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]

I am the only person who regularly patrols the ship. It is no one else's responsibility.

[It really isn't debatable that he has failed, greatly, every single week since the third. But - okay, that sounds like a dismissal.]

Very well.

[scouserer]

[Constantine gives Data a measured, if slightly puzzled gaze.]

What's gotten into you, anyways? Why is now the week that you've decided that you've failed?

[ltcommandroid]

Please do not misunderstand. I have been aware of that the entire time.

[scouserer]

[A pause.]

I see.

[Constantine falls quiet again, rubbing the back of his neck.]

And now that Jack's closer than ever, you want to take matters into your own hands, or die trying. It's kind of a stupid bet to make.

[don't tell constantine about the end of nemesis....]

[ltcommandroid]

[shhhh we don't gotta talk about that]

I do not know if I can justify placing my own well-being above that of the others on this boat. At the very least, I have not been doing a great deal of that - Jack only recently became accessible.