe Scott was right, that first week. ]

Ye know what to do, passengers.

[ Jones moves to the wall to look out at his ship, scowling.

The podiums are waiting.

Welcome to your seventh trial.

Comments

Mods?

[cethflayn]

Thank you very much.

[Time to compare the feathers! Mods, are they the same color?]

[bathymetric]

[ It is, indeed, Magica's brand- I mean feathers! ]

[cethflayn]

[Frowning]

It - it is one of yours. But that is far too obvious!

[Sounds like she doesn't think this proves Magica guilty, oddly enough.]

[scouserer]

[Constantine lets out a tsk-ing noise.]

Yeah, Magica, I'd expect you to be more careful about cleaning up after a crime scene.

[He's being purposely stupid, of course.]

[magycks]

Don't you dare try and goad me, Constantine! I am the one who goads! It's been like my whole thing for the last three of these.

[scouserer]

I'll goad you all I like, thank you very much!

[magycks]

You're welcome! And thank you for wasting your time on it, as I clearly didn't do this one, for the seventh time!

[sivard]

Agreed.

Not to mention, Magica has been talking nonstop since the first week about how the only person she wants to kill is Jack.

[magycks]

[ this is a wildly charitable interpretation of her actions and statements but you know what, man, she'll take it! ]

[magycks]

Oh, good. Always fun to find out an unknown stranger's been stockpiling your feathers for a rainy day framejob, this couldn't possibly backfire on whoever's responsible.

[cethflayn]

It is very creepy. Do you recall any situation where someone might have been able to take your feathers from you?

[Who did the thing, who assaulted the duck]

[magycks]

Believe me, you'd all have heard about that. [ And the revelation would be annoying as hell and set at a decibel usually used to call dogs! ] I mean, I suppose if they waited around long enough they could probably pick up the odd loose feather now and again?

[cethflayn]

Perhaps...

[Look she's not really inclined to ask if Magica molts or sheds or something, that's invasive.]

[magycks]

[ Immediately misinterpreting this: ]

Oh, you don't trust me?

[cethflayn]

No, in this instance I do trust you. I was just thinking of other ways a person might steal feathers, and frankly, I do not think they are very polite to speculate aloud about.