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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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[He grabs the strip of white on the end of the photograph and begins fanning it. Every so often, he checks it, until he seems satisfied and presents it to Flayn. The photo is still somewhat dark, but as the seconds pass, it seems to grow more and more clear....]
See? Just like that!
[He offers Flayn a surprisingly pleasant grin.]
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This is - this is a true wonder! The portrait is so true to life, and it appeared so quickly! I-
[There's a hitch in her breath as something sort of. Gently dawns on her.]
I - I wish we had this earlier on.
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[Constantine's face falls ever so slightly when he realizes what Flayn means. After a moment's hesitation, he gathers himself up and offers Flayn another grin--this time, the corners of his mouth seem a little widely stretched. He nudges her ever so slightly, then gestures towards the camera.]
Well, you know what they say--no time like the present, eh? You and I could take a picture, if you'd like. But make sure to get my good side, alright?
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Can we? I - but we have to look through the view-finder, yes? How do we look through it if we are taking a picture of ourselves?
[Constantine are you going to tell her about selfies]
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Anyways, he grins, gesturing for Flayn to hand over the camera.]
Oh, you don't have to look through the viewfinder. If you'd like, you can point it at yourself and press the button--though, you might get some variable results.
[Smartphones have really shitty photo-taking qualities in 2004, so Constantine is more familiar with this method of selfies, anyways.]
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[Offers the camera back!]
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[Fun fact--I just realized that Flayn is a solid foot smaller than Constantine based on her profile! Constantine positions the camera best he can, leaning in close to Flayn and crouching down slightly so that both of their faces can get in the shot.]
Smile for the camera, love.
[Click! Whrrrrrr......
Out comes a Polaroid, which Constantine promptly hands over to Flayn to watch as it develops. It's probably tilted and slightly off-center, but it's...fine?]
There you go! See how that looks.
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But she stands on her tiptoes as much as she can so Constantine doesn't have to crouch too much, and gives a very subdued version of her usual smile. She takes the polaroid when given to her, waiting, waiting...]
...Oh my goodness, that is us!
[It's a little slanted, but it looks like Constantine got 'em both in frame!]
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[He tilts his head to the side, an almost fond expression on his face.]
Keep it safe, will you?
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[Into the go bag, tucked into her book of fables it shall go!]
Oh, but I must be sure to capture everyone else's likenesses as well. It would not be fair. [Does Magica even want her picture taken? Who knows, man.]
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Y'know, you could probably go and make a photo album. I mean...you probably wouldn't necessarily want to remember the things that happened here, but maybe remembering the people might help.
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["That Time I Was Kidnapped to Participate In A Murder Cruise And Met A Bunch Of Friends Along The Way"?]
Lots of people spend ages scrapbooking--you know, all to preserve memories and pass 'em down to other people.
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