unknownseas | 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.

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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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[Tuesday, after the "Captain" called them together, it was just her name. Her father's voice, the barest of whispers on the wind. Wednesday, it was her father, her mother, her uncles and aunt. They were calling out to her. Begging her to help them. Begging her to hide again, asking why she did not help them.

Today it's uselessworthlesschild worse.

But it is still a day, and she cannot hide in her room the entire time. Not when youletthemdie she has to take care of herself, and Kissa. She spends the morning in the kitchen, boiling more salmon, some for now and some for an airtight container to stow in her go bag. Thankfully the only horrible thing she can do to unseasoned fish is overboil it, and it's still edible like that. But she's oddly focused on the task. I wonder whycan'tyoufindanythinguseful why?

She's in the Teen Zone later, sitting slumped in a bean bag chair as the tiny TV is turned up as loud as the volume can go. It's just Emily with her this time, sitting in another chair pushed close to Flayn as she holds the doll's hand, and they both ishouldhaveneversavedyou stare into the middle distance.]

...Ugh, this does not help.

[The last place she can be found is the Purple Room - after the meeting yesterday, she is keen to do some of her own personal investigating. She counts the doors, goes through the profiles and counts every name...hm. Hers would be #10. That would make Sara's #20, Lorna's #15, and Lalli's #14. She's going to check her own first, then Sara's and Lorna's to compare the differences and see if she can make out any of those magic runes Yeager mentioned, whisper some words of comfort to them, and then...well. She'd like to take the noonecouldloveathinglikeyou Lallidoll out and look at it, sit with it, maybe talk to it for a little while.]

...Unsure if you can tell I am here, if your spirit is somewhere else. I certainly would not want to harm you on accident. [There's a pause as she betteroffarelicandacrest winces, pressing a hand to her ear, and she turns sharply to glare at the empty air.] Will you not leave me in peace? I expect you to all be screaming at me throughout the night!

[She's going to be squirreling away some dinner before locking herself in Room 2 once she's done, so make sure to wish Flayn a good night before she does!]

[It seems that Constantine has decided to make a visit to this strange place, himself--though, today, there isn't that familiar overconfidence that exudes from him. No matter how much one may be used to the constant, incessant harassment of those that have died from your mistakes, those that you could have saved, three days of this is enough to wrack Constantine with a sort of deep exhaustion that seeps through his nerves.

He has to focus, for the sake of everyone else on this ship. He has to remember that no matter what they throw at him, it isn't real. It's what he'd say to himself, not so much what those people might say to him.

Perhaps that's what makes it so much worse when he sees Flayn's outburst. He stops in the doorframe, and for a moment, he wants to turn away. It's not his problem.

No. He should help.]

Ah. You and I had the same idea to check on this...morgue that isn't a morgue.

[A pause.]

Do you want me to leave? I could leave, if you'd like.

[Flayn just. Stills. She's got the Lalli doll with her, she's just holding it while she talks to it, it's not anything too whataweirdo weird, but. It feels like she's been caught doing something wrong. Her face goes red.]

Oh...no. Maybe...maybe it is better not to be alone, right now. [tootrustingthisishowicaughtyou] So please, do not go.

[Just going to put Lalli's doll back in its little, uh, container thing...carefully. Even if she can't snuff the candles or smudge the runes, she would like to take care with them.]

[Constantine nods, carefully entering the room. After a moment, he moves to look at the container with his corresponding number on it--#13.]

Lucky me.

[Luck? You want to talk about luck? There's nothing lucky about you surviving this long--no, everyone else had to take the fall for you. They are consumed, eviscerated just by straying into your orbit. Parasite. Leech--

He opens the door and peaks in. As predicted, the compartment is empty. He turns back to face Flayn, and, after a pause, decides to sit cross-legged on the ground. Why not?]

I take it the Captain's will has not been kind to you, particularly.

[Evidenced by her literally screaming at the air. I would've thought that you would've already figured out that no matter what you do, you'll always fail, fail, fail--]

[After a moment, she will join him.]

...I would just like some peace, that is all. [And privacy, when talking to the weird doll vessel that looks eerily like the dead boy she has a crush on, but, well.] Already, I do not expect to sleep tonight. I am sure it is much the same for the rest of our group.

[And while Flayn doesn't mind littlewretchedcreature running on little sleep, that doesn't mean she has no need for it.]

[ The runes seem to be about the same! A few of the symbols are different here and there, but broadly speaking they're formatted the same way. ]

[Hm, makes sense. Different symbols for different people might be needed to do...whatever the runes are doing. Do any of them look familiar to Flayn? Magic in Fodlan does have symbols that pop up while casting, not to mention Crests. Always important to look out for Crests.]

[ Doesn't seem like it, no. ]

[Then that's the main thing she wanted to know, time to talk sadly to LalliDoll.]

WEEK 8

Investigation + cw: auditory hallucinations

purple room; cw: auditory hallucinations for this whole thread probably

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