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]

Hmm. I feel like the epithets would have mentioned if he had a really annoying laugh.

[ SAID THE BIGGEST OF ALL HYPOCRITES ]

[scouserer]

You'd think, but who knows? Needless to say, I feel more confident in claiming that this bastard's a demon or ghost of some breed.

[magycks]

Uh-huh, uh-huh. And what kind of person was he when he was alive, would you say?

cw: swearing???

[scouserer]

[Constantine thinks for a moment....]

A cunt.

[cethflayn]

[Flayn just sort of. Presses her mouth closed real tight and her eyes go wide in a kind of, "Oh, that's a bad word, uh oh" sort of expression.

Definitely not gonna say that one.]

[magycks]

Wow, in front of the children and everything, okay.