Unknown Seas Mods / NPCs (
bathymetric) wrote in
unknownseas2021-02-28 02:45 am
WEEK 6
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.

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[ 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. ]
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.

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[ 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. ]

me, wheezing as I try to avoid adventure 2 spoilers
[Lalli is quiet for a long time, considering his picture. It's all still recent, but what would be different about his world?]
If we hadn't been attacked by that ghost, Tuuri would still be alive. But if we hadn't been attacked, Reynir wouldn't have found a way to save all of those ghosts, and thousands of ghosts would still be suffering in the Silent World. And if we hadn't been attacked, I wouldn't have learned to communicate with everyone else because I would still be relying on Tuuri to translate for me. Onni wouldn't have been convinced to leave Keuruu and try to stop a monster who has been harassing him and I for years. And everyone else, they would have kept being reckless and probably would have ended up on the wrong side of a troll attack eventually.
...I know it's better for all of us to be where we are now, but I still wish Tuuri was alive. It does feel emptier, and I don't want to have to make up for her not being here. I'm not strong enough to be two people at once, especially not for Onni.
I MEAN I'M ALL CAUGHT UP but that's valid
[This feels like the kind of thing where Flayn would offer a hug, but. Lalli doesn't seem like the kind of person who necessarily wants hugs? It's hard, to know how to offer comfort.]
Well. I do not know her, but...I would like to think Tuuri would not want you to feel as if you had to be anything more than yourself. Yourself can be enough. [A pause.] Why could you not communicate with everyone else?
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But then she died, and I had to learn to talk to the others. Emil learned some Finnish, and I learned some Swedish, and that works out okay.
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I did have to relearn a lot of Fodlanese, but apparently I still speak rather...archaically. I can only imagine how hard it must have been for you, if no one else even knew your language. Do you think...do you think it is possible that, when you return home, you will stay as you are now? Able to understand everyone, I mean.
[Things Flayn picked up on includes: we're all understandable to each other somehow.]
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He looks at Flayn with wide eyes.]
Do you think it works like that?
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[It's probably some kind of magic, it's fine.]
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[He says this like it's the thing he has been looking forward to for his entire life.]
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Well, yes, I suppose you could. Among other things.
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We can keep talking too, without having to learn each other's languages.
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You could also come and visit Fodlan, if you wanted, and not worry about having to learn the language.
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[Please don't come to a zombie apocalypse world, Flayn.]
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[Lalli they're still working on stuff they gotta like. Make it so there's no need for places like Abyss and start phasing out the emphasis on the Crest System, it's gonna be rough for a good while.]
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...there's a lot of trolls, beasts, and giants in my world. Even in the safe areas, there's still the worry about an attack. It would give you nightmares.
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[Hm, but testing...! Testing sounds scary!]
For the test...it would not. It is not...very invasive, is it?
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[At least it's not a test of strength?]
They do it for newborns in my world, so it will be fine. ...but new nightmares still aren't fine.
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It is only a little blood? And...they dispose of it when the test is completed, yes? They do not...use it for anything else?
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[Not nearly enough for any magic ritual, though he doesn't say that part out loud.]
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...Admittedly, I do not know. But if they would simply dispose of it, then...I would happily consent to the test. So long as they do not ask for more blood afterwards.
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....maybe hide your ears that day, just to be sure.
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[Or a kerchief. Just this cute lil kerchief.]
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