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]

[It's been one day and Filbo still can't get the motive out of his head. It's like after the first motive -- the constant wondering of what could be, the question of 'would I really be able to kill?' and the evergreen reassurance to himself he'd never trade lives for anything the Captain was offering. Sure helps Filbo had conversations all these weeks about how Jack is completely untrustworthy, too.

But...the first motive was meant for his city and world in general. This one is completely personal. If he took action, it'd be purely personal and selfish. That he still hasn't just ignored the motive makes him feel pretty dang awful.

Filbo is done with minigolf, so he searches for once another thing to get busy with. That's what the arcade is for -- there he is, playing the Jurassic Park arcade game. The letter Sara wrote for him is on the second player seat, but he hasn't stared at it for a while, focused on the game. Still, there's an almost melancholic look on his face]

...almost done here...and then what?

[Because really, he seriously wants to stay busy so he can focus on something else instead of his own thoughts.

Afterwards, though, he's in the cafe eating cake pop after cake pop. When someone comes, he asks:]

Could you give me something to do? Anything. The longer it takes to finish, the better. I just need something to occupy my time and I kinda ran out of stuff to do, so if you got any ideas I'll welcome them.

cafe

[dokkalfheimr]

[Freyja sometimes comes into the cafe still - the Hyperion one has better food, but she hates it just on principle. So she's here with the intention of getting tea (she still does not know what a passionfruit is, but she knows she likes it in tea) and it's here that she finds Filbo.]

...Filbo. I've been worried about you; are you all right?

[ahelpingpaw]

...it's the first motive all over again for me.

[In other words: he's feeling the uncomfortable nagging of temptation]

This time I have even less of a reason because, you know, this time it's only for myself instead of for my city. But I still haven't gotten it out of my mind even though I know I wouldn't go through with something so horrible.

[He's relatively okay, at least. Painfully aware of how destructive it'd be to think too much about the motive Jack threw at them, but at least he could be much worse than he currently is]

[dokkalfheimr]

I understand. I'm... I admit I'm not feeling right leaving this one be. It feels wrong to not do it, if I have the opportunity, but it involves trusting Jack to an extent that I don't think I can reach.

[There's no way Jack will let her have what she's seen, if she goes after it.]

Your image that you received - did it have to do with what we talked about?

[About being mayor, about the city prospering, about everyone being friends with him.]

[ahelpingpaw]

That's exactly it. I guess Jack is offering for things to be just...like I remember them before I got here. It's not even anything unrealistic, it simply is an offer to return me to normality.

[Filbo just devours a cakepop at that]

I guess he heard us talk.

[dokkalfheimr]

I'm so sorry.

[Both for the image, and for having possibly contributed to it.]

I admit that I'm glad, however, to know that you aren't truly considering going through with it; honestly, I've always found that admirable about you.

[ahelpingpaw]

Maybe, but...honestly it kinda worries me I can't just shake it off my head immediately like I should. This sorta thing is a slippery slope, isn't it? You start thinking about it, then it takes a grip on you and before you know it you're entertaining the thought more seriously.

[Really, everybody can be pushed to murder if the circumstances are the right ones. Filbo is no exception!

But he does seem to think it's likelier than it actually is, goodness, can you imagine how thoroughly you have to break this grumpus before he sees murdering even one person as a thing he should do. The fact he's worried in the first place is a good sign of sanity, really]

[dokkalfheimr]

Perhaps so, but there's a strength in being able to refuse those sorts of thoughts, even when they're overwhelming. It's something I've had difficulty with here, certainly, but you've always seemed to have a firm grasp on the notion that acting would be wrong, under any circumstances.

[Sure, maybe someday he'll snap like a twig, but she has faith in him, honestly]

I also admit that I have difficulty seeing you lying to all of us at the trial and trying to get all of us killed...

[ahelpingpaw]

[He actually laughs when the comment about having difficulty lying to try to get everyone killed comes, but it's a laugh of appreciation. Lying extensively to keep a secret and for a good reason? With difficulty but he'd manage, he has done it before after some rehearsal and careful planning. Lying to condemn a bunch of people to death? Yeah, no, that won't work]

That's true, I don't think I have the cold blood to do that! Besides, I, uh...I kinda am attached to you all already. No surprise there, right?

[Really, the later in the game the less likely he would, hah]

cafe

[scythegun]

[Hey, Filbo— Oh, you seem to be having something of a time today.]

Ja, I think I've got something! Come with me!

[And with that he's going to... grab a cake pop and then turn to leave! No, he is not clarifying what we're going to do.]

[ahelpingpaw]

W-Wait, where are you...oh, darn it.

[Well! Nothing to do but follow. He did ask for stuff to do, he shouldn't complain somebody immediately had an idea and told him to come along. May as well go, yup]

[scythegun]

[Off we go! Back to Yeager's and Zaveid's room. Give him a moment to go fish something out of his pile of stuff...]

Help me put these together!

[oh no, it's the ikea nightstand........ x2.]

I'm sure this will take quite a bit of time to figure out, ja? So let's work on them together!

[And off we go, let's head on over to the party zone, that's probably a good place to assemble these things!!]

[ahelpingpaw]

The things I dunno how to even pronounce. Na-something.

[He sure has an unassembled one in his room, stashed away with the rest of the junk. Hmmmm...well it certainly is something he hasn't tried yet, this is worth a try. Filbo tags along, actually looking a little excited]

That'll do. I didn't think you'd suggest a handiwork project!

[scythegun]

Truthfully, I'm not very good at such things... But it will serve as an excellent distraction, ja?

[Something to do all day and someone to do it with, and sometimes that's all you need.]

Any work that needed to be done around the manor I always had my employees handle... or I paid someone to do it, which was usually the better option.

[Surprisingly, assassins are not great at repair work!! Who would have guessed.

Anyway, here we are, and Yeager will waste no time in taking a seat on the floor and getting to work unpacking one of these!!]

Let's see if we can figure it out together!

[ahelpingpaw]

Let's take a look. The instructions should be...uh, the instructions...

[These are a lot of pieces and screws, but no instructions at all. Filbo grabs the biggest piece he can find, a little miffed]

Are we supposed to improvise? Did that machine seriously take out the instructions to make this difficult?

[Wow, this has turned into a puzzle, pretty much, hah]

[scythegun]

That's what I think! We're supposed to figure out how it all fits together on our own! It can't be that difficult, ja?

[............i'm so sorry you're working with this, filbo.]

[ahelpingpaw]

...this is gonna take a while...

[A looooong while, but hey, he did ask for something that would keep him busy for long. His wish has been granted, be careful what you wish for]

W-Well, as long as there's a result that won't fall apart in five minutes it doesn't matter how we get there. Let's go.

[He does seem to be grabbing things with a little more certainty than he usually has. Never let it be said Filbo Fiddlepie backs down from anything he gets started]

cafe

[magycks]

[ Magica has come in here, once again, to patronize the coffee brand definitely known as Starducks! And while there's a 50-50 chance she's going to respond to a question like this with "blood oath", this time the coin lands on tails instead of heads, and she says: ]

You want to throw some figurines of the Captain at a wall?

[ahelpingpaw]

You got some? I mean, if you do I'm not gonna say no, let's do it.

[He says that, but inside he's really surprised this was what she brought up. Still, hey, he asked, she delivered, he can't complain]

[magycks]

I've made some.

[ She's made, like, 30. It is unhinged behavior at best! ]

He wants to fiddle around with voodoo dolls? Two can play at that game. [ ... ] Well, three, if you count Decus.

[ahelpingpaw]

This better not count as a murder attempt from us against the Captain. I dunno about you, but I sure don't wanna, you know, die.

[...still...if they counted, then Jack probably would have already mangled Magica for trying to kill him. It probably doesn't]

[magycks]

Relax, without magic they're glorified action figures. But clay, so! Breakable.

[ahelpingpaw]

The seance worked despite the lack of magic.

[Just saying! Stiiiiiiill...]

...fine. I'm not gonna say no. I asked for something to do, you suggested something...at least I shouldn't just--dismiss it. Better this than eating another dozen cake pops.

[And it's not a pact of blood, so what reason does he have to say no, really]

[magycks]

The seance worked because someone was already looking for us. Which is not to decry my currently dampened powers or obvious skill in setting up our overture to you-know-who, which was perfect, but Jack's expecting a personal magic attack. He'll have barriers set up for that sort of thing.

Also, I'm not trying to hurt him. I just want to ruin his stupid, hideous casino.

[ahelpingpaw]

That's gonna be fine. I know that from...experience already.

[Ruining a place is fair game on this ship]

Nobody's gonna miss that casino anyway.