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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morning

[magycks]

[ Magica is leaving her room with a spear, looking in general tired and agitated. When Data speaks, she cocks her head to the side and considers it for all of three seconds. ]

... Sure, why not.

[ And she just... instantly hits a pose that looks something like this? Like, there is no thought put into this at all, it's just 0 to villainous vamping without a shred of self-consciousness. The wildly oversized spear stands in for the staff. ]

Where's the other one, then? [ She means Jasper. ]

[ltcommandroid]

I am not sure. We are going to compare our photographs during the development process.

[He'll snap one off of that, then!]

Have you done this often?

[magycks]

Oh, you know, when you're a worldwide menace and the bitterest foe of the richest duck in the world there tend to be news cameras about. Vultures, really.

[ltcommandroid]

[............he's gotta ask]

Literally?

[magycks]

Huh? [ She has the audacity to actually look surprised by the question. ] Oh. No, not more than anyone else. If they're going to embody the pun, they usually go into finance.

[ltcommandroid]

[Data tilts his head. That's not really significantly less weird.]

Are such distinctions common in your society?

[magycks]

... Wait, what distinctions? I might have lost the plot on this one.

[ltcommandroid]

Different species taking particular jobs.

[magycks]

Ah. No, not particularly, my nemesis' board of directors just happens to be exclusively buzzards.