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. ]

Comments

[cethflayn]

[I mean. He did just get covered in a mistake, Flayn's not like. A prude. Or stupid. She'll let him do his thing while she starts attempting to mop up some of this.]

How could the process be so troublesome? The directions are written plainly, I followed them...food is not this complicated!

[silentscout]

[Oh good, no freakouts over it will keep Lalli calm too. He'll change pants later though, He at least isn't going to yank those off because they're dirty.]

You need a lid on the blender.

[cethflayn]

[Thank fuck, that might have gotten a reaction.]

I did put the lid-

[Hold on, she's just going to go look at the lid.]

...It has a big hole in it.

[The lid is actually built with a hole in the top. She searches...finds the pusher-down wand thing. And the blender instructions pictured on the wall. That were totally there before.]

Who - who would think that these go together? Who would use their brain and think that!

[silentscout]

Did the guidebook say anything about it?

[He doesn't know, but he's figuring she would have read that.]

[cethflayn]

I do not think so!

[Gonna double check it - nope, it just lists the ingredients for each frapuccino in the amounts needed to make certain sizes. Flayn pouts!]

No, it did not.

[silentscout]

Then the directions are inaccurate and should be changed.

[He sounds annoyed on her behalf now.]

[cethflayn]

Even if that is so...part of me is not surprised. I can never cook things correctly.

[silentscout]

Why not?

[Lalli you can't just ask someone why they can't cook.]

[cethflayn]

That I do not know, and it is not for a lack of trying.

[It's honestly fine.]

[silentscout]

Mmm. Let other people cook for you then.

[The easiest solution, and the one Lalli often takes.]

[cethflayn]

That is what usually happens. It would be my turn to help cook at home sometimes, though, and it was unavoidable.

[The act of cooking, she means. The results of her cooking were very easily avoided by everyone.]

[silentscout]

Trade duties. I did extra scouting to avoid cooking. Someone here might cook if you clean.

[cethflayn]

If that was how things ended up, I think I might try to do that here.

[It might not work in Garreg Mach, but then again maybe it would? Her cooking is infamously bad.]

But to be honest, I do want to improve. My mother was a fantastic cook. It would bring me great joy to follow in her footsteps however I could.

[silentscout]

[This. This gets him to stop. Because it resonates with him in a way he didn't expect.]

...You could practice more here, maybe. Plenty of time.

[If he sounds a bit distant, it's because his mind is off wandering through memories of a time that has long since passed, where a young boy followed after his grandmother and eagerly soaked up everything she had to teach.]

[cethflayn]

I shall, if time proves to provide us with a kitchen.

[Lalli, don't. Don't eat anything she makes. It won't kill you but it will be horrible.]

[silentscout]

[He's eaten squirrel before, it's fine.]

Mhmm. If we get a kitchen.

[cethflayn]

[No Lalli, squirrel can be edible, Flayn's food has only ever been enjoyed by a man who cannot taste]

...

[Give her a second.]

I am going to be sure to ask for supervision if I make use of it. There will likely be mechanisms I do not understand inside of it. Like the "blender".

[silentscout]

We might need someone else to supervise. I don't know how to cook.

[cethflayn]

Who do you think would be best suited to help us?

[silentscout]

[Considering...]

...Sara?

[cethflayn]

Oh, yes, Sara seems to know much about the technologies.

[silentscout]

Let's ask her, then.

[On next week's mingle lmao]

[cethflayn]

It shall be done.