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WEEK 3
You wake up on Sunday. This is unusual in large part because, whether or not you did go to sleep, when last you checked? It was Friday. Saturday is missing.
And that's not all, either. Should you check your devices, there's a calendar next to the clock. The date?
December 31st.
The dead are still gone. Your material gains are still here. Every object you've moved on the ship has returned to the position it was in when you first awoke.
Once you've recovered from the shock of that, though, not all is the same as it was when you first awoke! The lock on the door leading down to the next level of the ship has been removed, allowing you free access to a whole new assortment of on-board amenities. Go play some laser tag while you try not to think about what all of this might mean!
And by the end of the week, well... maybe another tragic accident will occur, maybe it won't. No choice but to find out.
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[ ooc: Welcome to week 3! Remember to turn in your AC here and coins for regains over here! If you wish to get in contact with the npcs, Davy Jones is over here, and The Captain is over here! And as requested, profiles are accessible here. ]
And that's not all, either. Should you check your devices, there's a calendar next to the clock. The date?
December 31st.
The dead are still gone. Your material gains are still here. Every object you've moved on the ship has returned to the position it was in when you first awoke.
Once you've recovered from the shock of that, though, not all is the same as it was when you first awoke! The lock on the door leading down to the next level of the ship has been removed, allowing you free access to a whole new assortment of on-board amenities. Go play some laser tag while you try not to think about what all of this might mean!
And by the end of the week, well... maybe another tragic accident will occur, maybe it won't. No choice but to find out.
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[ ooc: Welcome to week 3! Remember to turn in your AC here and coins for regains over here! If you wish to get in contact with the npcs, Davy Jones is over here, and The Captain is over here! And as requested, profiles are accessible here. ]
TUESDAY
MOTIVE - Mementos
Now, you know what I call that first motive? 'Okay.' Not special or anything, but ehhh, so-so, y'know? Could've been better. Could've had more to do with the actual killing - But! I love this momentum we've got going, so here's a new spin I want to try that I think you're all just going to love.
[The screen shuts off. For a moment, what might seem to be a technical failure, until it turns on again in a brief but blinding flash of green right before the stock footage returns.
Simultaneously, everyone's devices ping with yet another addition: a photo or text description hinting at a memory you no longer have.]
You know what that was? Of course not. Maybe you don’t even remember it. Because every single one of you is now down one memory, and if you all want those possibly treasured memories back, and don't want to risk losing more... then hey. You know what to do.
[OOC: For this motive, every character will have lost one icly important memory that is up to the player’s choosing. That memory will be gone for the duration of the week, until... Well, You Know ;)]
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[Sara stares at her device, shuts her eyes, and shakes her head.]
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You know what? You can keep that one, thanks.
[Whatever it is, Plumeria's not inclined to show it, and if you'll excuse her, she's leaving.]
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And he looks up to the theater screen, then down at the device, then around at everyone else, then at at his device again.
He's not speaking up, but he is very Concerned now.]
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[Zero was very quiet about all this as he stared at his phone—that flash and sudden change was uncomfortably familiar.]
[’It’s time to forget all the bad things that have happened to you.’
‘I can’t-!’
‘Yes, you can—I’ll help you forget all of this.’]
[It was possible. Easy, in fact, as easy as blinking. If that was the nature of the Captain’s powers, in part or in whole...then this was only going to get worse.]
[But there was a bigger problem for him personally, glaring daggers at his phone even through the mask and holding it so tightly it almost seemed as it might break.]
...You’re deplorable.
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Oh, this is actually— like, he was ready to blow it off, but he finds himself staring in half panicked, half furious confusion at a picture of an empty lot that he feels like he should be able to connect to something and uh. Hm. Hm!
He eventually manages to shove the phone back into his pocket and. Um. Walk out wordlessly. Because this is. This is all kinds of fucked up.]
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The Fishing Tournament held in the Wyvern Moon, Imperial Year 1180
Her expression is one of bafflement. A Fishing Tournament? During the month of the Battle of the Eagle and Lion? She would never have forgotten such a thing.]
You are a very poor liar, Captain.
[Coming from someone who is the worst liar on this ship? That's...well, no, she just doesn't think you made her forget something. Friday's going to be fun!]
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He doesn't look angry or upset--rather, he just looks...confused. And a little shaken. He puts away his phone, his face a little more pale than before.]
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[Really? Lost a memory? Concerned, Filbo takes out the device. There's one single sentence, one that makes him narrow his eyes in confusion]
...what? No, that's impossible. You dunno what you're talking about.
[He doesn't seem terribly concerned, instead believing that, since it came from the Captain, it simply had to be untrue. Guaranteed untrue. Giving the screen a dismissive stare that's very unlike him, Filbo just shrugs and leaves]
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There's no moment of upset, there's no outburst or strange expressions or locking up; she just stares at her device with a look of utter frustrated confusion. Her brow knits, delicately, like she's trying very hard to recall something.]
...You're lying. This is...
[It takes her another moment before she shuts the device off and looks away.]
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Actually, he's very upset.]
...What? That- That's not possible...!
[But...is it really impossible? He almost doesn't want to know.]
cw disney xd murder threats
My hatred—!
[ yeah this is a disney afternoon villain what are you gonna do about it ]
YOU! [ She points at the screen, then straight up jumps onto a seat to continue yelling. ] You are the worst! The second I get my powers back I will hunt you down, memorize your face, and rip it off like a Halloween mask! I'll pull my memories back out of you with my bare hands while your heart still beats! I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE!!
[ And she hops down and storms out. ]
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[There's a whole lot to unpack here -- last week was a pain in the ass but considerably less of one, all things considered. Allenby's frown deepens when she looks at her device, and she actually brings it up closer to her face to glower at it like she can stare the display down.]
I don't-- I don't think you're being much better at this than you were last time. Or with the flamethrowers.
[There's something mulish in the way she says that, but when she slams her device back into her pocket it's with an angry sort of force.]
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I... I think I need to lie down for a while.
[Or go away somewhere so that she doesn't end up being sick in front of everyone because if what is on her device is real than whoo boy.]
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Albedo can place what's missing because of course he can, he's just that type of individual. He's...not sure what to do with it honestly other than to remain silent and leave quietly. He just needs time to think, probably. For anyone who tries to peek what popped up on his screen good luck; he's remarkably fast about pocketing his PDA but you may catch a glimpse of bright gold. ]
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...I see.
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If anything, it's an insult.
But, even though his countenance was practically unmovable as stone, he will pocket the picture. If just having killing intent could kill on its own, the Captain would be deader than dead. But, you know, reality ensues, and he'll have to leave. ]
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WEE WOO MEETING TIME
[Whether the standard handwritten note was slipped under doors or hastily left in high traffic areas, the impression got across: meet in the library, half an hour after the motive. Long enough to collect themselves, but not ling enough to start completely panicking.]
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So, once the meeting is adjurned, Flayn heads to the Cafe to get her fill of goodies from this new place. The amount of interesting and unusual snacks (Cake Pops? Brownies? Slices of unusual pound cakes? Sign her up) catches her attention for a while, and she sets aside one of everything sweet to try. But what really intrigues her are the apparent amount of drinks one can make behind the counter.
Uh oh.
That sure is a laminated booklet on how to assemble frappuccinos. That sure is Flayn looking at all the containers of add-ins and dumping a scoop of each into a blender. That sure is actually the correct amount of ice, simple syrup, and milk being added - however, the blender top has a hole in the middle where you're supposed to put a thingie in to tamp down the ingredients and get everything blended, and Flayn has not put that in place before turning the blender on.
Uh oh.
If you happen to be in the room when this frappuccino mistake happens, you're likely going to get splattered with cold, icy goo. There's loads of shit mixed in there: dried strawberries, macha powder, java chips, pretty much anything that can go into a Starbucks frappuccino, and it is now splattered on you and on Flayn and all over the back counter. If it's in your mouth, it's way too damn sweet and a cacoughany of flavors.
If you happen to enter the room after the mistake, you will see a very despondant Flayn doing her best to clean the mess up. Geez, how did some of this get so high onto the walls. She needs to stand on a chair to get it off.]
How in the world can that be so difficult? All the machine had to do was mix everything!
[Honey, I know you're trying, but a barista you are not.
Later in the evening, Flayn has set up a Yard Sard in the Jimmy Buffet. Anything in the Up For Grabs section of her inventory is there for the taking or trading. Flayn, however, is pouting into her bowl of lobster bisque. She's still pretty frustrated with her frappuccino mistake. Oh, for that to be one's only problem in the world.]
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investigation!
After that, he's spending the majority of the day hanging out in the laser tag area. He's found a vantage point and is sitting up there, so if you're unlucky enough to come in (with or without the equipment, he doesn't care) he will absolutely shoot you. He'll wave cheerfully afterwards and speak up.]
Care to play a round?
[...Now is absolutely the time for laser tag, shut up.
He spends the majority of the evening wandering the ship restlessly, but by nighttime, he's taken up residence in the cafe. He spends a little while making tea and trying to read, but he eventually gives up and decides to investigate instead. He will absolutely go through everything in this room because he is exactly that restless, but let's start with a general overview: is there anything here that stands out as being odd?]
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investigation!
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Later, she'll be in the library again, desperately looking through the military histories, and puts her head down.]
Nothing in here... of course, these would be too old.
[And at night, Sara hits up the buffet, because her room is getting crowded and it's time for a yard sard. Everything in Can Trade is open for the trading or just plain taking while she's eating her crab dip. Hey, it tastes better than the awful burgers she's been eating because nobody else will take them.]
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That aside, however, she'll make her way back up to the top deck again eventually; she's once again got the flute and a pile of goods for anyone to pick through. She's playing...something she heard on the TV, it seems? Either way, it seems like a suitable distraction for now, something to do to keep her hands and mind busy. ...That and she clearly just finds the song delightful.
Of course, nighttime brings with it a lack of anything to really dedicate herself to; she hasn't been swimming since what happened to Carmen, but...well, maybe it's time to start again. She can be found in the pool until fairly late at night, just letting herself drift and her gaze trained toward the stars.]
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cw: drugs in opening and last prompt
In the crafts room, she tries to keep her hands busy in another way. Maybe those patterns will be helpful...?
Except no, her cutting's off, and the cloth keeps getting stuck in the sewing machine. So, she eventually goes back to the art room (2) and goes back to drawing. This time it's...well. She's definitely drawing one person. Pretty well, actually, the outline of a young girl.
Outline, because she never gets too far into adding detail, before she takes a pen and stabs it through the girl's eyes.
Toward the end of the day, she's up on the top deck, by the pool. She's finishing off a joint, but it's offering none of the usual relief. She still has her phone, still looks at it with a bitter rage. One of her hands shakes.
One moment, she's lounging, breathing out smoke. The next? That phone's halfway across the deck, thrown. The screen's cracked. With a scream of frustration, Chloe storms over to it and begins to stomp, until it cracks, and cracks, and cracks. ]
Fuck this, fuck you, fuck her...!
[ ...Yeah. ]
art room....2!
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