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. ]

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[scouserer]

[Constantine looks over towards a nearby display. This one seems to be for fish that live in coral reefs. As he leans over and peers through the glass, he can spot a singular moray eel tucked in a thin crevice between two rocks. Its body is twisted on itself as it looks up towards the surface, its jaw agape as it lies on the bottom of the tank.]

Not sure if 'happiness' is really something you can glean from a fish's expressions.

[The eel does nothing but stare, slowly opening and closing its mouth to take in oxygen. Constantine stares right back.]

I think he's sayin' something to me.

[cethflayn]

Truly?

[Flayn pops right up to take a look herself, studying the mouth of the eel with interest.]

...Oh dear. I do not think we would be able to hear him if he was.

[scouserer]

Lucky for you, I majored in eelology at uni.

[He didn't even graduate high school...but anyways, Constantine continues to stare intently at the eel, as if this is currently the most interesting thing that he could be doing at this time. He presses his ear against the cool glass, pretending to listen.]

Mhmmm. Yeah. [A pause.] Really? I see.

[The eel does not move, nor does it acknowledge Constantine. Its eyes are blank and hungry. After a few more grunts, he pulls away and turns to Flayn, a faint smirk on his face.]

Says that he's got all the embarrassing secrets about Jack, including what's behind his mask.

[cethflayn]

[Oh my fucking goodness

Flayn is sitting and watching this with rapt attention. Does she believe Constantine can talk to eels? Look, anything's possible now.]

Oh, that is incredible! Did he happen to mention what it is?

[scouserer]

[Constantine makes a shushing motion with his mouth, gesturing for Flayn to get closer towards the glass.]

Shhh! Not so loud--otherwise, Jack'll overhear. Put your ear against the glass, maybe he'll tell you.

[Do it, Flayn. Do it.]

I have plenty of eyes closed icons that I don't get to use but NOW...

[cethflayn]

[She absolutely does it, and scrunches her eyes closed to focus more.]

fish to fish communication

[scouserer]

[For a few seconds, Flayn hears nothing but the bubbling of the filter in the aquarium.

Then, a voice! Very quiet, somewhat high-pitched, as if mumbled through the glass.]

I know what's behind Jack's mask--secretly, he's been a fish this whole time!

[The voice has a very distinct, familiar Liverpudlian accent....]

[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.