unknownseas | WEEK 7

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week 7

WEEK 7

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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[ A lot of what had occurred over the weekend had given Risotto time to think. Why wouldn't it have?

Well, while the reasons behind it were unexpected, he decisively disliked Jack's response to it far more.

Either way, when he got up, the gathering of clouds was difficult to miss. So he decided it'd be best to attempt looking around in workshop. May as well see if there was something 'off' or hidden things, like somebody's heart [audiencelaughter.mp3]. You just never knew, right?

After that, Risotto could be found in one of his usual haunts, the library. He had a book with him to pass the time. ]

That man is a good-for-nothing, but at least there's nothing lacking in having some...entertainment.

[ Risotto never had anything good to say about Jack. But as far as he's concerned, they're all free to badmouth him as they like.

He then was found mid-day at the bar. This time he was making something to drink. ]

If you want something, I'm sure you can make it all on your own. [ ... ] Unless, of course, that something you 'want' is to discuss what happened recently, or what you believe our odds of success are now.

[ Not the most friendly way to begin a discussion, but he's never really been one for being 'pleasant'. ]

[Today, Flayn is up early. She knows it will all be reset again, come the end of the week, but regardless of that, she heads to the garden as the sun rises today. Flayn carries Emily with her in one arm and a stack of plastic cups in the other, Jimmy Bear in her pocket and her staff holstered on her back. She sets the cups out in the gazebo in a circle, evenly spaced, and sets Emily down by one of them in particular, telling her to "watch over this for me, please" while Jimmy Bear goes with Flayn to pick flowers:

Red royal katty for Carmen. Daffodils for Shard. Larkspur for Adeline. White bishop's lace for Allenby. Snapdragons for Sylvando. Sweet peas for Alice. Yarrow for Albedo. Gillyflower for Sara, which Emily watches over. Baby's breath for Lorna. Amaryllis for Chloe. Cornflowers for Decus. Plumerias for Plumeria. Gladiolus for Freyja. These she sets out in the cups, then puts Jimmy Bear next to Emily so she can step into the center, kneel, and pray, hands clasped around her staff.]

Oh, Goddess, hear my prayer - Grandmother, wherever you are, protect these souls whom we have lost. Let the Blue Sea Star shine through the darkest night, and guide them to your kingdom for shelter and peace. Allow them safe passage through the waters of worlds beyond...

[She goes on like that for a little while, quietly, asking for guidance and for those she loves back home to know, even if for a moment, some sort of reassurance of Flayn's own fate. She doesn't know if Sothis can hear her. She never thought to ask if Byleth could hear the prayers of the people, now that the Goddess lived within her. But she would like to think the message might get through, somehow. To someone.

With her prayers spoken, Flayn feels more comfortable venturing into the new portions of the ship that have been revealed to them. The kitchen is definitely something she's interested in, though she seems a bit hesitant to actually start cooking anything. While it is true Filbo promised to try her cooking...what if something terrible happened? What if it made him ill? She is not unaware of her status as a poor cook. So, instead of jumping right in as she might have done in earlier weeks, Flayn hesitantly checks out the ingredients instead, brow furrowed, as Emily sits on one of the counters and watches.

Oh, but you know what's actually the best thing ever? The aquarium. Flayn steps foot inside of it and you can just sense the euphoria at being surrounded by so many different fish. She has to run to the library and haul up a big picture book encyclopedia to start naming each and every creature she sees, telling Emily and Jimmy Bear their names.]

- And it says here that this is a clownfish, this orange one! And then this one is...a triggerfish? Oh, and that one there is a sea horse! I know it does not have fish in its name, but it is in fact a fish!

[Jimmy Bear has accepted that this is his life, as a malformed teddy in his maker's pocket. Emily is calmly intrigued, and we cannot discern the emotions of the teddy specifically made for Emily. What about you, though?]

[Those sure are storm clouds gathering.

Data definitely notices them. He spends a good portion of the morning sitting out in the garden, face turned up towards the sky. Spot is creeping through plants nearby, and Parker is going through the lazy river again.]

It is getting closer.

[After that, he finally decides to go and check out the new areas. The workshop and kitchen both get a bit of a raised eyebrow, but it's the aquarium that really catches his interest. He'll spend some time here, walking around and looking at all the fish. It seems like he's also checking on the tank setup - it seems like someone must tend to the fish regularly, after all, but is it Mr. Jones or someone who would actually have to physically open stuff up?

That's just the first bit of the investigation, because in doing this, he does notice that the shark tank isn't properly secured. You might find him up there messing with the seal.]

This is not correctly sealed. Maybe I can find the materials needed to fix it in the workshop.

[He pops it open, pokes his head in, and then just kinda enters the shark tank. Mods is there anything hiding in the shark tank, or can he simply pet their sweet smooth skin?

Sometime after that, when he's gone and dried himself off, he spends a while pacing the decks. He stops in front of the Captain's elevator for a little while, looking at it in apparent thought. What if...?]

[Perhaps someday Filbo Fiddlepie will back down on something he said he'd do, but this here doesn't seem to be one of them. When he came in to explore and found Flayn staring at ingredients, one thing came to mind right away:]

Oh, good! Looks like I'll get to try your food after all!

[FILBO.........]

Ah - er - yes! Yes, you will! I...w-what might you like to try? I can...see if something can be whipped up now?

[Oh no oh no oh no]

We would be in a much worse state if all these entertainment places hadn't appeared at all. It may be one of the few good things around here.

[If all they had for entertainment were books some people around here would have murdered out of boredom, that's for sure]

Well, that depends. What recipes do you know? Other than tea.

[He looks like he's looking forward to it, hah]

[OOOOOOH NOOOOOOOOO]

...I...can make a soup.

[Soup's not hard, right? It's just like. Stuff in a broth.]

Ah, you know what, Filbo? You ought to watch me cook so you can experience the meal fully! [And maybe keep her focused and not crazy-enthusiastically throwing everything into a pot]

Of course! That'd be a good idea. Soup's not really too difficult, this should all be smooth sailing.

[Thank goodness for Filbo knowing enough cooking to survive on his own without getting food poisoning. Such is the competent adult life]

[Goodness, with Filbo here Flayn might make something potable! She looks visibly relieved when he agrees.]

Oh, wonderful! Then let us begin at once! I saw "chicken stock" in boxes on one of the shelves, so I think it should work well for a broth!

[He's just going to quietly ignore the gathering clouds for now. There were more important things--namely, a kitchen. So Lelouch would do what he was actually very good at--stress baking. While he was organizing kitchenware and checking ingredients, he decided to investigate a little more carefully--checking cabinets, looking in ovens and under sinks, what have you.]

[Anyone want some cake?]

Good start. Any good soup needs a good base, that'll do.

[Filbo looks like he approves, yup. In the meantime he took out a pot because hey, even if he's the one Flayn's cooking for, that doesn't mean he should be just staring at her all the time, may as well nudge things along so they go easier for her]

I didn't think you were into baking!

[Something about Zero knowing how to bake is so...odd! This is a place he never imagined Zero'd be at]

[Oh bless him, may the Goddess hold Filbo Fiddlepie in the highest regard

Flayn goes over to get the box with the cap labeled "chicken stock", and looks at it curiously. This really had amazed her, that you could have the broth ready for you instead of, you know, doing it the long way and breaking down/boiling a chicken. She'll put that on the counter and then go back for vegetables.]

A good soup should have...carrots, and potatoes, and something green maybe? And onions? Turnips...ah, wait, no, I should not just pick things at random...[Raising her voice a bit,] Filbo, do you have vegetables that are particularly your favorites?

I'm actually pretty good in a kitchen; I had to learn a lot of housekeeping skills a long time ago.

[A new week is starting. The number of people on this ship has decreased so much. How many are left...? Thirteen? Wow. That's half from when this all started. It's hard to believe the ship has gotten emptier and emptier.

Perhaps he should consider himself lucky he has survived so far.

First things first, he goes looking at the aquarium, to see what's in here. So many fishes, so much water...Wow, what a place. Still...]

It feels a little pointless to have an aquarium when you're on a ship in the middle of the sea. You'd think instead a good cruise ship would let you into a deck underwater so you can see the ocean by yourself, right?

[Apparently Filbo thinks the sea has more fishes and interesting stuff ready to be seen than there actually is, hah.

Once he has explored the new areas, he just picks up some thin sticks of timber from the workshop, taking them to the piano lounge. The piano keys are too thin for his fluffy paws to work with, so maybe this way...testing, he pokes a piano key, finding it kind of works. Well! Time to get started with music.

He's not great at it. Filbo is just slowly pressing keys at random, like he's trying to guess what goes together with what. It's slooooooow work, one he's not trained at all in because he has no musical knowledge. If he did, perhaps he'd play something like this, but since he doesn't, it's just around five seconds of piano playing in a loop while he slowly attaches note to note as if they were building blocks. He's definitely not going to be able to play a song of anything before this murdercruise ends, that you can be sure of.

Still, he seems relatively satisfied. Can't help think of Freyja while he's with the piano]

Music's tougher than I thought it was, and I already thought it's plenty tough. I dunno how some people manage to get good at this, I dunno at all what I'm doing!

[But there's something kind of nice about just sitting to the piano and messing with it for a long while. Almost relaxing, he'd say]

Really? Are you living by yourself?

[Are you one of these people who look like humans but turn out to be like seven thousand years old, Zero? Because there are so many of these around here, by now he can't take these youthful human appearances as indicators of age, hah]

...No. I live with my little sister. She can't cook or clean on her own, so I've always done most of the work.

That's very responsible of you.

[Quite dedicated, really]

I admit it's a little hard to imagine the Zero we all know and have seen around for two months baking and taking care of little sisters. You always seemed so...distant.

That's rather the point of the persona--'Zero' is a shield to protect the people I care about from the work I have to do.

[Hm. Strawberries seemed in bad taste, maybe raspberry chocolate would be better.]

...My name is Lelouch Lamperouge, for all intents and purposes. My sister is named Nunnally.

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