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]

Oh, bloody hell--

[He jumps back from Magica, trying to put some distance between himself and her! And if he can't do that, he's just going to...gently keep her at bay with his legs.]

Hey! Hey!

[magycks]

HEY? You've had this coming from moment one! You planted evidence on the crime scene to frame me! You stole my feathers, you accused me of murder after I wasted all this time not killing anybody — also, how long were you even keeping those?! I'm going to rend you limb from limb, you—

[ She's not even pulling the switchblade out or anything, though, it seems like her strategy is "claw up his legs like a cat attempting to climb someone." ]

[scouserer]

Hey! For your information, it wasn't hard to follow you around and pick up whatever feathers you dropped!

[He's just kicking her away, at this point. Similarly to trying to separate a cat from his leg.]

[ltcommandroid]

Please refrain from kicking Magica.

[She’s got delicate lil bird bones!]

cw gore i can't believe i play this fucking clown

[magycks]

You could at least have used them in a black magic ritual like a normal person! How dare you try and defend yourself afteroof—!

[ And he is absolutely successful! Only after he sends her flying, she immediately picks herself back up, because she might be tiny and lightweight, but she's also a cartoon villain, baby! Reaching into her cloak for god knows what... ]

This is what you wanted, isn't it? To rile me up, because you're "just a bastard like that?" Well, fantastic work! Hope it was worth it once I prognosticate the future with your entrails!

[ltcommandroid]

[If yall keep this up, someone is getting scruffed like a cat



but honestly it might be Constantine]