WEEK 8

[bathymetric]

Good morning, passengers. Happy Sunday. Happy New Year.

Your numbers have officially dropped to single digits. One of you managed to kill the first of the major living obstacles to your collective freedom. A ghost or demon or something nearly killed you. It was a weird week.

The cruise continues on, roller coaster back up and running as ever, arcade free and clear of coins. The last free floor of the ship is open, as well as part of the top deck with... well, something you might expect to see way more on a cruise ship than anything else here. One way or another, you get a feeling you can't shake - things are going to end soon.

No rain yet, but the clouds are closing in fast above you. A cold wind blows during the night, sending the ship gently rocking. Around midnight or so, if you head to the deck, you can hear thunder in the distance.



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[ ooc: Welcome to week 8, 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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[bathymetric]

[ It is indeed a some music from everyone's worlds situation! We got Enya, we got Wrenya! We got Cobra Starship, we got Crowbra starship! That's probably weird! ]

[cethflayn]

The shell makes them look more like a slug, but...a "slime" is a classic? Is slime not just goo?

[cethflayn]

[Sub-routine.........]

They are simply illusions, right? They - they are not real.

[For now, it's only been cethleann the barest of whispers, but she can still make it out in dead silence, enough so that when it cethleann brushes against her awareness, she knows what it's saying.

It's only ever saying one word. For now.]

[cethflayn]

I shall! I shall keep it very safe!

[Into the go bag, tucked into her book of fables it shall go!]

Oh, but I must be sure to capture everyone else's likenesses as well. It would not be fair. [Does Magica even want her picture taken? Who knows, man.]

[magycks]

[ Time to key in like 700 songs from well-known Icelandic songbird Bjölk Gjóðursdóttir, a pun I absolutely didn't spend a full 10 minutes on Icelandic wikipedia for! Are any of these songs particularly notable beyond that? Any sea shanties up in here? ]

[magycks]

Don't you at least me...!

[ Apparently the last bit was more offensive than anything else? Like always, the second her doing anything vaguely less than awful comes up, she goes on the defensive. Unlike always, a voice only Magica can hear echoes through the subsequent dead air, as calm and sardonic as her own voice was loud and unhinged. Her jaw clenches.

Then she sets down the other piece of paper, rips the left-hand Jack portrait in half, and starts shredding the two pieces into confetti. You know, to calm down! ]

Look, I don't care if talking down to me is your own little coping mechanism, I am not in the mood.

[magycks]

[ yeager you are so goddamn valid it hurts ]

Mm, it's been in more of a drafting stage up til now.

[ This is Magica's way of not admitting that, in a stunning display of self-awareness, she thinks that maybe she won't be able to hit him as dead-on as she wants on the first try and will immediately lapse into a temper tantrum that's embarrassing even by her standards.

... Also, she's kind of too short to pin it up without dragging a barstool across the entire room. There's also that. ]

But if you'd like to do the honors...?

meeting time!!

[scouserer]

[Sometime on Wednesday morning, a note gets place on everyone's doors--everyone who's still alive, that is. Although the handwriting is messy, there seems to have been an effort to at least make it readable.]

MEETING @ PUB
BRING ANY AND ALL INFORMATION, OLD AND NEW
[Well. Looks like it's time again! When you arrive on the scene, Constantine is there, staring down at the floor, seemingly preoccupied. He looks up as soon as a few people begin to gather, shaking his head ever so slightly.]

Right. I called this meeting so we could maybe go over everythin' that we've learned so far. If you've got anything from the dead that might help us--notes, papers, what have you--put 'em forth. Might give us a better view of the whole situation, overall.

cw: auditory hallucinations

[cethflayn]

I am sorry - I have not found anything. But...I have been distracted.

[Flayn cethleann why is here, sort of tucked into a chair with why have you forsaken us Emily in her lap. Just Emily today, for ease of i died for you and this is how you repay me carrying things around.]

There is - um. There is something I had an idea about, though. It might be prudent if we- [She i have told you time and again not to reveal yourself rubs one of her ears, wincing, as if that might block out the noise.] -If we prepare ourselves to escape at a moment's notice. There are the vending machines that have various items within them that are not the special one that takes coins. I think one of the - mrgh, [you let me die you let them kill me you did not help me cethleann] I am sorry, um. I think one of the options is a large bag, so. That is a good option.

[magycks]

[ While the pub investigation might eventually lead to pertinent information, it's totally IC for her to fuck around in the meantime, so Magica brings nothing but her ragged notebook and a nerf gun! She idly aims and occasionally fires the latter at one of her own Handsome Jack portraits, now tacked up to the wall behind the bar, throughout the meeting. ]

So — has anyone figured out what atlas he was talking about at the trial?

[scouserer]

[Constantine grins, rubbing his chin.]

Yeah, I suppose so. I mean, when you grow up in working-class Liverpool, you never run out of grievances against the Man. Long-standing employees gettin' laid off every other day, sharply-dressed businessmen hardly sparing the homeless so much as a second glance...that kind of thing.

[He's not gonna go into more, but Filbo can probably connect the dots.]

So, I learned from when I was young that if you don't like the rules, you don't have to play by them. S'why I started learning magic.

[scouserer]

[Constantine frowns, cross his arms.]

I'm assuming it's got somethin' to do with the books in the library--but I'm not entirely sure. Didn't Filbo dig up a book a few weeks ago with a map of the Bermuda Triangle on it?

[scouserer]

Nobody can blame you, Flayn. We've all been distracted the last day or so.

[For...obvious reasons. Constantine shakes his head, as if trying to dismiss whatever voices might be haunting him.]

I can gather whatever rations I've gotten from the vending machine, but it'll be good just to take stock of our supplies. It'll probably also be smart to gather whatever weapons we have in order to defend ourselves against other threats.

[Like. Sharks and stuff.]

[cethflayn]

But - but I do want to help.

[So if you can thing of any way she can do a thing, please let her know.]

...Then I shall pack weaponry as well. I was given a knife and two spears.

[scouserer]

I have a knife and some spears, as well. And a gun.

[Just. You know. Throwing that out there.]

The gun's probably not as useful as the other things.

[cethflayn]

...I do think I also received a mace, and a device that shocks people. [She's seen Lelouch brandish one in the courtroom.] But I could not carry the former comfortably with everything else, and I do not know how to use the latter.

[scouserer]

[As seen from the future.........the "Captain" has treated them to such brutal methods.]

S'ppose if you'd tried to off the Captain last week, this would've probably happened all the same.

[ahelpingpaw]

[Filbo throws, aiming for the bullseye but instead hitting three inches above it. Oh well]

You're...not wrong. Make your own rules, I guess. I wouldn't have guessed turning to magic would be the way to do that, though. It almost seems like it made everything around you far more complicated.

[Not that Constantine's life wasn't going to be tough enough already, judging by the things he was saying. Working-class Liverpool sound like a difficult life already]

[scouserer]

[Constantine tilts his head to the side, smirking.]

Y'know, you could probably go and make a photo album. I mean...you probably wouldn't necessarily want to remember the things that happened here, but maybe remembering the people might help.

[ahelpingpaw]

[Sculpting too! Maybe being good at arts is just part of the android life]

There's plenty of clay in the other room! I don't think it'd be good for...a sculpture? Probably? But at least around here you'd have plenty of time to plan with it.

[Especially if you're not sleeping at all, filling all these hours with something to do must be quite difficult sometimes]

[ahelpingpaw]

I-I have been trying to make bags? But, uh, they're kinda hard to make. If you guys get a lot of those bags from the machine it'd save so much trouble.

[Progress is slow, unfortunately, and it doesn't help he hasn't made them before. His sewing is decent, but this is hard]

The hard part is getting food that'll last a while. I mean, unless you're really into the military rations from the machine, and those aren't that great.

[ahelpingpaw]

I sure did! I'm pretty sure I can bring the book here again if we need it, but...it didn't really seem like anything that can't be found in any random library out there. You'd think an evil ghost's atlas would be more...unusual in nature? So it probably isn't it.

[Hmmmm...]

It had scribbles on it but nothing really written, so I thought maybe Jack made those, but it's not like you can compare a drawn triangle with his handwriting or something.

[magycks]

Right, that. But how is it his? Was there anything in the book that wasn't standard?

... Before you say it, yes, I know you don't know either, I'm just annoyed.

[magycks]

Well, the atlas he's referring to could just be the map... but as worthless an imbecile as Jack was, I doubt he'd chart a course and then just leave it in the stacks.

[cethflayn]

The cookies from the machines will not last?

[She's got like, some cookies, some of those sandwich crackers with peanut butter, some knockoff Goldfish crackers.]