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unknownseas2021-03-14 03:19 am
bathymetric) wrote in unknownseas2021-03-14 03:19 am
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. ]
CW: yup, talking about motive over here
[Filbo presses a paw against his head, a particularly strong rebuke to his personality having echoed right then. Ugh, this is unbearable]
...you know what, change of plans. There must be a way to stop the voices for just a moment. What if in that place Yeager found Sylvando's doll there are some with all of us hidden in there, and that's what's causing all of this?
[Fine, if the Captain's motive is stopping them from achieving something productive, then may as well try to direct that energy against the motive itself! Somehow. Because if that's impossible then...then really, they're done for]
no subject
no subject
Right, that'd be--seriously dangerous.
[And knowing the Captain, if they do something wrong it'd count as a murder and there'd be a trial. Really, that's a given]
Then maybe not that...but there must be some way to do this! It can't be there's...no choice but to endure it, is there?
no subject
no subject
[This is maddening. Even though Filbo sure would like to see everyone alive, there's no time limit for this spell and it'll get worse the longer it goes. It really is matter of time before murder happens]
Take care even though it's not Thursday, okay? Don't let anyone attack you.