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unknownseas2021-02-07 02:25 am
bathymetric) wrote in unknownseas2021-02-07 02:25 am
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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. ]
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Just some bitch the Captain thought it'd be fun to remind me of.
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[Constantine gets a little closer, leaning against one of the chairs. He'd offer to teach her some hex sigils, but...uh, magic always has its price, and he'd not wish that upon Chloe.]
Or just the kind of bitch who you hate on sight?
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[ She stabs at the paper again. ]
She's an ex-friend who left me high and dry, alright?
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[In fact, almost all of his friends either end up dying or stabbing him in the back, so….]
The Captain’s just tryin’ to get on your nerves. S’just gonna make you more mad to look at…that. [He gestures towards the picture.]
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[ She snaps this a little, as she's scribbling, childishly, on the failed portrait. ]
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[Constantine orients his chair around so that his legs are straddling either side of the seat. He leans forward, propping his arms up on the back of the chair and resting his chin against his hand.]
...Hey. If you want to burn it, I still got a few matches in me pocket.
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I'm always pissed. [ After a moment, she leans back in her chair. For the record she is absolutely sitting in it backwards, because she's gay. ] ...I don't wanna burn it. That shit smells nasty. I'll just... I'd rather stab it.
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[gay 🤝 bi solidarity: sitting in chairs weirdly]
Y'know, if I didn't know any better, I could teach you a thing or two 'bout hexing people. But it's never really worth it in the end--and, besides, we hardly have the materials for it.
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cw: allusion to parental abuse
It's tempting to do it. Makes you feel powerful, that you're actually the one in control instead of the other way around. S'what drew me to magic in the first place, anyways.
[He was young. His father held utmost power over him and his sister, ruled the house with an iron fist. He wanted out.
Magic provided that door.]
But with magic, the price is always higher than the prize. None of that Harry Potter bullshit of castin' a spell and just expecting it to happen. Something gets taken from you. Sometimes, it's a bit of your soul. Other times, it's someone close to you. And other times, nothing happens and then twenty years later it comes 'round to bite you in the arse, anyways.
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[ Ahhh, there she is. Bitter as hell. ]
Nothing's ever actually on your side. It's just waiting to fuck you over one more time.
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[He echoes her words, smirking.]
But I've made do. I decided a long time ago that if the world wouldn't play fair, then I wouldn't play fair, either.
Maybe that's somethin' you should consider, too.
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I'll just...fuck over whoever I can on the way out.