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WEEK 8
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.
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[ 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. ]
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.
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[ 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. ]
SUNDAY
investigation x2
Anyway! Guess who's in possession of one purple key? Freyja left it to him and he's got it with him today, so here we are - he's going to go ahead and get that door open if he can!!
Of course, the rest of the floor is interesting, but nothing quite catches his interest like the armory. Have you ever seen someone look this excited to find so many weapons?? Well now you have. He's going to be in here for awhile looking through everything... which brings us to investigation #2, because Yeager is very interested in weapons. I'm so sorry mods.
After that you can find him in the pub. You can find him playing darts or billiards; he's pretty good at either and certainly doesn't mind company in playing them... or maybe you're unfortunate enough to come in here after he's found the jukebox. Is this the equivalent of John Mulaney putting in multiple plays of What's New, Pussycat? Yeah. Yeah, it absolutely is. Hope you didn't want to spend any quality time in here??]
Pub
A while passes before he realizes he's listening to the same song over and over, it just...that just makes him stop and stare at the jukebox until it changes, leaving him to continue his rooting around, and then of course goes back to the same song right afterwards. Filbo just peeks from the counter of the pub, looking at Yeager with the unamused look of someone who feels should have caught onto the shenanigans far earlier]
This is your doing, isn't it?
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Investigation Double Feature
Weirdly, it's mostly bare wood in here, with a pleasant, relaxing smell coming from somewhere and, in something Yeager may or may not recognize the general shape of depending on traditions where he comes from, twenty-six different large drawers in the back wall. ]
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She wakes up, and Kissa's curled up in her lap. Emily is tucked into the bed she made from the Ikea shelf and various soft things from the vending machine. Jimmy Bear sits in her desk chair, staring out into the middle distance with his button eyes. It's the 31st of the Ethereal Moon again, and she's alone.
Flayn doesn't really come out from her room until around lunch time (that you're aware of - she may pop out very early to see if Davy Jones is alive, but that's not anyone else's business). You'll see her in the garden for some time, glancing up warily at the stormy sky as she gathers flowers - not lots of different types like last week, just two. Just white roses and forget-me-nots, which she brings into the party zone and lays out carefully on a table. For a while, she works, cutting the stems and thorns with her vending machine knife and quietly weaving a garland. Forget-me-nots aren't traditional for a Harpstring Moon Garland, but maybe she wants to make one that's special. By evening, you'll find it hanging on the door to Room 8. Lalli's room.
She also spends time in the kitchen boiling the crap out of pieces of salmon, lots of salmon, putting most of it away in a fridge and taking an appropriate portion back up to the Jimmy Buffet so Kissa can have dinner with her. The salmon's bland and dry, but it's safe for cats to eat, and that's what's important, while Flayn quietly eats a sad and depressing mix of vegetables. Looks like turnips, chickpeas, pickles...and a little side bowl of tuna salad. It's a kind of depression meal.]
...What sort of facilities have been revealed today? I have not gone to see them.
[Oh, is she talking to you? She sounds so...not-Flayn.]
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N-Nothing...nothing important. You don't have to be in a hurry to go take a look at them.
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Flayn, you sound--you sound pretty bad there.
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Uh, a pub of some sort. Photo lab. A water park on the top deck and various other amusements.
[He falls silent for a moment, studying her carefully. The ship is much more quiet, now that their numbers are dwindling to the single digits.]
How are you feeling, Flayn?
[He feels he already knows the answer, but....]
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[Data is not particularly invested in any of it, tbh. But he's got Spot and Parker with him, both quite ready for their own dinner, and this sure seems like it could be an extremely cute cat dinner time. Is what he would think if he had feelings about cute cats.]
Would this be a good time for Kissa to meet Spot? They have not yet encountered each other, nor has she spent much time with Parker.
oh my god everyone is coming to her when she's depressed ;A;
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investigation
So, he'll check out the new area like this, though he will... perhaps be a bit jumpy... it's fine. Ship's haunted, it's fine.
It was fine then, and it's fine now.
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...So anyway, Jasper's going to spend a fair amount of time in the pub pouring himself a beer and playing darts. Shit, darts, an arcade, investigating... we're really Shenmue now, huh? He's not actually that interested in investigating this particular area, admittedly... but something that does strike his fancy is the photo lab! Because honestly, what the hell is this? It's really intriguing! He'll check and see if there are any interesting clues lying around... or if shit's haunted.
...It's probably haunted. But is there any sign of shit being haunted.
Anyway, at the end of the day, he heads up to check out the water park, which. Well. He's not gonna fuckin' mess around with that in full armor! So he's just going to head to the side of the ship and let his hair down and... you know... he'd prefer a warmer wind. But it's really nice to just let the wind blow through your hair every once in a while, and there's actually wind now...]
investigation
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MONDAY
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Filbo is there in the crafting room, examining the sewing machines. Nothing that looks too different from those he has seen before, really. He's far more used to doing things by hand, though, these machines are a bit of a mystery to him]
Uh, do you know how to sew? I do, but, uh, I haven't ever made bags. Or backpacks. I dunno where to even get started with those.
[Planning ahead, yup.
Once he has gotten started with his project and goes to take a break at the pub, he's hanging out with the darts, throwing at the target. Aim is decent, technique is absolutely pitiful but at least the majority of the darts have reached the board -- whether they hit where Filbo wants is another matter, though. Still, he seems to be having fun just getting used to the darts, yup. Possibly will be decent enough competition against other average people]
Hey! Wanna give this a go? Darts aren't too difficult and taking a break from time to time is good for you. It'll be fun!
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TUESDAY
MOTIVE - Stranger Tides CW: Hallucinations
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.]
cw: hallucination references
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.
Piano Lounge (cw: hallucination discussion)
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investigation, cw: hallucination references
Knew it.
[ And that energy lasts for all of two minutes! Here is the thing about photos on devices that look like smartphones: you can just shut the fake phone down and only look at whatever's on it in moments of private vulnerability. Even if it eats at you, even if the motive is something that would upend your reason for being, you don't have to look it in the face constantly. Unfortunately, the entity inhabiting Jack's corpse is actually good at his job, and his curse can't be powered down and tucked into her cloak for later. It follows her out the theater and down the stairs, and there's absolutely nothing she can do about it.
So that means it's time to investigate the pub, right? That's what's this overwhelming sense of impotence and rage means? Search aside, she spends a decent while in there, because as long as she keeps inputting random songs in the jukebox there's something to keep her distracted, and the dart board... She pops over to the art room very briefly, then returns with a bunch of paper and various art supplies, which she sets up at the bartop and proceeds to utilize furiously for the entire afternoon. She's drawing picture after picture of Handsome Jack's face, but specifically dead Handsome Jack, judging from the liberal use of red. Also, there are a few incomplete workups of this guy mixed in there. Several hours into this, Magica has a glass of something non-Disney XD friendly off to the side, untouched, You Oughta Know is positively blaring, and any entrance goes unnoticed for a good long while — until she suddenly whips around, eyes wide with surprise, and says: ]
Couldn't possibly announce yourself or anything, could you?! [ There's a pause where a normal person would probably start to feel bad for snapping. Magica looks back down at her work, holds up a Jack portrait in each hand, and continues in a normal tone of voice, as if she hadn't snapped at all. ] Which one of these do you like for the dartboard?
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pub; cw: allusion to hallucinations
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okay now it's not only cw hallucinations but also ducktales spoilers
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WEDNESDAY
meeting time!!
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
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cw: hallucinations
[Lelouch spent a while in the craft room after the meeting, calmly sewing together whatever garishly bright fabric was available into usable bags. Doing so almost a little too calmly, like he was consciously ignoring everything except the repeated motion of the needle in his hands.]
[It was getting worse, steadily so. Yesterday had been little more than a voice that might have been that of a friend calling out to him. Now it was not only clearer, but distinct words he had heard before. Words he'd chosen to forget, or at least not to think upon any longer.]
['Please, you can't! We may have different mothers, but you and I are still blood!']
[...At some point his hands had stilled, one violet and one scarlet eye coming back into focus to realize he'd stopped working. This was a bad situation--if it kept intensifying like this, Lelouch wasn't even sure himself what he might end up doing.]
[There had to be some way to drown it out or ignore it. So if the TV in the xtreme teen zone was a fair bit louder than usual, the reason was very likely due to the person sitting with his head in his hands trying and failing to think about literally anything else.]
Craft Room -- CW: Reference to Hallucinating
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THURSDAY
CW: The Hallucination Motive
That morning he is walking around the ship during the breaks from sewing bags, holding a camera from the photo lab. Filbo is taking so many photos of everything! Every room gets three or four photos, showing everything he can find. The minigolf gets special attention because he takes pictures of the courses, trying to capture those little pieces of everybody else's worlds. He even takes photos of the clouds]
You know, I'm glad there's a camera. I have a journal, but photos will make everything easier to remember!
[Both the good and the bad. He's going to take so, so many photos he'll need one of his bags to carry them all, hah.
Still, it's not all perfect because the motive. At some point while he's fooling around with the camera he just...stands still. The voices have been cruel -- and it doesn't help that half of them are memories. 'You're truly are as useful as a beaker without a bottom'. 'I knew Filbo wouldn't be able to handle any of this'. 'Shouldn't have given 'im a chance'. Things he imagined his friends would say because he had gone missing when his mayoral term had barely gotten started. Stuff he was ready to face, really.
Then came one he didn't expect to ever hear so clearly:
'As it stands I intend to kill everyone on this entire godforsaken boat'
Filbo gasps loudly and steps back, slamming his back against the wall and looking around. That was one hell of a bitter memory, even though he had already tried to leave it behind. Still, he knew what it meant:
He was starting to hear voices belonging to his friends on the ship mingled with those from home. They were loved ones, after all. Would he hear repudiation from the friends that were still alive? He really didn't want to find out, but it probably was matter of time.
For now there he is, leaning against the wall, eyes wide open, clutching the camera as if he feared it was going to vanish in thin air]
cw: hallucinations
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The nice Camera prompt
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Investigation + cw: auditory hallucinations
Today it's uselessworthlesschild worse.
But it is still a day, and she cannot hide in her room the entire time. Not when youletthemdie she has to take care of herself, and Kissa. She spends the morning in the kitchen, boiling more salmon, some for now and some for an airtight container to stow in her go bag. Thankfully the only horrible thing she can do to unseasoned fish is overboil it, and it's still edible like that. But she's oddly focused on the task. I wonder whycan'tyoufindanythinguseful why?
She's in the Teen Zone later, sitting slumped in a bean bag chair as the tiny TV is turned up as loud as the volume can go. It's just Emily with her this time, sitting in another chair pushed close to Flayn as she holds the doll's hand, and they both ishouldhaveneversavedyou stare into the middle distance.]
...Ugh, this does not help.
[The last place she can be found is the Purple Room - after the meeting yesterday, she is keen to do some of her own personal investigating. She counts the doors, goes through the profiles and counts every name...hm. Hers would be #10. That would make Sara's #20, Lorna's #15, and Lalli's #14. She's going to check her own first, then Sara's and Lorna's to compare the differences and see if she can make out any of those magic runes Yeager mentioned, whisper some words of comfort to them, and then...well. She'd like to take the noonecouldloveathinglikeyou Lallidoll out and look at it, sit with it, maybe talk to it for a little while.]
...Unsure if you can tell I am here, if your spirit is somewhere else. I certainly would not want to harm you on accident. [There's a pause as she betteroffarelicandacrest winces, pressing a hand to her ear, and she turns sharply to glare at the empty air.] Will you not leave me in peace? I expect you to all be screaming at me throughout the night!
[She's going to be squirreling away some dinner before locking herself in Room 2 once she's done, so make sure to wish Flayn a good night before she does!]
purple room; cw: auditory hallucinations for this whole thread probably
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cw: hallucinations, self-medication (it's just melatonin but still!)
No surprise there, since it's getting worse for everyone, but for someone who's been so very blasé about motives that were just as personalized Magica seems to be actually feeling this one. It doesn't look like she's gotten much sleep when she comes shuffling out of her room, Tiffany following at her heels, and heads into the vending machine room. Her eyes are sunken and about as red as yellow can get, her hair in disarray, and she feeds her ridiculous amount of coins into the vending machine with a dull, automatic sort of motion, keeping and tossing the results aside as she sees fit. And after it's all out, and the final token redeemed?
... she just kind of sits with her back against the wall and eats the pizza and donut. Breakfast of champions, baby. Through a mouthful of raspberry jelly, she grumbles at any newcomers: ]
What are you looking at?
[ Afterwards, she grabs a coffee, then lures Tiffany into the casino with her amulet before letting her go hog wild on the Jackbucks and scattering some of the building blocks onto the floor of the elevator to Jack's office. As the money shark roams around, dive-bombing the odd slot machine, Magica watches and mainlines the caffeine. It's not as much of a distraction as she'd hoped, and she's making to leave when something inaudible makes her go rigid with fury. ]
Shut your craven, mimicking mouth before I do it permanently, you pathetic excuse for a curse!
[ She swings her new mace into the slot machine directly behind her, realizes there's someone else here, and glowers while still breathing heavily.
After her explosion, she fully abandons Tiffany in the casino and returns to room 5, where she remains for the rest of the day with one exception. In the late afternoon, she goes to the first aid room and starts trying the lids of sleeping pill bottles, just to be sure none of them have been tampered with, before grabbing whatever's got the weakest dose possible. If anyone else is hanging around: ]
Don't get any big ideas. I'm barricading the door just in case our new friend's been handing out skeleton keys.
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It’s, admittedly, kind of difficult. Maybe he made some bad choices by hitting the movie theater and trying to marathon this goofy looking Star Wars thing in order. Like, the first one is just kind of nothing, so it doesn’t distract him from all the Confess, scoundrel! Just how cheaply did you sell your soul? and the Jasper, you are a traitor to your kingdom, a servant of evil and a threat to the Servant of Light. I sentence you to death! and the Fool! You have surpassed me in wickedness and naught else!
...but then the whole Palpatine thing turns into a can’t look away trainwreck and he ends up watching through the trilogy to the scene where Obi-Wan yells about how Anakin was like his brother and how he loved him and you know what, he feels like he should have left once Palpatine started talking about the tragedy of Darth Plageius the Wise but this is. He’s kinda done, he thinks! No thanks! He doesn’t want to see how things shake out after Anakin catches on fire! Time to leave, looking all ashen-faced and Done!
You know what. That ate up most of the day. He’s gonna see if he can work out how to make himself some fruit sandwiches in the kitchen. It’s actually kind of a process, because while he can figure out the bread and the strawberries and the mandarin oranges and the kiwis, he’s not sure about how to make the icing, and hearing Mordegon berate him in the king’s voice about how soft he’s gotten and how much of a disappointing liability he’s become has left him seated in front of the ingredients he thinks go in there with his face in his hands.]
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Anyway. He finishes his project eventually.
In the afternoon, Data will be walking around the ship with his new backpack! It's pretty large, but Data carries the weight easily enough. There is a sheer, largely transparent section, through which you can see both Spot and Parker peeking out. You can also hear them yelling in impotent fury.]
I am attempting to accustom them to the carrying bag, in case we need to use it quickly later.
[CAT BACKPACK, CAT BACKPACK!
By evening, the cat backpack has been retired. Data is pacing the ship for the start of his patrol, as ever. Here, his distraction is more evident than before - he continues to glance over his shoulder, and occasionally stops to stare off into space for a moment or two. But it's fine. He's fine!]
cw: hallucinations
Eizen, Theodora, Edna, even Aifread... yeah. The gang's all hear, still whispering horrible things in his head. Look at you. You couldn't even save me, what do you think you're going to accomplish?
Late afternoon, he can be found in the ice cream parlor not exactly enjoying himself, but... eating, at least. He gives a friendly wave to anyone who joins him, but otherwise seems a bit too... preoccupied to chat right away.
It's later at night on the deck that he seems more in the mood to talk. While looking out into the clouds, listening to the distant thunder, he sighs.]
Tomorrow's probably it. It doesn't give us enough time to plan anything.
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