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

[ahelpingpaw]

Got any big plans for the future already?

[Looks like Filbo still is talking as if having decided they'll survive and return home. What can he say, he's an optimist]

[scythegun]

[That gets a laugh out of him, but truly, the optimism is appreciated. He's found himself relying on it more and more as well, because at least if you can fake it, you may eventually make it.]

I wouldn't say they're big plans, but I do intend to go home and reunite with my daughters! There's quite a bit I need to tell them and apologize for... And after that, I think I'll work on some reforms within Leviathan's Claw. Not that I've been doing a bad job running the guild, of course, it's just that there's plenty I can improve on, and I'd like to support them as best I can.

What about you, Filbo?

[ahelpingpaw]

That's right! There's always room for improvement. And surely you're still strong as always, you're gonna be able to stay in charge for so many years to come they're gonna want nobody else.

[If someone tried to usurp the top spot Filbo has no doubt Yeager will swoop by and claim it back in no time at all. Probably. Guilds have started to sound like a sort of cutthroat organization, Terce Lumireis is such a tough place]

I'm...not sure? I mean, I doubt I can be the mayor anymore if any time has passed. There's no way I'm gonna be able to explain any of this to the public. But after taking a long break and, well, trying to explain to my friends why I went missing, I guess...I'll find some other way to help out. Being a mayor can't be the only way, you know! Other than that I have no idea.

[Politics probably won't work anymore, but hey, he'll figure something out. At least he sounds sure he can]

[scythegun]

[The first part gets a nod; he's certainly confident in that much, at least!! As for Filbo's plans...]

Ja, I think that's reasonable. You've proven that you don't need to be a leader to help - you're plenty helpful as it is! While I do think your friends would be more understanding of it in time, it may be a good idea to set your sights on something new to explore!

[Just so you aren't disappointed if everyone else isn't willing to give you another shot at being mayor...]

No matter what it is you end up doing, I'm sure you'll be just fine. You're very resilient, Filbo!