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

[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.