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. ]

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[magycks]

Don't you at least me...!

[ Apparently the last bit was more offensive than anything else? Like always, the second her doing anything vaguely less than awful comes up, she goes on the defensive. Unlike always, a voice only Magica can hear echoes through the subsequent dead air, as calm and sardonic as her own voice was loud and unhinged. Her jaw clenches.

Then she sets down the other piece of paper, rips the left-hand Jack portrait in half, and starts shredding the two pieces into confetti. You know, to calm down! ]

Look, I don't care if talking down to me is your own little coping mechanism, I am not in the mood.

[scouserer]

Oh, I'm flattered you'd think that you'd be the subject of my coping mechanisms. But the truth is, I'm just a bastard through and through. Honestly, I thought you'd know this by now.

[His tone is calm and flat as he speaks. He stands up a little straighter, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side.

You're a real cunt, John, you know that? I mean, I knew you were always a bastard, but do you truly not have anything better to do than try and provoke people to have an excuse to get mad?

No. No he does not. Really, at this stage, the voices are just pathetic.]

Are you good at darts, then?

okay now it's not only cw hallucinations but also ducktales spoilers

[magycks]

[ Unfortunately, having only felt guilt for one thing in her entire life, which she then immediately redirected onto someone else, Magica is uniquely ill-equipped to deal with getting negged by a twisted refraction of the one person she ever listened to to begin with. She tosses the remaining scraps of paper into the air before her and glares at them as they drift to the floor.

Well, he's got a point, sister dear.

Shut up, Poe. ]

Oh, sorry. Hate to make you think I was assigning you undue importance, I'm sure you'd be just as disparaging to the other green one. Why don't you stand still and find out?

[ You're just setting yourself up for failure when you miss, you know. You were always good at that without someone to rein you in. Funny, isn't it? You thought I was holding you back, and look at you now.

Shut up, Poe. ]

[scouserer]

[Constantine has no idea what Magica means when she says "the other green one", but he can probably wager a healthy guess. Still, curiosity killed the cat and all that, and that doesn't stop him from making the very stupid mistake of asking Magica--]

I'm sorry, you're tellin' me that there's more than one green duck obsessed with magic in your world? Are they just as dramatic as you are?

[This is probably incredibly, incredibly stupid of him to continue goading her like this.]

[magycks]

[ In a classic Magica move, an attempt to be spiteful (Constantine didn't like when she called Chloe the blue one; Flayn is the only other person with a heavily green color scheme left now that Reika's gone; maybe if she just refers to her euphemistically that'll piss him off) comes back to immediately kick her in the fluffy green ass! Her bill falls open as she stares at him. ]

Wait, how did you know that? Can you hear him too?

[scouserer]

[Sometimes, you accidentally roll a nat 20 in perception when you completely forget the hair color of another whole ass passenger on the ship???? John Constantine, everybody.]

Well, I didn't know 'til you said that-- [and he forgot that flayn existed] --but now I do.

[He crosses his arms, looking...somewhat less smug than before.]

So, the other guy--I'm assumin' he's a guy, given you've said "him"--what's he like? Probably not as nasty as whatever the Captain's pretending to whisper into your brain.

[magycks]

[ It turns out that when a green duck goes pale, you can kind of tell? Or maybe it's just the vibe, or the instant in time where her face looks both stricken and embarrassed, that convey that. But then she's angry again, a natural and merciful shift in mood for her. ]

No. [ Her volume rises steadily as she continues. ] No! You think you can just say whatever you like and then casually ask questions, as if you haven't just insulted me?! It's never going to work, genius.