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

[guffawsungraciously]

[



oh shit he needs to try that]

Nor will I. I was happy to see more options from the first one, truly.

Though I do have to wonder how many there could be left...

[cethflayn]

[Do it, nerd]

How many floors, you mean? Hm...well...we ought to reach the last of them eventually. A ship can only be so big.

[guffawsungraciously]

Indeed, though this is vessel certainly already far larger than any ship I am familiar with, so I wonder how big it could actually be.

[...it's rude to get up in the middle of a conversation....]

[cethflayn]

[I mean if he wants to excuse himself it's fine?]

Perhaps there will come a time where the Captain tires of revealing bits and pieces every week, and simply allows us the whole run of it.

[guffawsungraciously]

Or he will run out of places to lock off from us, which is perhaps more likely. I suppose we will see which proves true first.

...

Also, please excuse me for a moment.

[it's a good enough break in the conversation to FUCKIN GO FOR IT]

[cethflayn]

This is true - oh! Of course.

[She'll just sit and wait and continue dunking apple pie into her milkshake. Step up ya game french fry dunkers.]

[guffawsungraciously]

[okay he's gonna pick up one of those hot apple pies and heads back over to his chair, proceeding to dip the apple pie into the milkshake and take a bite.

...

hooooly shit.]

Oh. Oh, this is good.

[cethflayn]

[What is he - oh! Oh now they match!]

It is incredible, is it not? The contrast between the hot hand pies and the cold milkshake are perfect - and the flavors work so well together!

[guffawsungraciously]

They absolutely do. I do think I have had apple dumplings with milk at some point, so this evokes that to a certain extent... but it is actually vastly superior.

[cethflayn]

Then I am so glad I was able to help you make this discovery!

[If Jasper dies this weekend Flayn is going to be very sad because they've just had this incredible bonding moment.]

[guffawsungraciously]

I suppose I should expect nothing less from a saint.

[it's definitely very joking, but you know.]

[cethflayn]

[Just sort of shyly giggles, ducking her head.]

Oh, come now, that has nothing to do with sweet treats.

[guffawsungraciously]

There is no reason that has to be the case, though. Perhaps you can start a new trend.

[cethflayn]

That would be rather enticing...

[Saint Cethleann, patron saint of love and apple pies dunked in milkshakes.]

[guffawsungraciously]

What else is sainthood for, if not such things?

[cethflayn]

Well, I could give you a serious answer, but that would not be as entertaining.

[guffawsungraciously]

No, it certainly would not. Some perks really should come with the position.