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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[cethflayn]

[Looks down, fiddles with the gold ribbon still wrapped around her hand.

If Lalli is in the afterlife, or some limbo in between, the ribbon she gave him is still with his spirit, isn't it?]

...I thought such things like - love, and...feelings...I thought they were supposed to work out differently.

MOTIVE - Stranger Tides CW: Hallucinations

[heroantagonist]

[It’s Tuesday.

Maybe nothing will happen. Maybe now that you are all free of Jack’s grip on the SS Swift things will be different, and no one will be forced to kill.

Ding-ding.

Your device directs you to the theatre.

It’s a familiar scene. You step in with the rest of your survivors - there are so few of you now - and the screen displays… your captain, in his necrotic glory.]

There ye all are. I hope I’m finding you well on this lovely day.

[”Jack” rubs at his chin, still speckled with his own blood.]

You’ve probably been wonderin, just what’s happenin’ now, eh? I wanted to kill ye, and then I didn’t! It’s funny how that works out. Well, it’s no matter, because I still intend to make that happen, just with a different approach. Because if this brainless buccaneer has taught me anything… it’s how to put out a proper motive.

[The Captain raises his hand, fingers taunt until- a hard snap echoes into the theatre… followed by a wave of green energy. Nothing seems to be immediately amiss.

...Did you hear that? No. Nothing’s there.]

Just a little voodoo spell I’d been cooking up for a special occasion. If ye start hearing the voices of yer loved ones, and it gets to be too much, I’d consider a bit of murder! That’s helped before, hasn’t it? Gahahha!

[OOC: Everyone will start hearing voices of their loved ones and people from home. It starts small, but gets worse and more twisted throughout the week--and most of the things the voices have to say are negative. Please play this as innocuous or terrible as you wish.]

[scythegun]

[Zagi cares about one thing and that one thing is murder, so yeah, he's pretty particular about his weapons... Definitely interesting though, and Yeager will hold onto these for the meeting!! Does this seem to be the same for all the weapons in here, or just the familiar ones?]

[scythegun]

Ja, I've received seven from the vending machine.

[And he swiped two from Freyja's room after her death but that's not the point!!]

We don't have anything quite like them back home, but they do seem to be fairly easy to use! I'll be sure to bring you one!

[ltcommandroid]

[Data thinks about it for a moment. He can sometimes be okay in conversations like this - it's natural to him to validate other peoples' feelings, after all - but this situation is rather more difficult.]

Such things rarely seem to work out exactly as expected. It is the nature of life.

[cethflayn]

...So it is.

[At this point Kissa has completely emptied her bowl of salmon between herself, Spot, and Parker, so they can all nom on the floor together.]

I suppose there is still much I have yet to learn.

[ltcommandroid]

We all always have things to learn. Nonetheless, there is no reason to feel foolish. None of what occurred was your doing.

[cethflayn]

[A soft little sigh.]

I know that. In my heart. But my heart also insists I was foolish, and could not see something if it was right in front of me if I had to. Even if it could not change anything, I...would have liked to do romantic things. Like holding hands.

[Flashback to early in R2 where Flayn was reading romance novels voraciously, but always skipped over the smut to get to, like, the anguished declarations of love and the courting and the very poor plots.]

[guffawsungraciously]

[HE DID IT, HE DEVELOPED THE PHOTOS...!

...anyway, what's in those photos? He's excited to see the fruits of his labor!]

[ahelpingpaw]

...w-well I won't say no to having one. It's gonna be far easier to carry than a spear, too! And gonna draw less alarm if anyone sees it.

[That last part he says as if it's a really important part]

I had come out to the deck one night when Alice was burning stuff and I had my spear and she freaked out a lot for obvious reasons? And then the spear caught fire from her firepit and I freaked out as well when that happened and I tossed the spear overboard. Errors were mine, I admit it. That's not gonna happen with a taser.

[ahelpingpaw]

...w-well, it won't be anything we can't overcome one way or another!

[Cue the motive, goodness gracious, now that's something you can't overcome with determination, hah!]

[ltcommandroid]

[fuckin rip]

That is true. The goal was for all of us to die - but in spite of everything that has gone wrong, we are still here.

[ltcommandroid]

[.....]

I am sorry that you did not get that chance.

[guffawsungraciously]

Let us begin, then.

[Right, so, he'll pick up the camera he's been working on and work on framing Data the way he likes... let's see... he thinks it looks right? Maybe?

...

Click!]

[guffawsungraciously]

It does not, no. I suppose it could not hurt to learn how to use it, but on the other hand, why not go with what you are comfortable with in a situation such as this?

[cethflayn]

[Look Data you're not her type in the kindest way, you're like, big brother material, it's not the same if you hold your brother's hand.]

...We cannot let this all be in vain. We must escape - however possible.

[scythegun]

[Yeager inclines his head a bit at that as Filbo continues, and then he tries really hard not to laugh at that.]

Oh dear, it sounds like quite the misadventure! You won't have that problem with one of these though, no! They're fairly small!

[Not quite as threatening as a giant spear...]

cw: hallucination references

[ltcommandroid]

[As it is Tuesday, Data expects that most, if not all, of the other passengers are going to spend much of the afternoon upset. They may not want to socialize. So, in the morning, he'll be walking around seeking people out, one of the antique cameras from the photography lab hanging around his neck.]

Good morning. May I take a photo of you? Jasper and I have decided to pursue photography.

[He...doesn't say that if you're Jasper, obviously...

Anyway, the incentive happens, and Data sets aside his photography for the moment. He's got other projects to work on, after all. He takes Parker and Spot up to the water park, for Parker's sake, and sits to the side while the Vaporeon wanders around and plays in the attractions. Spot is curled up in his lap, and he's working on sewing some kind of large backpack.

Every so often, he pauses in his work, head tilting slightly. But he always shakes it off pretty quickly. He is aware that it is fake, after all.

In the early evening, the cats retire back to his room for their post-dinner nap, and Data takes his violin back up to the piano lounge. He has not played here since Freyja's death; now, he expects he will not be dueting with anyone again. Still, he gets out the instrument and starts to play. If anyone has joined him by the end of the song, he'll comment:]

It is curious. I had not entirely expected my systems to be affected by the incentive, but they are. And though I am processing auditory inputs, they seem difficult to drown out with music.

[ltcommandroid]

[Oh. Lord. No. He doesn't really tend to experience romantic feelings (obviously?) - and though he would likely hold her hand regardless if she expressed an interest, he's not too likely to offer on his own initiative.]

I agree. One way or another, this must end soon.

[ltcommandroid]

[Data blinks.]

Oh. Would you like another with me smiling?

[scouserer]

[Constantine lines up another shot. This one hits just a few inches off the bullseye. Damn.]

I think he probably feels some sympathy towards us mortals. [A pause.] Either that, or he benefits from us being alive. Or we're the best chance of him escaping his servitude.

[He pauses, rubbing the back of his neck.]

Personally, my bet's on the last thing.

[guffawsungraciously]

Something of the sort, at least. We do have squids that are simply animals, as well, but khalamari kids are capable of things like doodling with sticks, coming up on shore for a short time, and speech.

[none of them are friendly npcs in canon so you can't say they don't say WOOMY.]

Piano Lounge (cw: hallucination discussion)

[cethflayn]

[Oh - oh, how haunting, and yet...how beautiful. Flayn cethleann had kept to herself for most of the day, focusing on boiling more salmon for cethleann Kissa and taking her vending machine loot back to her room, trying not to pay too much mind to cethleann the snippets of words caught on the wind. She follows the sound of the violin and sits quietly to enjoy Data's cethleann playing.

Well. As best she can. She applauds as Data finishes.]

They - they are startlingly persistent, aren't they?

[scouserer]

[Don't worry, Constantine understood her intent! He misses the others as much as she does, even if...he doesn't verbalize it.

Anyways, he grins, gesturing for Flayn to hand over the camera.]

Oh, you don't have to look through the viewfinder. If you'd like, you can point it at yourself and press the button--though, you might get some variable results.

[Smartphones have really shitty photo-taking qualities in 2004, so Constantine is more familiar with this method of selfies, anyways.]

[cethflayn]

[Time to observe them in their natural habitat]

What sort of things do they draw?