COMMENCE VOYAGE

[bathymetric]

Fun Fact: Did you know the Atlantic Ocean has a surface area of 41.1 million square miles? No reason.

...

There's something uneasy in the air as you come to.

Well, "come to" is an interesting word in this case. It implies waking up, which is not exactly what happens. None of you are in beds, nor are you really asleep in the traditional sense. One moment you're somewhere else, doing something else with your time, and the next? You're somewhere on board a massive cruise ship - maybe lounging on a deck chair by the pool, maybe getting some Gains in the exercise room, maybe enjoying the tasteful décor in the buffet - and you have no idea how you got here or how you might get back. This is not your beautiful house. If you have a beautiful wife, she isn't here.

What you do have, apart from 25 other unlucky souls, is a small smartphone-like device in your pocket with only a handful of things on it: a clock reading 11PM, a pdf of a ticket in your name on a special Atlantic Liners New Year's Eve Cruise, an app labeled Passenger Profiles with some basic information on your traveling companions, and a message:

Welcome aboard, passenger! Please feel free to partake of any of the facilities while you wait for the big event! Remember: when midnight comes, you better make your way to the theatre at the back of Level 1 for the main event! The Captain and the First Mate will be there to take care of you all personally, and to help you ring in the new year in style!

Well, that's a start. But what you do until then, it seems, is up to you!

Comments

[paucipan]

[Ah, humans. Always so curious.]

Oh, Dökkálfheimr is the realm of nightmares, that's all. Humans don't tend to appreciate them much.

[hellahighwater]

...Yeah, alright, you're right there. Of course we don't. They're kind of unpleasant, by definition.

[ Cute fairy girl comes from the land of nightmares? Damn. ]

[paucipan]

[...About the reaction she expected, honestly; she doesn't expect a human to be able to appreciate all of the work Lady Freyja put into that beautiful realm. And Plumeria kind of did walk into that one, in all fairness.]

Wow. You're certainly not one to mince words, are you? I'm a little hurt that you would insult my home like that.

[Plumeria turns away briefly, closing her eyes and using a hand to hide the small smirk on her face--she almost seems genuinely saddened, without that smirk?

...But also, Plumeria is absolutely trying to fuck with Chloe here and I feel the need to apologize.]

[hellahighwater]

[ What? Ohhh, fuck. ]

Well... Hey, you said it first, alright? [ Slightly abrasive, more panicked. She rubs the back of her neck with a grimace. ] Ahhh, shitballs. Look, cute nightmare fairies are new to me, okay? I'm sure I wouldn't wanna party in your Dokkal...flhe.. your Dookland but I'm sure it's a hella rad place to live—fuck, Hot Topic was big on spooky fairies for a long time, it's got an epic appeal??

[ Oh... Oh, god. She sure is Trying. ]

[paucipan]

[...It takes a couple seconds as she just listens to Chloe practically panic over there, listening to all of this and trying really hard not to laugh, but it's about the point where Chloe calls it Dookland that Plumeria just starts making awful noises into her hands and--

Oh dammit, even she can't hide her laughter and amusement. Okay, she'll stop faking that she's about to cry, but Plumeria comes up and seems all too amused by the end of that.]

Oh, you are so very amusing. [Ah, humans...] I suppose I needed that little bit of a laugh. But you aren't wrong, at least. For us Dökkálfar, it's the most beautiful place in the world.

One might even call it, in your terminology...

[...]

Beautifully hella, perhaps.

[is she confused or just using it wrong on purpose--no, no, it's obvious it's the latter. look what you've done, chloe]

[hellahighwater]

[ Oh no. Oh, shit, she's spiraling worse and—




Is. Is the fairy......punking her. ]


First of all. It would be hella beautiful.

[paucipan]

[Oh, she is so punking you, Chloe. Plumeria's hand comes up to her mouth again, not quite covering the openly amused expression on her face.]

Hm, would it though? I think that sounds most...unepic, I suppose.

[i hate this. i hate that i'm typing this with my own two hands.]

[hellahighwater]

[ this is it this is the last thread i ever write everyone ]

Dude. Dude, stop.

[paucipan]

[same. goodbye world.]

Alright, alright, I'll stop.

Really, though, your reactions are so fun. I couldn't resist.

[hellahighwater]

[ Oh, so- ]

You're a troll. Cute fairy girl's a troll.

[paucipan]

[Beat. She. She feels like she should be insulted???]

...What in Lady Freyja's name is a 'troll'?

[hellahighwater]

[ Of course she wouldn't know what trolls are. Why would she. ]

Uhhh, the kinda person who stirs up others for a laugh?

[paucipan]

Oh! [Plumeria laughs at that, then.] Well, that certainly sounds like the perfect terminology for me. But it's hardly my fault that you're so fun, is it?

[hellahighwater]

Wowwie, how good for me, to be fun. [ A mighty roll of her eyes. ] Look, I'm not a dog, okay? Get your kicks in now, 'cause I'm not here to amuse you, lady.

[paucipan]

[Ah, fine, fine. Plumeria waves off the remark easily, at the very least. If she's bothered by the causticity of the statements or the eyeroll, it's not apparent.]

No, no, I do believe that I'm done here. I've had my fill of human interaction for the time being.

[things that are going to be hilarious later: this, because guess what you get to do all the time!!]

I'll take my leave. Try not to burst a blood vessel, hm?

[And with that, Plumeria is definitely going to try and walk away. She's had her fun and surely this won't get any worse!]

cw: mild suicidal ideation oops

[hellahighwater]

[ Chloe's eyebrow twitches and her hand curls to a fist. After everything else, she has to deal with this bitch? ]

Ohh, you think you're so—

[ ...But, honestly? She...can't quite summon up the rage.

It has been the world's longest day. She is tired. For a goddamn minute, she thought she'd get to— fuck, if the universe wanted her dead, she thought at least it'd be nice to maybe rest for a bit. See her dad.

But, nope. Here she is. She grits her teeth and lets her fists relax. ]

Fine, screw off. Go knock yourself out.