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

[ahelpingpaw]

So it's not a line, right...

[Filbo stares at the map and its many Decus-related landmarks. Well those probably aren't going to tell him much...maybe. That incredibly cold-looking island up north looked out of place, maybe that's a good place to get started. The big island in the center is connected by quite the flimsy-looking bits of land. Perhaps...

Filbo points with the putt, making a line diving the map with a really wavy line crossing through where Altamira is located, splitting the map in two pieces with the right one being far larger than the left -- the icy chunk of land north and the mainland to the left of Altamira as one world, the rest as another]

I'm not sure how geology's supposed to work but these thin places seem kinda a strange way of connecting land, right? Maybe that wasn't there before.

[Way to give Meltokio and everything near it to Sylvarant, Filbo]

[thisaroma]

[ I mean, they'll take it. ]

Hm...

[ Nods thoughtfully... ]

That does kind of look like it makes sense, but nope. Here—

[ He walks a twisting path between the southeastern and middle continents, through the thin body of water between them, casually bypassing the flames of Palmacosta, and then cuts through below the mountain range near the border of the northeastern and middle continents. ]

So, all this over here to the East is Sylvarant, along with...

[ And he crosses ALL the way over to the other side of the map to a chunk in the northwest, which makes slightly more sense if you try to think of this as a globe. ]

This bit over here. And then everything else in between is Tethe'alla.

[ Something vaguely like this, when all is said and done. ]

[ahelpingpaw]

[It really is easier to picture with a globe, but at least Filbo seems to have enough spatial thinking to understand. He nods]

It's hard to judge scale from all this, but the worlds when separate sure seem so small...I see.

[Well, on the other hand Decus said Filbo's city had more people than the entire world he came from, so perhaps that was to be expected]

[thisaroma]

Like I told you, right? Even if it wasn't mostly forest and open plains and stuff, I don't know how well we'd have been able to fit more than a million people in Sylvarant.