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. ]

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[leaveittomother]

[Reika's been actively avoiding the minigolf area because, well, she doesn't want to know what that man thinks her life is like. She's pleasantly surprised to see it's just... a series of streets more or less. Some are from a Japanese city, with fluorescent signs on modern buildings. Some of the buildings belong to Victorian era London with plaster cobblestone and old fashioned lamp posts. The third area is a mix between the two: an old fashioned European style road with models of cars ready to make any shot difficult.

It's in this third section that there are two cut out figures. One is a young girl near the cars. Her back is turned to the street but Reika doesn't need to move around to know that this is her precious one.... her cuteness cannot be hidden.

The second is across the street sitting on a rooftop. While Reika didn't recognize it right away the cat-like woman's silhouette is too distinct for her not to remember. The woman is wielding a with an arrow in it--and it's pointed at the Jack figure. Needless to say while she'd rather look at this loving depiction of Jack she's focusing on the stranger more. She's... talking to it, probably.]

So this is a real Heroic Spirit...well, the image of one, anyway. I wonder who you were. Did you hate us? Did you hate her for being what she was or me for letting her?

[She stares for a while. She's not angry or even sad. Just... curious, honestly.]

I don't remember any famous women with cat ears.

[Oh, well. Reika will linger looking at the other cut out with pride before moving on.

Later, she'll be at the movie theater watching the The Lion King. She lingers with some popcorn and watches it again. She gets up and leaves during Mufasa's death, though. She won't look at you either until the scene is over.

Then it's back to the popcorn.

Even later she'll hang around the piano lounge once more. She doesn't play but just sort of zones out.]

That was the only lie I told her...