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

[ahelpingpaw]

[Indeed, Filbo is hanging out with the snacks and alcohol. He's...not certain about what he's doing, if he has to be honest. When he started planning all this when Reika suggested it, he thought it was a great idea! And made all sorts of plans. Now, though, with the threat over families and loved ones...was it tonedeaf to go on with this?

That was why he scrapped most of the things he had thought of. Filbo couldn't bring himself to do it. He even has with him half-written instructions for party games, left aside. Didn't even finish writing those, really.

Still, as one of the hosts, he has to be there and do his best. Every time someone arrives, he gives his usual welcoming behavior]

Welcome! I-I hope tonight at least helps to take your mind off your worries.

[queceracera]

I mean, I think the Captain's like 0/6 on actually making me worried about the motive but who doesn't like self-care?

[Scott's got some kinda mud mask thing slathered on his face. That's what spa means, right? You do a facemask and chill?]

[ahelpingpaw]

[Perfect, Scott, you're nailing it!]

Exactly! You got it right. Reika showed me the right stuff to use around here, and even though I'd have liked to test everything for quality I doubt anyone would have wanted to have a host all soaked in a dozen soaps.

[He looks so glad Scott isn't worried about the motive. That's quite the lousy track record, Captain, is Scott the bane of your existence?]