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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cw: hallucinations, self-medication (it's just melatonin but still!)

[magycks]

[ It's getting worse.

No surprise there, since it's getting worse for everyone, but for someone who's been so very blasé about motives that were just as personalized Magica seems to be actually feeling this one. It doesn't look like she's gotten much sleep when she comes shuffling out of her room, Tiffany following at her heels, and heads into the vending machine room. Her eyes are sunken and about as red as yellow can get, her hair in disarray, and she feeds her ridiculous amount of coins into the vending machine with a dull, automatic sort of motion, keeping and tossing the results aside as she sees fit. And after it's all out, and the final token redeemed?

... she just kind of sits with her back against the wall and eats the pizza and donut. Breakfast of champions, baby. Through a mouthful of raspberry jelly, she grumbles at any newcomers: ]

What are you looking at?

[ Afterwards, she grabs a coffee, then lures Tiffany into the casino with her amulet before letting her go hog wild on the Jackbucks and scattering some of the building blocks onto the floor of the elevator to Jack's office. As the money shark roams around, dive-bombing the odd slot machine, Magica watches and mainlines the caffeine. It's not as much of a distraction as she'd hoped, and she's making to leave when something inaudible makes her go rigid with fury. ]

Shut your craven, mimicking mouth before I do it permanently, you pathetic excuse for a curse!

[ She swings her new mace into the slot machine directly behind her, realizes there's someone else here, and glowers while still breathing heavily.

After her explosion, she fully abandons Tiffany in the casino and returns to room 5, where she remains for the rest of the day with one exception. In the late afternoon, she goes to the first aid room and starts trying the lids of sleeping pill bottles, just to be sure none of them have been tampered with, before grabbing whatever's got the weakest dose possible. If anyone else is hanging around: ]

Don't get any big ideas. I'm barricading the door just in case our new friend's been handing out skeleton keys.

Vending Machine

[ahelpingpaw]

[...what's one even supposed to say to this? Wow, someone looks like she didn't get much sleep either. Filbo at least can make himself look presentable to hide the signs of exhaustion because hey, a probably former mayor has to look good for the public, but wow Magica certainly couldn't]

...uh...I never thought I'd see you like this.

[Lack of sleep sure wrecks anybody, huh]

[magycks]

[ In lieu of an immediate response, Magica absolutely mcfucking crams the rest of the donut into her mouth, chews less than she should, and swallows. How one gets a smear of donut filling on one's upper lip when that lip is a bill is anyone's guess, but it sure does look like blood for a second before she wipes it off violently with the back of her hand! ]

Gee, thanks.

[ahelpingpaw]

[Magica doing that was a choking hazard wow. Welp, this is definitely not a great time for anyone]

I figure you don't need any help because you can handle this all by yourself, so I'm not gonna offer, b-but, uh, you're not gonna fall apart now of all times, are you?

[Magica among the last nine, who'd have thought this day would come. Still, Filbo very clearly is trying to keep the friendliness on the low because Magica definitely wouldn't appreciate the concern but at the same time he asks that as if he has to confirm Magica isn't going to snap and kill someone]

[magycks]

[ She blinks wearily, glares upwards, and snaps: ]

Silence. [ Like that's going to stop literally any of this! Her focus returns to Filbo. ] Oh, I see what this is. You're worried I'm going to snap, is that it? That the nonstop goading of my fake family is going to propel me into finally enacting one of the numerous murder plots I've been workshopping for the last two months?

[ ... ]

... Well, it's not! I'm going to wait this incentive out just like the other six times, so stick that in your... grump pipe, which is probably a bug too, and smoke it.

[ahelpingpaw]

........

[Filbo closes his eyes because wow, that was loaded with quite a tidbit about the nature of the things Magica is hearing in her head, goodness. It had been a while since someone had taken snipes at his person. Had almost forgotten how it felt when a non-hallucination did that, hah]

...ouch.

[Give him a moment to take a deep breath]

...well, if you can say all that then you really are fine! Probably. Sorry, I did get worried because -- I mean it, you look terrible right now. And not in the way you probably want.

[magycks]

[ As if she's heard and processed literally nothing else he just said or did, Magica bristles (or, okay, fluffs up angrily) and leans forward to shout. ]

You look terrible right now!

[ Then she stops, groans, and lets her full weight fall back against the wall. ]

Don't tell the others you saw me like this... I mean, unless it comes up tomorrow when someone inevitably dies. Because it won't be me who's done it, and I'm not holding out all this time just to die in a mass execution.

[ahelpingpaw]

O-Oh, oh no--

[Getting told he looks terrible is actually taken as if that's a truth and not Magica hitting back with his own words, hah! Filbo blinks, surprised, and starts trying to smooth the fur around his face, as if he had missed it all when he tried to make himself not look as tired as he is]

There's no way I'm telling anybody any of this! It's--uh, it's a secret forever. All of it, never happened.

[Even if he has to tell he sure is going to lie about she was faring, goodness. Especially because what's this about your fake family, Magica, that sounds like a beartrap about to leap onto anyone who foolishly tries to ask, which means he's tempted to some extent]

If you say you won't I have no choice but to believe it. But what was that about numerous murder plots? You really had a lot of those already prepared?

[magycks]

[ She seems almost offended by him needing to ask! ]

I'm a fell sorceress with multiple nemeses whose graves I want to dance on, of course I have murder plots ready to go. I mean, not all of the specifics apply, since the whole point is to destroy them with the whole world as witness to my power? But the bare bones are there.

first aid

[ltcommandroid]

Of course.

[Anyway, let's be real: if Data wanted to break into someone's room and kill them while they slept, he could've easily done it at any time.]

Nonetheless, please make sure that you do not overdose - those pills are designed for use on humans. [who are like, much larger on average]

[magycks]

Well-aware. I'm not my ex-roommate — I know how milligrams work.

[ltcommandroid]

Good. I am sorry that you are struggling with the incentive as well.

[because, like, clearly you are]

[magycks]

Oh, what do you care? The sooner it happens, the sooner this is over.

[ltcommandroid]

[Data blinks, looking a little surprised. Sure, they aren't particular friends; he isn't really that sure Magica has friends, generally speaking. Even if she did, he does not approve of much of her behavior. But none of it bothers him in a personal way, and even if it did:]

You are a part of our group, Magica. I do not wish for any harm to come to you.

[magycks]

Harm is coming to me right now!

[ That was raw-sounding enough that even she recognizes it as off! However, knowing this just annoys her more, so it's a net negative. ]

... And to "our group" in general — which, thanks but no thanks, I claim no affiliation with. We're nine passengers on the same death cruise, and now I'm invested in not killing any of you out of sheer spite, and that is it.

[ltcommandroid]

I understand. Regardless, we are all literally in the same boat.

[Magica, being nine passengers on the same death cruise makes you definitionally part of the same group]

Is there anything I can do to help you? [he's asked everyone else if they wanna talk about it, but like, he's not THAT much of an idiot]

[magycks]

[ Her grip on the pill bottle tightens. ]

That depends, actually! You feel like offing someone who's not me? Because that's the only thing that's going to get to the root of the problem, and Thursday night's kind of traditional at this point.

[ltcommandroid]

I am afraid I cannot help you in that manner.

[which, c'mon, we all knew that]

But you are correct. This incentive does not have a deadline, but I still expect tonight to be the most dangerous.