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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[scouserer]

[Constantine knows what his picture is going to be. He knows he won't like it, but he looks anyways. His shoulders are tensed as he stares at the image in cold fury, fingers gripping his phone so tightly that it almost looks like he aims to crush the device. If you look over his shoulder, you might catch a glimpse of a...rather average looking white man with a receding hair line.

Without another word, he puts the phone in his pocket and storms out.]