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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: hallucinations
It’s, admittedly, kind of difficult. Maybe he made some bad choices by hitting the movie theater and trying to marathon this goofy looking Star Wars thing in order. Like, the first one is just kind of nothing, so it doesn’t distract him from all the Confess, scoundrel! Just how cheaply did you sell your soul? and the Jasper, you are a traitor to your kingdom, a servant of evil and a threat to the Servant of Light. I sentence you to death! and the Fool! You have surpassed me in wickedness and naught else!
...but then the whole Palpatine thing turns into a can’t look away trainwreck and he ends up watching through the trilogy to the scene where Obi-Wan yells about how Anakin was like his brother and how he loved him and you know what, he feels like he should have left once Palpatine started talking about the tragedy of Darth Plageius the Wise but this is. He’s kinda done, he thinks! No thanks! He doesn’t want to see how things shake out after Anakin catches on fire! Time to leave, looking all ashen-faced and Done!
You know what. That ate up most of the day. He’s gonna see if he can work out how to make himself some fruit sandwiches in the kitchen. It’s actually kind of a process, because while he can figure out the bread and the strawberries and the mandarin oranges and the kiwis, he’s not sure about how to make the icing, and hearing Mordegon berate him in the king’s voice about how soft he’s gotten and how much of a disappointing liability he’s become has left him seated in front of the ingredients he thinks go in there with his face in his hands.]
kitchen
[She's really only here to pick up some "already boiled to hell" salmon to suchwretchedcookingyourmotherwouldbeashamed bring Kissa for dinner, but. Poor Jasper, just sitting there like that. All sad. With fruit, even.]
Do you need some help?
[Not, like. In cooking. But if we find a can of ReddiWhip or something we can just go with that, right?]
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[Such a shame. I believed you had so much promise, Jasper. You cannot even rely on yourself?]
Do you know how to make whipped cream.
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There is something called that in a canister in the fridge. Would that suffice? Or must it absolutely be made by hand?
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You know...
I will take it. It will probably be fine.
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I think they are operated by shaking the bottle and then pressing on the nozzle.
[The pressure being released makes a scary noise but it's worth it]
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[He'll shake the bottle a bit and spray it into a bowl.
...then he'll take a spoon and then try it out.]
Hm. It is a little thin, but I suppose it will do if the fruit holds the structure up.