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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. ]
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[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?
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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.