unknownseas | WEEK 8

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week 8

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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[Just like that it's back to normal around here? No announcements, no word from Davy Jones, nothing... Well, Yeager doesn't trust like that, but it's a new week and that means it's time to explore. He's a bit surprised to find a new floor, but of course that means he's going to look through it. He's carrying that massive scythe with him again today, so it's not like he's feeling anxious about being out and about.

Anyway! Guess who's in possession of one purple key? Freyja left it to him and he's got it with him today, so here we are - he's going to go ahead and get that door open if he can!!

Of course, the rest of the floor is interesting, but nothing quite catches his interest like the armory. Have you ever seen someone look this excited to find so many weapons?? Well now you have. He's going to be in here for awhile looking through everything... which brings us to investigation #2, because Yeager is very interested in weapons. I'm so sorry mods.

After that you can find him in the pub. You can find him playing darts or billiards; he's pretty good at either and certainly doesn't mind company in playing them... or maybe you're unfortunate enough to come in here after he's found the jukebox. Is this the equivalent of John Mulaney putting in multiple plays of What's New, Pussycat? Yeah. Yeah, it absolutely is. Hope you didn't want to spend any quality time in here??]

[Flayn dreams she's back at Garreg Mach. She's at the pond, sitting on the pier, holding a fishing rod. Lalli's sitting next to her. Kissa's in her lap. They don't need to say anything. It's just a comfortable, peaceful silence. They can fish, and there will be more friends over for dinner in the dining hall, her classmates from the Black Eagles mingling with her companions from the SS Swift. Everyone is okay, and happy, and alive-

She wakes up, and Kissa's curled up in her lap. Emily is tucked into the bed she made from the Ikea shelf and various soft things from the vending machine. Jimmy Bear sits in her desk chair, staring out into the middle distance with his button eyes. It's the 31st of the Ethereal Moon again, and she's alone.

Flayn doesn't really come out from her room until around lunch time (that you're aware of - she may pop out very early to see if Davy Jones is alive, but that's not anyone else's business). You'll see her in the garden for some time, glancing up warily at the stormy sky as she gathers flowers - not lots of different types like last week, just two. Just white roses and forget-me-nots, which she brings into the party zone and lays out carefully on a table. For a while, she works, cutting the stems and thorns with her vending machine knife and quietly weaving a garland. Forget-me-nots aren't traditional for a Harpstring Moon Garland, but maybe she wants to make one that's special. By evening, you'll find it hanging on the door to Room 8. Lalli's room.

She also spends time in the kitchen boiling the crap out of pieces of salmon, lots of salmon, putting most of it away in a fridge and taking an appropriate portion back up to the Jimmy Buffet so Kissa can have dinner with her. The salmon's bland and dry, but it's safe for cats to eat, and that's what's important, while Flayn quietly eats a sad and depressing mix of vegetables. Looks like turnips, chickpeas, pickles...and a little side bowl of tuna salad. It's a kind of depression meal.]

...What sort of facilities have been revealed today? I have not gone to see them.

[Oh, is she talking to you? She sounds so...not-Flayn.]

[It's not really often Filbo goes to pubs, and definitely not when they're two centuries behind his time -- presumably. He's just there, checking out the place and rooting around in the bar contents to see if it was different in quality to the Margaritaville feast. Nothing worth noting on that regard, he thinks.

A while passes before he realizes he's listening to the same song over and over, it just...that just makes him stop and stare at the jukebox until it changes, leaving him to continue his rooting around, and then of course goes back to the same song right afterwards. Filbo just peeks from the counter of the pub, looking at Yeager with the unamused look of someone who feels should have caught onto the shenanigans far earlier]

This is your doing, isn't it?

[Ooooh that's one tone he didn't think he'd ever hear from Flayn. The kind of tone that makes him to immediately look at her with concern]

N-Nothing...nothing important. You don't have to be in a hurry to go take a look at them.

[...]

Flayn, you sound--you sound pretty bad there.

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...I am depressed.

[There's really no reason to lie. She cuts a piece of turnip in half with her fork, contemplates it.]

Among many feelings.

...I see.

[...]

Wait here. Give me twenty minutes.

[Which isn't really that much, but he can't just walk away and do nothing!

Took fifteen minutes instead of twenty for Filbo to return. There he is, bringing a hot dish of fresh pasta. It's not really anything too hard to make -- soft pasta, with ketchup on it, maybe a little too much ketchup because it's hard to measure that from the buds his silly ketchup plant gives around. It looks all so creamy, so...

...so average, really. But it's decent food. Filbo places it on the table in front of Flayn and drags a chair to sit nearby]

...I think it still is a little, uh, bland sometimes? I thought it wasn't good enough, but at this point maybe it's better than nothing.

[...]

Wanna talk? About...what you feel?

[Yeager's sitting at the bar nearby, definitely busy with whatever notes he's working on and not smirking like a douchebag at Filbo's question!!!]

Who, me? Why, Filbo, I can't believe you would suspect me of such a thing!

[.......he looks so pleased with himself.]

Okay...?

[She waits, and probably would have waited longer than twenty minutes anyway, but-

Oh.

She'd forgotten about Filbo's pasta, what with everything. The sharp smell of the ketchup is unusual, for sure, but she doesn't seem dissuaded by it.]

...You made it for me? [A pause. She pulls the plate closer, sticks her fork in, takes a decent forkful, and takes a bite. Chew, chew...nod, swallow.] It is good. Nice and chewy. Thank you.

[Yup, he totally did it. That face says it all, he thinks. Of course it was Yeager, hah]

That definitely wasn't a no, Yeager.

[Filbo's glad he's still peeking from behind the counter, at least that way he can hide how funny he does find this, hah]

[Flayn reaches up to wipe at one of her eyes, just in case. There's no tears, but the gold ribbon she'd taken off of her dress is still wrapped around her wrist and palm. Seteth's going to be cross with her, ripping up her clothes like she did.]

I...have never experienced this. Not really. But it is as if, out of all that has happened, my heart feels it has been stepped upon, again and again. And...someone is still doing it, but now it is crushed to pieces, so the act is done out of spite. A-And I feel the most foolish that I have in my entire life, not being able to realize things until the last moment. I feel as if the world has lied to me about how things ought to be.

[A slow breath in.]

And I am shocked it has been so long, in such a place, and I have not yet been slain. Especially with how much I just...do as I please.

[Looks like the trial and, well...everything involving Lalli has hit Flayn hard now that it's a new day and the shock of everything diminished. It was difficult not to notice Flayn and Lalli were staying together and talking after Lalli found out he was going to...yeah]

Th-Those are...a lot of complicated feelings. Too many at once, if I may say that. I'm almost surprised you actually feel like being out here while you're carrying that much with you.

[...]

Nothing about this ship and everything happening here is how anything should be. Don't blame yourself for what this place's doing to us and all the pain it's bringing...blame the ship...

[Is that even something that can be done? Well, really, blaming anything except yourself may be a start anyway. It's just a small part of everything Flayn is feeling, but with something so complex there's really no easy way to dealing with it]

And yet you somehow don't sound disappointed!

[He knows he's hilarious, Filbo!!!!!]

I...do not have trouble with continuing onward, if I must.

[War makes that necessary.]

And to be honest, I do blame this ship. Its rules, its...very awful captains. But I feel as if there must have been something I could have done, limited as I am...even if it was one thing.

R-Really? I thought my judgmental stare would do the trick.

[Filbo, you wouldn't be able to fake a judgmental stare in those huge violet eyes of yours even if your life depended on it. Also that wasn't a rebuttal of what Yeager just said]

[ Well, let's start with the key! The room itself is not purple, and thankfully it is in fact well-lit!

Weirdly, it's mostly bare wood in here, with a pleasant, relaxing smell coming from somewhere and, in something Yeager may or may not recognize the general shape of depending on traditions where he comes from, twenty-six different large drawers in the back wall. ]

[He is absolutely thinking the first part of that, but he won't crush Filbo's dreams today!!!]

You'd have better luck if you were to try to argue the point, ja? As it stands, it looks like you're enjoying the joke~!

[No matches today!! But hmm, this room is a bit odd already and... twenty-six large drawers in the back, huh..... He's got a bad feeling about this one. But! What's going on with the drawers, do they have names on them or any other identifying marks?]

Well, for starters, it relies on, uh, you know, realizing there's something off with the song because what if--if I thought it was just a really long one--that's a three out of ten--!

[Filbo sinks behind the counter, byyyye Yeager]

...I can't do this. Fine. You win, it was good.

[He really feels he should have caught onto the shenanigans earlier, but it's hard to hide that once he did catch on he did find it fun, hah]

[He's just smirking the entire way through until Filbo finally loses the will to keep going.]

Of course I win, it's an excellent joke. And it only gets funnier the longer it goes on! There's at least another thirteen of these to go.

[hope no one else wanted to use the pub today???]

Thirteen?!

[Filbo pops back up, standing up and moving out of the counter. That prank in the jukebox's going to last forever, wow]

Are you gonna spend the whole day sitting there waiting for people to come and find out about this?

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