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. ]

Comments

[ltcommandroid]

[y'all primitive weirdos and your GLASS

Anyway, Data doesn't really have any of the resources he'd need to do a full scientific investigation of this glass, so he's gonna let that one go for the moment! Probably better to mess with the mirrors anyway, and not the tanks where fish live.





speaking of fish what's up with the fucking sharks]

[bathymetric]

[ The sharks are surprisingly docile, but that might make sense since. You got no blood (I assume), Data.

Closer inspection will reveal that they are in fact very real and have teeth and everything, if you're curious! But right now they are in fact Just Chilling.

They also have. Collars? You know, normal shark stuff. ]

[ltcommandroid]

[He got no blood! Completely uninteresting to sharks. He probably smells like plastic.

But, oh, collars? He's gonna try to get a closer look at one of those - while giving the sharks pets, of course. Sharks like pets. I saw a video of a guy waltzing with a nurse shark earlier, I'll try to find it for y'all it was great.]

[bathymetric]

[ Yeah, collars! The sharks do in fact seem to enjoy being pet - and on inspection, the collars seem to have secret compartments of some kind. ]

[ltcommandroid]

[Oh shiiiiit, he's gonna try to get a look in one of those!]

[bathymetric]

[ Hell yeah! As you do, you get the feeling this is way easier an investigation for you than it would have been for anyone else. How fortunate!

Either way, looks like a couple of capsules with rolled-up paper in them. Might want to get out of the water before you open them up, the paper does not look futuristic enough to be waterproof. ]

[ltcommandroid]

[Sometimes it pays to be the tin man!

He's gonna check all the shark collars to make sure he doesn't miss anything, give the sharks some more scritches as thanks, and then climb up out of the tank! And maybe go find some pool towels to dry off his hands before he finally pops open those capsules to check it out. What's with these papers?]

[bathymetric]

[ So! Each one is a verse of a poem, rolled up and tied with some string. It's... I'm not gonna write it out, but it's a poem about following orders and working together. It has kind of a... corporate synergy teambuilding feel to it? ]

[ltcommandroid]

[Well, that seems like a lot of trouble to hide your poetry attempts! But hey, he gets it, they can't all be winners.]