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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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I figure you don't need any help because you can handle this all by yourself, so I'm not gonna offer, b-but, uh, you're not gonna fall apart now of all times, are you?
[Magica among the last nine, who'd have thought this day would come. Still, Filbo very clearly is trying to keep the friendliness on the low because Magica definitely wouldn't appreciate the concern but at the same time he asks that as if he has to confirm Magica isn't going to snap and kill someone]
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Silence. [ Like that's going to stop literally any of this! Her focus returns to Filbo. ] Oh, I see what this is. You're worried I'm going to snap, is that it? That the nonstop goading of my fake family is going to propel me into finally enacting one of the numerous murder plots I've been workshopping for the last two months?
[ ... ]
... Well, it's not! I'm going to wait this incentive out just like the other six times, so stick that in your... grump pipe, which is probably a bug too, and smoke it.
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[Filbo closes his eyes because wow, that was loaded with quite a tidbit about the nature of the things Magica is hearing in her head, goodness. It had been a while since someone had taken snipes at his person. Had almost forgotten how it felt when a non-hallucination did that, hah]
...ouch.
[Give him a moment to take a deep breath]
...well, if you can say all that then you really are fine! Probably. Sorry, I did get worried because -- I mean it, you look terrible right now. And not in the way you probably want.
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You look terrible right now!
[ Then she stops, groans, and lets her full weight fall back against the wall. ]
Don't tell the others you saw me like this... I mean, unless it comes up tomorrow when someone inevitably dies. Because it won't be me who's done it, and I'm not holding out all this time just to die in a mass execution.
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[Getting told he looks terrible is actually taken as if that's a truth and not Magica hitting back with his own words, hah! Filbo blinks, surprised, and starts trying to smooth the fur around his face, as if he had missed it all when he tried to make himself not look as tired as he is]
There's no way I'm telling anybody any of this! It's--uh, it's a secret forever. All of it, never happened.
[Even if he has to tell he sure is going to lie about she was faring, goodness. Especially because what's this about your fake family, Magica, that sounds like a beartrap about to leap onto anyone who foolishly tries to ask, which means he's tempted to some extent]
If you say you won't I have no choice but to believe it. But what was that about numerous murder plots? You really had a lot of those already prepared?
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I'm a fell sorceress with multiple nemeses whose graves I want to dance on, of course I have murder plots ready to go. I mean, not all of the specifics apply, since the whole point is to destroy them with the whole world as witness to my power? But the bare bones are there.