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

[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...?

[scythegun]

[Honestly, Magica, that's so fair. It'd feel like letting him win, right?? Unacceptable.]

Absolutely. I think I can at least manage to hit him in the eye!

[Darts aren't exactly his area of expertise or anything, but if you can throw a dagger you can throw a dart, probably.]

So which one shall we set up first?

[Which of your lovely pieces of dead Jack media shall have the honor of dying terribly first??]

[magycks]

Mm, tough question... this one.

[ During the course of the ellipses Magica surveys not just the two pictures she's holding, but the entire spread on the top of the bar (including the duck), before just going with the one she's got in her right hand. ]

Admittedly it's more Jack than the other one, but I think it captures that certain something that really made you want to grind his face into a pulp against his own tacky flooring.

[ He's absolutely doing the Dreamworks face. ]

Ooh, maybe we could tape ketchup packets behind vital points. You think Filbo would donate some to the cause?

[scythegun]

Oh, you really did capture it well!

[the dreamworks face is absolutely the perfect target!!]

That would be quite entertaining! I think he'd be more than willing as long as we're kind enough not to tell him just what it's for.

[Filbo would still agree but like, then Yeager would feel marginally bad about being terrible in Filbo's vicinity.]

[magycks]

Good call. You could definitely still get him to say yes, but you know he'll be all dithery about it.

[ So pretty much the thing he just thought, but worse! Please take Dreamworks Jack off her hands, Yeager, you beautiful not-3'9" bastard. ]

Well, maybe later. Personally, I want to see violence enacted on his crude facsimile now.

[scythegun]

Oh, agreed. We'll have plenty of time to prepare the perfect one later, but might as well get some of that frustration out now, ja?

[Hell yeah, he'll accept Dreamworks Jack and move to get that set up on the dartboard! Some darts in the corners will keep it held in place with plenty of room to still aim for his dumb, smirking face.]

Would you like the honor of the first shot?