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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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Then your everyday life is exhausting. I have seen all this about magic and curses and everything for just around a month and I already know I want to never see any of it ever again.
[Magica talking to him about that sort of thing with accursed dummies, bloody revenge murals, castles in the shape of your face, and all that? Also helped make it all seem like a lot of trouble]
You really deserve a break. Maybe if everything ends on a high note you could try to take a break for a few days somewhere magic won't torment you. I'd offer you my world but, uh, I dunno if you'd be able to go back to yours? And also a member of a new sapient species appearing all of a sudden would be the news of the decade, so that wouldn't really be a vacation for you.
[Unless he's fine spending a few days in Filbo's home with no possibility of going outside, in which case there's no objection from Filbo, really]
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Believe me, what I wouldn't give for a proper night's rest for the first time in fifty years.
[It's always been nightmares, magical crises, and more. He's gotten used to it, sure, but just because he's gotten used to it doesn't mean it's any more pleasant. And, as much as he hates to admit it, he's not getting any younger. He leans against the billiards table.]
And, hey, maybe a vacation with a bunch of fuzzy Grumpuses...Grumpus?...is just what I need. Sure beats a cruise ship filled with murder, or someone angrily shouting my name in a local pub to try and square up....
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[Filbo sounds amused]