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

[cethflayn]

[Flayn gasps, but keeps her eyes closed.]

Really? But how can he breathe upon the land?

[scouserer]

[There's a brief pause.]

He's rich, he can do whatever he wants.

[cethflayn]

[pffffffffffffffft]

Goodness, money truly can purchase almost anything. [Except a mask that is, you know, actually handsome.]

[scouserer]

Haven't you heard the saying that money makes the world go round?

[....]

This is something I know, as an eel.

[Constantine clears his throat.]

Sounds like you're having a nice conversation.

[cethflayn]

[Flayn opens one eye when Constantine "speaks up", her mouth curved into a knowing smile.]

Oh, yes, it is most fascinating! I had no idea eels were so very worldly.

[scouserer]

Me neither. You learn all sorts of things when talking to things you wouldn't normally speak to, huh?

[He smirks, rubbing his chin and looking back towards the eel, then gives the glass a pat.

It's important to note that the eel has not moved a single inch since they first laid eyes on it.]

They got loads of secrets wrapped up in their little slimy skins.

[cethflayn]

I appreciate that this one decided to be so forthcoming. [She knows a thing or two about keeping secrets.] Then again, I suppose he does not have much else to do if he is here, instead of in the ocean.

[scouserer]

[Constantine shrugs, leaning against the aquarium glass.]

What is he gonna do, gossip with the other fish?

[cethflayn]

He could if he so chose! His life is his to live, after all.