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

[scouserer]

Unless she got the jump on him somehow. S'not like he had many injuries, did he? Just the bruise and the cut on his throat--which, from what we know, probably didn't have any sort of actual blood spilling from it.

[He rubs the back of his neck, frowning.]

And, if that's the case, then it opens up a bunch of other suspects, doesn't it?

[jibunwo]

Now you're getting it.

[constantine please stop getting owned by the teenager]

So there's no reason to assume immediately that one of the current obvious leads is our culprit, unless you want that turned around on yourself.

[scouserer]

[Constantine spreads his arms in a mocking manner.]

Whatever you say, Lelouch.