WEEK 3

[bathymetric]

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. ]

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cafe

[paucipan]

[Plumeria's definitely been...well, less on edge than last week's motive, but the strangely foreboding gap in her memory doesn't bode well. Especially considering that everyone else had a pretty bad reaction to all of this. But...

Even so, Plumeria comes into the cafe hoping to swipe some tea, only to see Lady Freyja staring at her device. Her brow furrows briefly, but...Plumeria steps inside, offering Lady Freyja a bow.]

Lady Freyja, is everything alright?

[dokkalfheimr]

[Oh, Plumeria, hello - mild confusion aside, she actually does seem much better off than she did last week.]

Yes, of course - I was just considering what the Captain put forth. It's a poor attempt to trouble me, that's all.

Are you all right, after all of that?

[paucipan]

[That's good to see, at least. Plumeria nods her head at Lady Freyja's assertion--she definitely looks better than last week to say the least, and it pleases her.]

That is good to hear.

[Of course, Plumeria's rather pleased expression falters in the face of that question--she's going to move to go and see if she can make some tea, but...]

...I am, yes. More simply...confused, than anything. I'm really not looking forward to the end of this week, but I am alright, at least.

[dokkalfheimr]

[Hm...]

If you need help with recalling what it is you may have lost, perhaps we could discuss it...? I do remember quite a long time back, after all.

[paucipan]

[Mm...]

...That's kind of the thing. I...don't actually know if it's something I'm going to want to recall? It honestly seems pretty impossible, but...

[...You know what, to hell with it--Plumeria is going to properly walk over so she can get her tea, but she will give Lady Freyja her device to look over. It's opened up right to the image she received.]

That...couldn't have happened, right?

[dokkalfheimr]

[She looks at it for a moment, quietly; Plumeria may not remember it, but Freyja certainly does.

For a moment she doesn't know what to say. But eventually...]

...You were right in thinking that it's something you don't want to recall.

[paucipan]

...I appreciate the confirmation.

[That is so tiredly said, with a sigh that's pretty unbefitting--Plumeria pauses after that, straightening up and clearing her throat.]

...Forgive me, Lady Freyja, and my apologies for speaking out of turn. I truly do appreciate it--not knowing either way would have likely been far more stressful.

[At this point, Plumeria doesn't know how true that much actually is, but she's at least inclined to believe it somewhat.]

[dokkalfheimr]

...You have nothing to apologize for. It seems only right that you have at least that much confirmed for you, so you don't have to wonder.

[...]

You didn't remain in that state indefinitely. You know I wouldn't have allowed such a thing.

[paucipan]

I know you would have never allowed it, Lady Freyja.

[Plumeria knows that very well, and says that much firmly, yet with confidence. She knows that very well.]

...It is as you said once before, isn't it? What happened before...it doesn't matter. I'm an Álfar. I'm better than anything that image could imply.

[That conversation they had, when she broke her wing--there's still bits missing from it, certainly having to do with this. But Plumeria at least remembers the end of that with confidence.]

[dokkalfheimr]

Of course you are. What matters is that you know that much, and that you'll be with me forever.

[The words seem sincere, even if they aren't the most comfortable to say for several reasons.]

Don't let what he may have taken get to you. You've come so far past that that it no longer matters.

[paucipan]

[If those words are uncomfortable, Plumeria doesn't really seem to notice. Not over her own discomfort that she's doing her best to hide; but Lady Freyja is right. She has always been right, and that will never change.]

Of course, Lady Freyja. My place has always been at your side, and that will never change. I swear.

[Briefly, she's reminded of that fight she had with Constantine, and this is all the more proof that he was full of shit.]

...Thank you, Lady Freyja, for all you have done. It means the world and more to me, to be able to serve you dutifully.