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

[scythegun]

Yuri Lowell is responsible for killing at least two rather important men, though I suspect another one was by his hand as well. While Zagi may be a skilled fighter, Yuri does have a group of friends who will likely back him up, should they clash again.

[Yep. Terca Lumireis is made up of fighty bastards who enjoy throwing down all the time. You can't even blame the monsters for this, we're almost all just Like This.]

But with that said, he is the sort who only kills those who are truly awful - and the three he did kill were some of the worst.

[ahelpingpaw]

So a vigilante, I see.

[Between the monsters, the really horrible people who apparently were doing whatever they wanted until these vigilantes came by and dealt with them, and the loss of limbs and what not, Terca Lumireis has turned out to be reaaaaally dangerous, hah. Amazing]

Yeager, your world really sounds like it's not great if you want to have a long lifespan. It's not like I was planning to go because I had already heard enough warnings last time, but this just confirms staying away is for the best.

[scythegun]

Oh, trust me, I would never want to inflict Terca Lumireis on you. It's home, but that doesn't mean it's a good place by any stretch of the imagination!

[Most people sound like they come from relatively stable worlds, even if they aren't peaceful. Terca Lumireis is on the brink of disaster the day we dig up the last blastia, if not before then. Barriers can fail, blastia can run out of control, and without them, we're totally screwed.

Also there may or may not be some jrpg final boss bullshit on the horizon that happened like twenty minutes after Yeager was yanked here, but don't worry about that.]

[ahelpingpaw]

Home is home, anyway!

[Oh well. Filbo decides to take a good look at the far end of his course, wondering if this was so detailed they had also recreated his sashes hanging from the clothesline behind his cabin, and finally steps on his course. Doesn't take more than three steps for him to notice something's up]

...ah. I guess I should have expected this.

[He sees the small holes he left while passing by. Probably would get patched by the time someone else came to give a try to the course, but right now a few loose google eyes sure got stuck to him dragged out along with the fake grass and spread where he was walking. At least Filbo's taking it with the kind of attitude that just says 'it's Jack of course it wasn't going to be a nice thing he made to bring nostalgia']

[scythegun]

[..........uhhhh.]

That's... a little odd. [that's an understatement!!] I'm guessing this is a reference to the bugsnax?

[ahelpingpaw]

Probably. They do sprout from the ground all fully formed.

[Filbo sighs]

I just wish Jack would leave me alone about them already. It kinda feels like that's all he has to use against me, and that's just getting old at this point. I get it was not a great time? But I'm starting to feel like that's his way of trying to...I dunno, break me?

[And he'd have succeeded with them if it hadn't been for a few really fortunate things that have happened throughout this game, let me tell you that. Oh the things I could have done and for one reason or another they were all avoided, haha]

[scythegun]

[sometimes character development goes more turbo than you ever would have expected...]

I suspect that's the point, ja. He does seem to think he knows a lot about us and what exactly will get us to break. Each time we don't is a victory, I'd say!

[ahelpingpaw]

[Boy is that ever true, haha! I can't wait to talk about the things I had planned for breaking poor Filbo with once the game is over]

I'll take what I can get when it's about a victory over him!

[Filbo gets off the course, sweeping the googly eyes away]

I wonder if maybe he was the one who went around placing these eyes on the buffet food a week and half ago. He'd do that sorta thing.

[He never suspected Magica was the one to do it, hah!]

[scythegun]

Someone did that? That does seem like the sort of childish prank he'd find funny...

[There it goes, sailing right over our heads... Magica is free of suspicion.......]

Well, he'll likely get bored of it eventually and knock it off, so at least there's that!

[ahelpingpaw]

I freaked out quite a bit back then! I spent a good ten minutes doing everything I could to evaluate if it was just some stupid prank or not. [Filbo laughs] I guess that if he was reduced to placing eyes randomly on things to scare one single person, he has no idea what else to do.

[Things to be saying one day before the motive, way to go, Filbo, you may be jinxing it so hard]

[scythegun]

Given that he did resort to starvation as a motive, it seems he's finally out of ideas. That's the oldest trick in the book, ja? I'd think a man like him would want to be more creative!

[just watch, this conversation's going to be real funny tomorrow. good job, boys!!!]