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]

[Data tilts his head a little, accepting the point.]

But it may still be worth the risk. I can move much faster than a human, and I do not think Jones would act if not compelled.

[just get convive data in here to run up and snap jack's neck]

[scouserer]

[Constantine wrinkles his nose.]

As much as I'd love to see you try and snap this bloke's neck and end things, for all we know, he probably has some sort of...of stupid clone...body double thing.

[don't tell constantine about timothy lawrence he'd go and fistfight jack immediately]

Besides, since we've been chatting about this out in the open, he probably'll know to get ready.

[ltcommandroid]

...perhaps. But that does not mean it would not be worth the attempt.

[Constantine has several good points, though...]

[scouserer]

Okay, consider this, then--what happens if you do get your ass kicked up there? S'not like we have anyone who could repair you--you'd be effectively dead 'til we could get you back. And with you gone, we'd be down an investigator. Our chances of survival would grow slimmer with each week.

[A pause. A small smirk worms its way onto his face--the telltale sign that he's just come up with a good argument and there's no way he's not going to use it.]

Why, what would dear Spot think?

[ltcommandroid]

[..........]

You make several good arguments.

Nonetheless, I have been thinking a great deal about what Freyja said. She was incorrect. It was not her failings that have resulted in the deaths on this ship, but my own. I would like for that to change.

[scouserer]

[How strange it is for your own thoughts to be vomited back to yourself to realize how stupid they are. Constantine, however, is very much not the person to convince people not to do things...so he shrugs, a look of faint irritation on his face.]

And now you're following in the footsteps of someone who's now dead. Fantastic.

[He snorts, shaking his head.]

We could stand here all day and debate about how each of us could've, should've, would've, but I don't think any of us could have foreseen or prevented shit. But if you want to and get yourself killed, then don't let me stop you.

[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.