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]

I-I have been trying to make bags? But, uh, they're kinda hard to make. If you guys get a lot of those bags from the machine it'd save so much trouble.

[Progress is slow, unfortunately, and it doesn't help he hasn't made them before. His sewing is decent, but this is hard]

The hard part is getting food that'll last a while. I mean, unless you're really into the military rations from the machine, and those aren't that great.

[cethflayn]

The cookies from the machines will not last?

[She's got like, some cookies, some of those sandwich crackers with peanut butter, some knockoff Goldfish crackers.]

[ahelpingpaw]

Well, uh, I guess they will! Hopefully. It's not gonna be a meal but it's better than nothing.

[Very much better than many other options they have to eat in an emergency, that's for sure]

[cethflayn]

...I can keep stockpiling more if we need more.

[She's not going to be able to carry her own bag at this point, it's going to be comical.]

[magycks]

... and the Kraken. Need I really remind you that we haven't a skiff to our name and a legendary sea monster is keeping pace with us as we speak?

[ahelpingpaw]

Hahaha...true. Then again, better to be prepared than to be caught offguard? I dunno.

[She's not wrong, the kraken really is the biggest obstacle here, even if they somehow get a balloon and escape by air or something. The kraken is huge and has long tentacles, really]

[cethflayn]

It only seems to throw us back onto the ship if we are alive and...not involved in the trial.

[magycks]

Tell that to Constantine week one.

[ Still such a fond memory... ]

If we could only get its master to call it off, maybe we'd stand a chance.

[cethflayn]

Well, yes, that is how we found out.

[He didn't get eaten, he's still here, so!]

We would likely stand a better chance of that if we found Mister Davy Jone's heart, if I remember correctly.

[jibunwo]

I can...I can help sew a few, if you need it.

[Lelouch was looking awfully pale, not to mention as distracted as everyone else.]

That's easy enough.

[ahelpingpaw]

C-Can you? You don't look...you don't look too well. I mean, I'm pretty sure I can guess why. Did you manage to fall asleep last night?

[Goodness that really is pale. Filbo is glad he can't get pale or have eyebags like everyone else or else they'd all see his own problems with sleep the night before]

[jibunwo]

I'm fine.

[No, he did not.]

I could use something to do.

[ahelpingpaw]

...I guess you're right, sometimes just having something to do is just what you need.

[Filbo nods]

If you can help then I'll welcome it. Thanks a lot.

[jibunwo]

Of course--it's no problem. If we find a way out of here, we'll have a fair amount of things to carry. So it was good foresight to have considered that.