WEEK 6

[bathymetric]

Good morning, passengers. Happy Sunday. Happy New Year.

Three more of your number gone - or four, depending on your point of view. But regardless, you're down three bodies. The boat is getting less crowded, week by week. A loneliness only exacerbated by yet another new floor, and yet another section of topdeck. There are almost too many facilities for you to use by now, aren't there? And yet the amenities keep on coming. One of them is even personalized, this time, and perhaps not in a way you're fully comfortable with.

Who knows, maybe if your number falls enough, you'll be able to just exist permanently on the different floors. Might keep you out of the trial room for more than a week.

Are you at the point where you'd settle for that yet?

And if you look to the horizon, out in the distance... there are clouds starting to gather on the horizon this week.




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[ ooc: Welcome to week 6, everyone! Remember to turn in 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

[jibunwo]

That doesn't make any sense. Did we not actually repeat this time?

[guffawsungraciously]

The fact that time repeats does not necessarily mean that nothing will be different on another loop, though. Our dead remain dead, and we retain possessions we obtained from the vending machine and such.

I have been wondering if there is some sort of ritual element to this whole endeavor, and perhaps the oncoming storm is a part of it.

[jibunwo]

As have I, but if that's the case I'd call this a worrying omen. Summoning a storm could be the least of our problems at this rate.

[guffawsungraciously]

Indeed it is. Though, I have to wonder if it is a worrying omen for us, necessarily...

...

Then again, we are on the ship, so probably.

[jibunwo]

Jack doesn't strike me as a man who knows how to sail in anything but a straight line.

[guffawsungraciously]

And I somehow doubt that Davy Jones will welcome us aboard as guests without us managing to come across his heart.

[jibunwo]

Right. So if this does turn out to be a troubling storm, we may need to bring this to an end before we head directly into it.

[guffawsungraciously]

Perhaps the thing we need to turn this all around will be on this floor... but I somehow doubt it. That feels a touch too convenient.