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

[magycks]

[ Well, at least one of the minigolf holes is just a regular degular castle! From one angle. You know, the single angle where you can't see the face underneath all the towers and turrets?

Yes, there are blacklights lighting this thing from within, yes, you do have to elegantly putt the golf ball into the back of the castle's throat, and yes, there are little shadow cutouts sticking out of the ground that you have to navigate around. Magica, who this whole setup is honestly kind of the perfect size for, wrings her hands together in irritation as she looks at the tiny silhouettes in one extremely tall window. She scowls. ]

Ohhh, he's good.

[ The playplace is another matter, and gets none of the grudging respect. She comes to a halt so sudden that it takes a second for her billowing cloak to get the memo and stares at the ball pit with a venom that looks lived-in, like she's had time to get resigned to the object of her loathing and hate it all the more for its banality. ]

Nope.

[ And she turns on her webbed heel and immediately walks past or, more likely, directly into your character in her haste to get out. ]

playplace

[queceracera]

[Wow, you've run into Scott's knees.]

Oh, hey! I was looking for you.

[He also has a gift bag! It's very beautiful.]

[magycks]

[ She sure has, and she's honestly so offended to have done so! How dare he stand in her way? Or just, like, stand in general? ]

Great, you've found me. [ ... ] Why?

[queceracera]

I have a present for you, obviously.

[He's holding out the bag. Because Scott is just Like This, he seems very excited about this. Come on, Magica. Take the bag. You know you want to.]

[magycks]

[ There are ten uninterrupted seconds of her suspiciously eyeing the gift bag, Scott, and the gift bag again. ]

Should I be listening for a ticking noise?

[queceracera]

Please, do I look smart enough to build a bomb?

[Truly, he is not.]

[magycks]

Point... but you do look stupid enough to receive an active bomb from the vending machine and spend time wrapping it, and that's not a no.

[queceracera]

No, that's not rule of funny enough. I would run around like a crazy person for three minutes, repeatedly run into both Flayn and Freyja, make a witty quip about how some days you just can't rid of a bomb, then dispose of it in the nick of time while managing to shield myself behind some heavy iron pipes.

[You know, as one does.]

[magycks]

You're self aware at the most inconvenient of times, you know that? But fine, give it here, at least a sudden detonation would be brief and agonizing.

[ She is absolutely going to already be reaching to take the giftbag before her sentence is over. ]

[queceracera]

[His self awareness also runs on rule of funny, Magica. Anyway he hands the bag over without any fuss. There you go, Magica. Enjoy ur gift.]

I think you're a horrible goose in duck shape, but I don't dislike you enough to give you a bomb.

[magycks]

Wow, thanks. [ She maintains as much eye contact as possible whilst straight up shredding the gift bag with her bare hands. ] And I guarantee you wouldn't know a duck from a goose, we're basically...

[magycks]

[ Ah, there he is. Charlie Pants. What a clown. ]

[magycks]

... Yep, that's about what I expected.

[queceracera]

I'm from Canada, I know what a goose is. [That's what he's choosing to focus on here, but also:] Now you can do all your little voodoos on the horrible clown doll.

Minigolf

[ahelpingpaw]

Oh, so this is one of the hous--one of the lairs in the shape of your likeness!

[Filbo has been exploring the courses, just gallivanting around finding out the kind of stuff everyone has in their worlds. Of course the turn for Magica's had to come at some point.

What he was expecting, he doesn't know, but this probably wasn't it]

...it actually looks...better than I expected. More ominous, less... [Goofy] ...complex than how it had sounded in concept. Great?

[magycks]

— Of course it's better than you expected!

[ Wait, that's insulting herself...

Instead of clarifying this point any further, she chooses to move onward. ]

I mean, this is obviously a pale imitation of the genuine article, but they've technically got the structure down. Why, what were you picturing?

[ahelpingpaw]

Something a little harder to hold in one place? Rounder, less...with stuff right on top? I dunno, I figured everything was being held together with dark magic and spite instead of architectural skill. I really got that part wrong.

[Instead it does look like it has architectural skill -- but also probably does have a lot of dark magic and spite imbued into this, goodness gracious]

[magycks]

Oh, the original is positively redolent with dark magic -- you'd be surprised how much you can get done with telekinesis and some primal rage.

[ Or primal rage and a hollowed out tree in a swamp! Not gonna mention that one! ]

I just also don't do anything by half measures.

[ahelpingpaw]

That's how things should be done, anyway!

[Not doing anything by half measures is definitely something Filbo sympathizes with -- that's his philosophy too, pretty much.

He walks around, looking at it from every angle. He...has to admit, it really is quite the eyecatching piece of architecture]

Is this close to any cities or...something? Because there's no way this goes unnoticed and you don't seem like the kinda person that'd want to go unnoticed anyway.

[magycks]

[ god, yet another question i may be able to extrapolate an actual answer to when the life and crimes of scrooge mcduck airs....... but not today! ]

Huh. Got it in one, actually — you people might know me too well.

[ She goes into Catherine Tate Dark Lecture Voice, resonant and low, and waves one hand at the castle to illustrate it. ]

A proper lair isn't just a building: it's a declaration of power and malign intent to the world at large, or it should be. This was a warning to idiot locals who might otherwise choose to pick up some torches, and an open challenge to anyone who'd dare cross me regardless.

[ Whether or not this description lands with Filbo, she sighs and starts talking normally again. ]

Even Grumpuses have that dark house on a hill that everyone says is haunted, right? It's just that, but real.

[ahelpingpaw]

Obviously we do, those probably exist everywhere, I'm sure.

[Scary stories and hauntings are always based on truth on some extent! And here's Magica who can fuel a good couple dozen of them and make them true. Wow]

...wow. When you put it like that it does sound kinda cool! But...would anyone really dare to cross you? I mean, you have made no secret you're... [Intimidating] ...not really somebody to mess with.

[Perhaps it's because Filbo's so honest he also takes things at face value, and since Magica is saying she's this big mean duck who really can do dark magic, then that's what she is to him. Also helps the seance worked, much to his surprise and also chagrin because he'll die on the 'that was a very bad idea and it's a miracle we didn't all die' hill]

[magycks]

You'd be surprised how many people you need to correct about that, actually.

[ Would he, though? Doesn't matter, she's pleased enough to have been prompted into a monologue to just kind of go with it! ]

Power always comes with its share of adversities and adversaries, Fiddlepie. And, more importantly, with nemeses.

[ahelpingpaw]

I guess you're not wrong. What kind of...nemeses? Other witches or wizards or...something? With a lot of magic too?

[Maybe it's a world of magical ducks!]

[magycks]

Ugh, don't remind me. No, it's usually those who despise magic... on principle or because it killed their entire family, whichever.

[ahelpingpaw]

Oh, like witch hunts! That's...surprisingly archaic. You don't come from the old times some of the people here do, right?