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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[deathmagnetic]

[ Risotto arrived anyway, not particularly caring who set up the meeting. ]

I found this locked metal box in the workshop, which has a green-shaped keyhole.

If I recall correctly, Scott had located a green key about two weeks or so ago.

[ So like, ideally once he hands it over, he will see about opening this metal box...which he was holding in his hands right now. ]

[queceracera]

Oh, the vending machine key!

[Scott digs around in his pockets for a moment, managing to dump a pair of red floral sunglasses on the table, a crumpled filet-o-fish wrapper and copy of Black Lotuss on the table before producing the green key, which he hands over.]

I was beginning to think we'd never figure out what that goes to.

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[deathmagnetic]

Luckily, that doesn't appear to be the case.

[ After taking the green key, he'll stick it into the metal box's keyhole. What happens? Does a bird fly out? Are they transported into another dimension?! Are the heavens shook on their foundations!?!? ]

[bathymetric]

[ Nothing that dramatic! It opens like any other metal box of its construction would.

Inside is a small object, wrapped in velvet. ]

[deathmagnetic]

[ Well then...

Let's ... unwrap the velvet. What is this small object? ]

[bathymetric]

[ It's... we might owe trustfell some royalties for this, but!

It's... a silver key? ]

[deathmagnetic]

...A silver key.

[ He got the feeling that this might be kind of important. Or maybe it was semi-important.

...Anyway. ]

I suppose I'll be holding onto this for a little while.