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. ]

Comments

[ahelpingpaw]

[Nine people left. This ship is so empty nowadays. Filbo really misses the times when you could go anywhere on the ship and find a person around, but nowadays you can go to any room around and be alone for like twelve hours. It's not just because he's a social butterfly through and through, it's more because it's a reminder a lot of people have died. Filbo stares up at the clouds, unable to shake the feeling things are going to end soon, one way or another. Well, at least this time there's a warning, he should be glad about that.

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!

pub

[scouserer]

[Constantine has mostly just been spacing out in the pub--just grabbing whatever drinks from Jimmy Buffett's bar and bringing them down there. He snaps back to attention when Filbo speaks up, and he looks towards him, a small smile on his face.]

Sure, why not? Been a few months since I've done this. Better than sitting around and feeling nothing but impending doom.

[He gets up from his seat, stretching and rolling his shoulders.]

Well, I mean, impending doom has kind of been the theme of the last few weeks, but it feels a lot...worse, for some reason.

[ahelpingpaw]

[Filbo looks happy to have someone to play with. Here, Constantine, have darts! Looks like Filbo wants you to go first so he can see in how much trouble he may or not be playing against John, hah]

I know, right? I was looking outside and things are getting kinda dicey. This isn't gonna last for much longer. I'm expecting the ship to start sinking or something in a day or two.

[Frankly once endgame comes he'll be surprised it took eleven days to get there]

At least we got a warning this is all gonna be over, right? Better that than getting caught unprepared!

[scouserer]

[Constantine scoops up a handful of darts and aims towards the board. He takes three shots--most of them kind of scattered across the board. Nothing terrible, but nothing to write home about, either.]

If not from the storm, from whatever battle Davy and "the Captain" are waging below deck.

[He takes another shot--this one dings off the side and falls to the floor.]

The thing is, I don't know how to be prepared. I always have a plan in mind--or, well, I usually do--and now, face to face with what can only be described from a demon from hell....

[He trails off, running a hand through his hair.]

[ahelpingpaw]

[Filbo definitely is relieved he does have a chance after all! Great! He aims with the darts, taking his time before throwing them]

I dunno either, but I'm preparing stuff! You know, in case we need to get outta here in a hurry. Uh, I dunno if I'll have nine of them ready in time; I'll just try anyway. I know if we have to leave the ship it probably means we're...not gonna return home, but better that than dying, right?

[Something needs to be done and that's what matters here. May as well use the time all these forewarnings have given them]

I know running away won't stop that thing, but if it's after our lives, surviving should delay disaster for a while or...whatever it's trying to do.

[scouserer]

[Constantine watches as Filbo takes shots at the dartboard, his arms crossed as he lingers.]

Nice shot!

[He seems to mean that, genuinely.]

Living another day to escape's better than anything, I reckon. What are you preparing, anyways? Is there any way that I might be able to help? I mean...I'm just an old con man, so s'not like I can contribute with any real skills.

[If he sounds self-deprecating, it's at his own expense.]

[ahelpingpaw]

[Encouraged, Filbo makes another two throws, very clearly not hitting where he was aiming -- but somehow bumbling into decent scores, hah. It's a good thing the wedges on the higher end of the 10s are near the ones he was aiming for]

Nothing too impressive, just...stuff to be able to survive out there in the open sea for a while? Or on deserted land for a while? It's not really much because it's hard to find the right stuff here on this ship, but I'm trying.

[Food that will last for a while being the main problem. So far he has gathered military rations from the vending machine and oh boy those are not a fun time]

[scouserer]

[Constantine nods slowly, scratching the stubble on his chin.]

It's still smart. If we plan on gettin' out of here with out skins intact, we're gonna have to plan for what escape might look like.

[A pause.]

That is, uh, if the kraken doesn't try to stop us. But we'll have to deal with things as they come, I suppose. Just as we've always done.

[ahelpingpaw]

That's true, that kraken's gonna be a problem no matter how we try to get away unless Davy Jones is on our side. Which...isn't impossible?

[Filbo shrugs]

He did save our lives, you know. There's hope when it's about Davy Jones helping us if we manage to give him the chance.

[Probably. At least Davy Jones has some leeway despite being under the thing's orders, it seems. Otherwise it wouldn't have been able to tell everybody to go to the elevator and all -- he didn't lock it and force everybody stay in the trial room or something]

crafting room

[ltcommandroid]

Only generally.

[But Data's pretty good spatially, so he can probably figure out how to put a bag together regardless? He tilts his head at the fabric for a moment.]

Why are you making bags?

[ahelpingpaw]

Ah, I thought maybe--you know, having some way of being ready in case we need to make a hasty exit would be good! But for that we'd need a way to carry stuff, so that's where I'm starting.

[Well, if he had to be honest he'd say they'd need a lifeboat to get off the ship in the first place, geez, but Filbo sure won't be able to make a lifeboat, haha]

It's just to try to be ready, in case something happens. Better to be caught prepared to some extent!

[ltcommandroid]

...I suppose so.

[Data definitely thinks we should be worrying about a lifeboat first, but yeah, alright.]

I do not personally have many belongings I care to bring, but having a convenient way to carry Parker and Spot could be for the best.

[ahelpingpaw]

[If there was time he'd definitely float to others the idea of building a lifeboat somehow but hah, Filbo is pretty sure it's only matter of two, maybe three days before whatever's coming happens. If he's still alive next week he'll be so surprised it hasn't happened yet, hah]

That's...gonna be even tougher -- but necessary. There's no way we're leaving the cats behind.

[The cats have done nothing wrong and didn't deserve to be brought into murdercruise in the first place so he feels so bad for them, save the innocent animals]

[ltcommandroid]

[Data nods.]

I suppose I will start on that. [He stands and goes to look for some thicker fabric to contain Catte.] I believe I can draw a simple design for a backpack, if you would like.

[ahelpingpaw]

Oh, please do! I don't think making anything too complicated's gonna work, anyway. I'm actually kinda good at handy stuff? But I wouldn't dare to go overboard with it, hahaha!

[He has been taking a look at the threads available, trying to figure out if any was stronger than the others -- pretty much judging by thickness, really]

I'm just glad that if anything bad's coming it wasn't right away. I mean, you saw the clouds outside, right? It feels like at any moment it'll be a monsoon right on our boat.

[If there will be some major disaster to face, it's good they have some forewarning, really. This year he has seen twice natural disasters wrecking the place he lives in one way or another, a third one in the form of a storm is clearly a pattern saying fate is out to get him]

[ltcommandroid]

[Data nods; he'll find some paper and a pencil and start sketching.]

I did. I do not believe our new captain will be as willing to wait on our actions as the last.

[ahelpingpaw]

He won't -- but I'm a little surprised it hasn't tried to do anything so far. I mean...it's been two days and there's been nothing new other than the clouds and the places. If I didn't remember what happened last trial I'd think Jack was still in charge.

crafting room

[guffawsungraciously]

[Oh, hey, sup roomie. He does kind of squint at the sewing machines, though...]

I have only really done things by hand or with a fun-sized forge, so I would not be much help in using those machines.

[ahelpingpaw]

Honestly I'd feel more comfortable sewing by hand anyway. These things, uh, they're common use? But I have never used them before.

[Filbo shrugs]

I guess as long as the job's done it doesn't matter how long it takes, right? I mean, the machines probably just are to make it quicker.

[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?

[ahelpingpaw]

I can already picture how it'd be like if I tried to use this machine: stitches all across the fabric, nothing really joined together, and somehow a few knots all over the place.

[Better to be go with what he's comfortable, Jasper is right. Where are the needles, again? Welp, time to find them]

[guffawsungraciously]

I suppose we could ask if anyone knows how to use them if they could instruct us. Though, we are, perhaps, somewhat pressed for time...

[who knows what the ship being haunted is going to lead to...]

[ahelpingpaw]

I don't think either of us is gonna get good with this machine before the ship's wrecked by...haunted lightning? Spooky storms? [...] ...ghastly downpours...? I dunno what's brewing out there, but it's close.

[Maybe the thing possessing Jack's corpse is actively drawing the clouds closer, in which case this ship will suffer the consequences in no time at all!

More like in eleven IC days, hah. That it comes slowly also makes it eerie, that's for sure, but Filbo will wake up every day being like 'wait the ship is still intact?']

[guffawsungraciously]

True enough... I was originally hoping that was more ominous for Jack than for us, but I imagine that it is the responsibility of the current occupant of his body more than anything...

[SIGH......]

[ahelpingpaw]

[Sigh indeed. Alas, it was nice to have sun while it lasted]

...the only good thing is that it means this all will be over? One way or another? Better that than having to wait forever...I guess?

[Sure is stressful that it's going to be over! But it's an ending and that's what matters. All they have to do is survive the ending and they'll be a-okay.

Possibly]