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

[scythegun]

And yet you somehow don't sound disappointed!

[He knows he's hilarious, Filbo!!!!!]

[ahelpingpaw]

R-Really? I thought my judgmental stare would do the trick.

[Filbo, you wouldn't be able to fake a judgmental stare in those huge violet eyes of yours even if your life depended on it. Also that wasn't a rebuttal of what Yeager just said]

[scythegun]

[He is absolutely thinking the first part of that, but he won't crush Filbo's dreams today!!!]

You'd have better luck if you were to try to argue the point, ja? As it stands, it looks like you're enjoying the joke~!

[ahelpingpaw]

Well, for starters, it relies on, uh, you know, realizing there's something off with the song because what if--if I thought it was just a really long one--that's a three out of ten--!

[Filbo sinks behind the counter, byyyye Yeager]

...I can't do this. Fine. You win, it was good.

[He really feels he should have caught onto the shenanigans earlier, but it's hard to hide that once he did catch on he did find it fun, hah]

[scythegun]

[He's just smirking the entire way through until Filbo finally loses the will to keep going.]

Of course I win, it's an excellent joke. And it only gets funnier the longer it goes on! There's at least another thirteen of these to go.

[hope no one else wanted to use the pub today???]

[ahelpingpaw]

Thirteen?!

[Filbo pops back up, standing up and moving out of the counter. That prank in the jukebox's going to last forever, wow]

Are you gonna spend the whole day sitting there waiting for people to come and find out about this?

[scythegun]

Oh no, certainly not. Half the fun will be leaving it going and see who complains about it later!

[.......no one on this boat deserves this.]

[ahelpingpaw]

They're gonna complain to you. Other than you there's nobody else who would do such a thing.

[Hah! Okay they probably won't but still, most will blame Yeager for this. Who else would they blame? Data?]

[scythegun]

Really? You don't think they'd blame...

[...You know, come to think of it—]

This isn't really Magica's brand of chaos, is it...

[Man, we really are sorely lacking in people who will commit jukebox crimes, aren't we.]

[ahelpingpaw]

Exactly. Too good-natured for her. Also she'd make the jukebox shock you when you try to stop the music.

[Alas, jukebox crimes with only one person to blame them on]

[scythegun]

While that would be entertaining, I don't really have the know-how to make that happen...

[And he's not particularly interested in trying to open up the jukebox and figure out how to make it work.]

Well, I suppose I'll just have to deal with such horrible and blatantly untrue accusations tossed my way.

[ahelpingpaw]

[Anyone trying to open it up probably would accidentally break it and it wouldn't get fixed until the next time loop -- which may be an unavoidable consequence if someone listens to this prank for a little too long anyway, hah. There's a non-zero chance someone smashes that jukebox]

At least most will take it in good stride! I mean, nobody's sour enough to take it badly other than Magica. Even Lelouch would at least tolerate it!

[scythegun]

I'm sure he would be quite cross with me, though.

[But speaking of...]

"Lelouch"... is that his real name? Are we supposed to be calling him that now?

[He sort of forgot to ask Zelouch about it last week...]

[ahelpingpaw]

I guess we are. I wasn't sure if it was meant to be a secret or not, but if he's freely reminding of that during the trial I guess he's leaving 'Zero' behind for now.

[If that's what Lelouch wants, then who is Filbo to say otherwise?]

Lelouch Lamp--, uh, --Lamp-e Rough. Something like that.

[He doesn't remember the pronunciation]

[scythegun]

[Character development is a hell of a thing, so that's fair...]

I'll have to ask him for the exact pronunciation.

[Despite how gleefully he butchers pronouncing most things, he does want to make sure he's not doing it accidentally!!]

It seems we still have a lot to learn about him, ja? Though I suppose that's true of all of us, at least to some extent.

[ahelpingpaw]

I'd ask him too but, uh, I kinda am embarrassed I didn't catch it the first time. I'll figure it out once he says it again whenever I'm nearby.

[Filbo nods with enthusiasm]

We do! But he's opening up, so I guess he's getting more comfortable with us all. He even left some bread to have with the ice cream the other night, so...I guess even the most distant ones among us are starting to let the walls down a little.

[It's not perfect unity, really, but at least Filbo wouldn't say people are making nice anymore just for the sake of appearances, it's far more genuine nowadays]

[scythegun]

If we had any doubts before, they've hopefully been dispelled - it really is us against whatever's in charge here now. We really do need to be willing to work together, even if we don't all get along sometimes.

[It's not going to be easy, but it's not like we have much of a choice at this point.]

[ahelpingpaw]

At this point I really don't think anyone would be willing to do anything that'll hinder us. I mean, after everything that happened after the trial? That just can't happen anymore.

[It's not unreasonably optimistic, all things considered -- evil ghost took control of Jack's corpse, taunted people around and tried to incinerate everyone right away and what not, the only reason they're all alive is because Davy Jones came by. That kind of thing should make even the most reticents among them refuse to play along with the evil ghost.

Ah, one week too early to be saying these things, Filbo, there's one player case left]

[scythegun]

Agreed. I can't see how anyone would be willing to turn against the rest of us at this point. It's us against "the Captain" - as it has been from the very start.

[It just wasn't always easy to see that, and the Captain certainly didn't make it easy even when he wasn't being possessed by... something.

Of course, this is going to be hilarious once the motive happens, but for now they are clearly in the right here!!]

Let's see what all we can find and see if we can come up with a way to put a stop to this.

[ahelpingpaw]

It's such a strange bunch of rooms this time. Why a waterpark when it's not even sunny outside anymore?

[...]

Oh. To mock us. That must be it.

[Probably, no? In which case thanks a lot, ghost cap'n, that was rude]

[scythegun]

Oh, absolutely. He would have given it to us earlier if they thought it would be used for murder.

[But instead we got... a bunch of other weird shit. It took us awhile to murder anyone with the roller coaster, so this scans.]

Not that I really have much of an interest in that one specifically... but the armory is nice! Oh, and there's the room that the purple key unlocked— Actually, you may not want to go see that one.

[ahelpingpaw]

You may be one of the few that'd call an armory 'nice'. But...I guess it won't hurt to take a look. I lost the spear a few weeks ago, may as well replace it with...something else.

[Something he can grip and not lose in embarrassing incidents with Alice and fire]

...why? What's in that room?

[scythegun]

Oh, you should have mentioned it! I've got plenty of weapons from the vending machine if you'd like something to replace it.

[yeager does not actually need the armory, he's been hoarding weapons this whole damn game.]

That room is... well, it seems to be... some sort of memorial toward all of us, I suppose? It's rather morbid. There are essentially coffins in there for each of us, though there aren't any bodies or anything of the sort.

[He'll give more detailed info during the next meeting, but poor Filbo does not need to wander in there and panic!!]

[ahelpingpaw]

[Oh, a room full of coffins for all of them. Charming. Judging by the face Filbo makes, he's definitely not going in there]

...grrrreat! Now that one definitely is meant to rattle us all.

[In which case it was successfully done, Filbo is definitely rattled. Welp. Once the details at the meeting come out he'll feel somewhat less spooked out about it in general because hey, it's not a taunt in the form of 'this is where I'll shove you all once you're all dead, suckers', but for now? He's definitely staying away]

Really? Got any weapons that have, uh, have some reach? I'm pretty sure the closer I am to anything attacking me, the worse it'll be for me. For obvious reasons.

[He once punched Constantine because Constantine asked him to and it proved keeping his distance and running away will definitely do more to keep him alive than fighting, hah]

[scythegun]

I think there may be more to it than that... but I'll be sure to let everyone know what I found at the meeting.

[Anyway, onto more pleasant topics. Weapons!!!]

I have a couple of extra spears, if you'd like another of those. Alternatively, I have quite a few of those devices capable of shooting electricity...

[tasers. he means tasers.]