FINAL WEEK

[bathymetric]

Good morning, passengers. Happy Sunday. Happy New Year.

The storm has reached you.

That's the first thing to note when you wake on Sunday morning. The ship steers onward, but wind and waves are picking up outside. No rain yet, but it's only a matter of time. There's only the one last addition this week, out on the end of the topdeck.

The end approaches. You can feel it hanging palpable in the air, in the rocking of the ship, in the lightning that crashes above.

You can also see it in the island in the distance, growing closer.

For better or for worse, your captain seems to have made it through the Triangle. For better or for worse, this ritual is nearing its final purpose.

You won't have long to wait before your opportune moment.



SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY

[ ooc: Welcome to your final week, everyone! Remember that Wednesday (oocly) is your last chance to redeem 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

[magycks]

[ FIDDLEPIE, YOU SENTIMENTAL FOOL, THIS IS HOW YOU GET MURDERED she does not say, though Magica does actually look momentarily surprised by the fact that he just accepts it after how leery he's been in the past! Maybe she should tell him it's loose leaf? Nah, he'll be fine. ]

Yes, actually, the soppier the better. Our time left on this ship is short — let's throw everything we have in here until something sticks.

[ahelpingpaw]

[After everything that has happened and knowing how the end is close -- and therefore murder is unadvisable -- at this point anyone could come with tea contained in those cyanide tubes from the vending machine and say 'hey Filbo you want some tea' and he'd drink it because he's trusting everyone alive that much. Even Magica, apparently.

Sentimental fool indeed. The face he makes with the tea shows he's not entirely satisfied with it, but also he sure isn't going to be rude rejecting it!]

Stronger than I expected. Alright then...

[Thanks Magica. Let him just nods and go get what he has in mind. Before long he returns with a cassette tape -- the tape from Constantine's band]

I got this! It's from the time he was in a band and it's full of anger, more anger, and frustration. Also bad memories because, well, some awful things happened? The point is that it's full of strong emotions. Dunno how this stuff works, but the stronger the better?