And we're all adrift together through the cold mist, 'til we're lifeless together

[dokkalfheimr]

[The preparations hit differently this time.

Last weekend was at least an attempt at being festive, even with the light supplies they have; at being joyous, at giving people at least one nice thing to look back upon before things inevitably took a turn for the worse. And now two people are dead, and instead of trying to figure out structure placement and how best to keep everyone entertained and occupied and well-fed, the preparations now are given to much more practical purposes.

Large amounts of bottled water from the machine. Bagels and bread and muffins, light starchy things to avoid forcing anyone to keep meat or seafood down after seeing a corpse. Fruit for the sake of providing energy. Avoiding including bananas for any reason. Quietly pulling aside one of the first people she sees with any experience in the matter and asking them to help her make tea.

Once she's got one of the tables at the party zone set up and the tea is on its way to being prepared, she'll set around letting people know; the invitations are simple, written in Freyja's broad, elegant handwriting:

I think another gathering tonight would be beneficial. Not to celebrate, but to remember; perhaps more importantly, to ensure that no one is alone if they don't want to be.

Tonight is hard. There is nothing further to do but get through it.]

Comments

[cethflayn]

[That's not how magic works I mean in Askr it is but]

There are some blends of tea that use dried tropical fruits in them, but those are expensive. [She knows some of her classmates had particular taste for those, though.] How odd to have those same rarities be so commonplace here, in the middle of the sea.

[dokkalfheimr]

...One would think we wouldn't have such a consistent supply of them, either. Should we? I suppose there may be supplies delivered from time to time, but apparently bananas spoil impressively quickly.

[IF WE...LEARNED NOTHING ELSE AT THIS TRIAL...]

[cethflayn]

[We have definitely gained knowledge of bananas, that's for sure.]

I do not think we should. Usually, if a ship were out at sea for a long time, other ships would meet it and restock their supplies. [The Wellerman TikTok sensation has taught us things!] But the only other ship I have seen near us is...the one underneath us.

[And The Dutchman doesn't seem like it's getting crates of pineapples anytime soon.]

[dokkalfheimr]

Likewise. Plumeria and I are often on the top deck at night, and we certainly haven't seen any other vessels.

Save for the one beneath us.

[...The Dutchman is a whole other pile of yikes.]

[cethflayn]

...There were men on board that ship as well.

[They may have been fish monsters, but they were still suck there.]

They are just as captive there as we are here.

[dokkalfheimr]

...It seems so.

[Hm...]

Perhaps we should see what can be done for them. When we leave here.

[cethflayn]

I would like that. But for now...do you think it is possible to send them things by dropping them into the ocean?

[Like, do they need citrus fruits? To prevent scurvy?]

[dokkalfheimr]

...Possibly. I don't know what they may require, however, given that they're still alive down there.

[...Some...how. I mean they look kind of jacked up but like.]

[cethflayn]

Maybe Mister Davy Jones might know. He did say it was his ship.

[dokkalfheimr]

Perhaps I can ask him. I did intend to speak with him tonight.

[cethflayn]

I shall see about speaking to him tomorrow.

[Or, well, Sunday, but.]

Unless he decides to come out. I would like to give him tea as well.