WEEK 7

[bathymetric]

Good morning, passengers. Happy Sunday. Happy New Year.

Another week, another three gone in the case alone, not to mention Chloe earlier in the week. Even as you gain access to another floor, the ship by now must be starting to feel more empty than ever. It's been a long time by now, approaching two months.

Where do you think you'll be, in two months more time?

The clouds have begun to gather around the ship, this week.



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[ ooc: Welcome to week 7, 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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[cethflayn]

[Today, Flayn is up early. She knows it will all be reset again, come the end of the week, but regardless of that, she heads to the garden as the sun rises today. Flayn carries Emily with her in one arm and a stack of plastic cups in the other, Jimmy Bear in her pocket and her staff holstered on her back. She sets the cups out in the gazebo in a circle, evenly spaced, and sets Emily down by one of them in particular, telling her to "watch over this for me, please" while Jimmy Bear goes with Flayn to pick flowers:

Red royal katty for Carmen. Daffodils for Shard. Larkspur for Adeline. White bishop's lace for Allenby. Snapdragons for Sylvando. Sweet peas for Alice. Yarrow for Albedo. Gillyflower for Sara, which Emily watches over. Baby's breath for Lorna. Amaryllis for Chloe. Cornflowers for Decus. Plumerias for Plumeria. Gladiolus for Freyja. These she sets out in the cups, then puts Jimmy Bear next to Emily so she can step into the center, kneel, and pray, hands clasped around her staff.]

Oh, Goddess, hear my prayer - Grandmother, wherever you are, protect these souls whom we have lost. Let the Blue Sea Star shine through the darkest night, and guide them to your kingdom for shelter and peace. Allow them safe passage through the waters of worlds beyond...

[She goes on like that for a little while, quietly, asking for guidance and for those she loves back home to know, even if for a moment, some sort of reassurance of Flayn's own fate. She doesn't know if Sothis can hear her. She never thought to ask if Byleth could hear the prayers of the people, now that the Goddess lived within her. But she would like to think the message might get through, somehow. To someone.

With her prayers spoken, Flayn feels more comfortable venturing into the new portions of the ship that have been revealed to them. The kitchen is definitely something she's interested in, though she seems a bit hesitant to actually start cooking anything. While it is true Filbo promised to try her cooking...what if something terrible happened? What if it made him ill? She is not unaware of her status as a poor cook. So, instead of jumping right in as she might have done in earlier weeks, Flayn hesitantly checks out the ingredients instead, brow furrowed, as Emily sits on one of the counters and watches.

Oh, but you know what's actually the best thing ever? The aquarium. Flayn steps foot inside of it and you can just sense the euphoria at being surrounded by so many different fish. She has to run to the library and haul up a big picture book encyclopedia to start naming each and every creature she sees, telling Emily and Jimmy Bear their names.]

- And it says here that this is a clownfish, this orange one! And then this one is...a triggerfish? Oh, and that one there is a sea horse! I know it does not have fish in its name, but it is in fact a fish!

[Jimmy Bear has accepted that this is his life, as a malformed teddy in his maker's pocket. Emily is calmly intrigued, and we cannot discern the emotions of the teddy specifically made for Emily. What about you, though?]

Kitchen

[ahelpingpaw]

[Perhaps someday Filbo Fiddlepie will back down on something he said he'd do, but this here doesn't seem to be one of them. When he came in to explore and found Flayn staring at ingredients, one thing came to mind right away:]

Oh, good! Looks like I'll get to try your food after all!

[cethflayn]

[FILBO.........]

Ah - er - yes! Yes, you will! I...w-what might you like to try? I can...see if something can be whipped up now?

[Oh no oh no oh no]

[ahelpingpaw]

Well, that depends. What recipes do you know? Other than tea.

[He looks like he's looking forward to it, hah]

[cethflayn]

[OOOOOOH NOOOOOOOOO]

...I...can make a soup.

[Soup's not hard, right? It's just like. Stuff in a broth.]

Ah, you know what, Filbo? You ought to watch me cook so you can experience the meal fully! [And maybe keep her focused and not crazy-enthusiastically throwing everything into a pot]

[ahelpingpaw]

Of course! That'd be a good idea. Soup's not really too difficult, this should all be smooth sailing.

[Thank goodness for Filbo knowing enough cooking to survive on his own without getting food poisoning. Such is the competent adult life]

[cethflayn]

[Goodness, with Filbo here Flayn might make something potable! She looks visibly relieved when he agrees.]

Oh, wonderful! Then let us begin at once! I saw "chicken stock" in boxes on one of the shelves, so I think it should work well for a broth!

[ahelpingpaw]

Good start. Any good soup needs a good base, that'll do.

[Filbo looks like he approves, yup. In the meantime he took out a pot because hey, even if he's the one Flayn's cooking for, that doesn't mean he should be just staring at her all the time, may as well nudge things along so they go easier for her]

[cethflayn]

[Oh bless him, may the Goddess hold Filbo Fiddlepie in the highest regard

Flayn goes over to get the box with the cap labeled "chicken stock", and looks at it curiously. This really had amazed her, that you could have the broth ready for you instead of, you know, doing it the long way and breaking down/boiling a chicken. She'll put that on the counter and then go back for vegetables.]

A good soup should have...carrots, and potatoes, and something green maybe? And onions? Turnips...ah, wait, no, I should not just pick things at random...[Raising her voice a bit,] Filbo, do you have vegetables that are particularly your favorites?

aquarium

[scouserer]

[Constantine's currently inspecting a display of jellies, which slowly bob across the length of the tank. Not really doing anything, just...watching them and thinking. An uncharacteristic expression of calm can be seen upon his face.

He hears Flayn speaking to someone, and his ears perk up. As he looks, he sees the toys--Emily (if she can even be called a toy) and...that bear Flayn made. A small smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth.]

Blimey, you weren't kidding when you said you liked fish.

[He turns to walk towards her, squinting at the sea horse display. A few of them have their tails wrapped around the sea grass scattered throughout the tank.]

If you were going to be a fish for the rest of your life, what would you be?

[cethflayn]

[She's getting most of the information from the book in her hands so she can relay it to her companions, but yes, Flayn does love fish. She turns and smiles at him, acknowledging his question, and then looks back to the seahorses.]

If I were a fish...hm, I think it would have to be... [Her eyes dart about the tank, but she doesn't see the kind she wants in here, so she begins looking about the room...no...hm, then it is time to consult her book.] I do not see it among the fish here, but it is a freshwater fish - aha!

[She holds up the book to show...an open page on crucian carp, also known as-]

A Carassius! That is what I would be.

[scouserer]

[Constantine pauses, looking at the picture with an expression of mild amusement.]

Shiny.

[That's all he has to say on the Carassius, apparently!

Much to my chagrin, Constantine doesn't like fish as much as I do.]

I don't have that much fish-related knowledge, but I know several of my associates have described me as eel-like before. Slippery. Always wiggles out danger. A nasty-looking grin.

[cethflayn]

Oh, eels are very nice as well! [She does not say "tasty" because even though eel is tasty, she doesn't want to compare people she knows to like. Food? That's weird.] I happen to think freshwater eels are cute, but I think there are some saltwater ones in these tanks. Maybe they would be happy to see you?

[scouserer]

[Constantine looks over towards a nearby display. This one seems to be for fish that live in coral reefs. As he leans over and peers through the glass, he can spot a singular moray eel tucked in a thin crevice between two rocks. Its body is twisted on itself as it looks up towards the surface, its jaw agape as it lies on the bottom of the tank.]

Not sure if 'happiness' is really something you can glean from a fish's expressions.

[The eel does nothing but stare, slowly opening and closing its mouth to take in oxygen. Constantine stares right back.]

I think he's sayin' something to me.

[cethflayn]

Truly?

[Flayn pops right up to take a look herself, studying the mouth of the eel with interest.]

...Oh dear. I do not think we would be able to hear him if he was.

[scouserer]

Lucky for you, I majored in eelology at uni.

[He didn't even graduate high school...but anyways, Constantine continues to stare intently at the eel, as if this is currently the most interesting thing that he could be doing at this time. He presses his ear against the cool glass, pretending to listen.]

Mhmmm. Yeah. [A pause.] Really? I see.

[The eel does not move, nor does it acknowledge Constantine. Its eyes are blank and hungry. After a few more grunts, he pulls away and turns to Flayn, a faint smirk on his face.]

Says that he's got all the embarrassing secrets about Jack, including what's behind his mask.

[cethflayn]

[Oh my fucking goodness

Flayn is sitting and watching this with rapt attention. Does she believe Constantine can talk to eels? Look, anything's possible now.]

Oh, that is incredible! Did he happen to mention what it is?

garden

[sivard]

[Zaveid shows up not long after Flayn starts praying. He stands near her, trying to approach so he's in her line of sight.]

...I haven't thought of praying to the Empyreans. I don't know if they'd be able to hear me from where we are. I don't think their domains can reach outside of my world, but if there's any possibility of helping those who have already passed...

[cethflayn]

[When Flayn finishes, she looks up. Oh, hello Zaveid.]

I do not know if she can hear me, either. But I cannot simply do nothing.

[sivard]

...well, if the power of our combined gods could reach us... it's something to hope for, at least.

[cethflayn]

[Flayn just imagines that for a moment...her eyes are very wide.]

That would be incredible to behold.

[sivard]

Wouldn't it?

It would be a sight! That sort of power, sort of help...

[cethflayn]

That sort of cooperation! It would be no easy task, but surely then the Captain would be stopped for good!

[sivard]

All together, they'd be powerful enough to strip the Captain of whatever power's he's got.

[cethflayn]

Yes they would. Oh, I like that plan very much!

[Also it's very interesting because other gods? Other gods from other worlds? Flayn knows nothing about them!]