WEEK 1

[bathymetric]

Happy New Year! ... You're still here. Looks like The Captain wasn't lying when he said the murdering is now up to you. That, or you can all live here on your own. Regardless, it's time to settle in. The days start passing much less eventfully after that first one, and, well... on it goes, huh?

There might not be a whole cruise ship to explore just yet, but there are a variety of amenities available to all of you! Who ever heard of a boring cruise ship, anyway? As the week goes on, you might even start to see some of those strange coins appear for you!

Better buckle down and get to know your fellow passengers, though, if you want to stand a chance of weathering this storm.



MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
FRIDAY | SATURDAY

[ ooc: Welcome to peace week! Feel free to mingle (and investigate, if you like) to your hearts' content! Please ensure all investigation toplevels are marked accordingly, and otherwise enjoy! If you wish to talk to The Captain or Davy Jones, look here for the former and here for the latter! ]

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WEDNESDAY

[bathymetric]

meeting time

[jibunwo]

[Relatively early, everyone would find a neatly-written note slipped under their door:]

[Meet at noon in the library. We need to consolidate our information and determine what we do and do not know at present. -Zero]

[jibunwo]

[Once most if not everyone was gathered, the masked man chose to speak up in the usual overly-serious tone heard in every anime known to humankind:]

I could find no key for the red padlock, but I managed to get a look through the grates. To my own surprise, there appears to be a figure beyond it, standing at a table. They may be some manner of statue or mannequin, because so far as I have been able to tell, they have not moved from where they stand.

Investigation!

[ltcommandroid]

[Despite being a robot, Data does sleep every night. His roommate can even vouch for that, and how weird it is! But he must have some kind of internal alarm, because he always gets up promptly at six every morning.

He's used to a lot of activity. But frankly, there's not...that much for him to do here. He doesn't even need to eat...so why is he hanging out in the buffet buffet around breakfast time? Does he just want to chill with everyone else? He doesn't even have any food to pretend to eat.

After that's done, he goes to the library to hang out for a while before the meeting. At his processing speeds, he could have already read all of these books, so he's attempting to pace himself. Right now, it looks like he's sticking with the military histories; he's got a pile of three or four, and is trying to read them slowly. Like a person. He's still flipping the pages absurdly fast.]

It is interesting that they seem to have brought books from several different universes as well.

[At some point, he's gonna have to get into all those romance novels. If only for something to do.

At night, he'll be sitting out on the upper deck by the pool. He's got some paper and a pen, as well as a map of Earth from the back of one of the nonfiction books, and seems to be consulting the stars. Not charting them out, but if you go look over his shoulder, he's definitely keeping records and doing math. Can he chart their course?]

library

[onlyyoucan]

[Sara's here early too, standing around and warily eyeing some well-worn serial killer novel until she notices how fast Data's reading.]

How are you -- [wait, robot.] So the books are from our homes, too?

Buffet

[oceangirlfriend]

Coming through. [Adeline calls out evenly as she strolls by, before pausing.] Aren't you going to get a plate?

Investigation!

[bathymetric]

[ Interesting! So on account of Robot Expertise, I'll give you that the ship is heading southeast in a pretty straight line. ]

buffet

[hypnowhip]

[Sylvando doesn't know the first thing about robots, but he's guessing since they're machines, they probably don't eat. Still, it's nice to run into Data as he's grabbing breakfast.

He waves while carefully balancing his plate in his other hand.]

Good morning, Data darling! Looking for some breakfast conversation?

Investigation(?)

[cethflayn]

[So. Hm. That meeting. Interesting all around, but what Flayn mostly got from it (besides listening and becoming very excited over possibly being in an ocean triangle that may or may not have real sea monsters in it) is that she would like to actually be of use to the conversations. She's never been able to contribute much but her own skills, even in war, and while in war that was useful, at the moment they don't need an immediate healer in a high pressure situation. They need eyes, ears, and keen minds.

With that in mind, Flayn goes to a place she hadn't had much interest in before: the gym! She is not STRONK, nor is she looking to get ripped, but no one seemed to say they had looked in here particularly, so to be sure that nothing is missed, she is taking her time investigating each and every piece of equipment. Every weight is looked at from all angles, and the smaller ones (think 5lbs) are moved to check if anything is hiding underneath them. The bikes are scrutinized, Flayn taking the time to crank the pedals with her hands like...like a crank winch. Like a thing you use to pull up a bucket from a well. The treadmills are investigated in a similar manner, no buttons pressed, just a short young lady using her tiny arms to push the belt inch by inch to check its entire length.

One could say this is a workout in and of itself! And boy, does Flayn feel like it has been. Afterwards, she takes a brief trip to the vending machine room and then retreats to the Party Zone with a newly-acquired pack of pens and a notebook, carefully copying down the information on the profiles from her device. It's just a way to get the information in her head, so she won't forget it, in a more familiar format.

Her handwriting is quite nice! It's got that old-timey script feel to it. On the table are some of her earlier procured vending machine snacks, which she nibbles at every so often. Even the Takis Freyja gave her are being eaten! It's just a nice, chill time. That said, if you would like some snacks and don't feel like going to the vending machines yourself, Flayn is happy to share.]

im screaming at those fish pens

[conceivesfrenzy]

[ Alice is just gonna. Peer over her shoulder without asking and see what she's doing. ]

What're you writing?

investigation

[bathymetric]

[ So! Some basic information Flayn can get about the gym right away:

- The machines are well-maintained!
- The machines are in fact electrical!
- They don't... actually have any obvious power supplies. Like obviously Flayn isn't an electrical engineer, but there are no wires or anything. ]

[hellahighwater]

[ Today is the third day Chloe's been alive that she hadn't previously expected to. All this new lease on life stuff, even with the...remarkably sucky strings attached has her...a little listless, to say the least. First day, she mostly slept. Second day, she dipped her toes into the proverbial waters of interacting with some of the other abductees here. Today, after dragging herself to that meeting and mostly being a fly on the wall...

The ship is her oyster, or something.

She finds herself aimlessly wandering through the party zone after, grabbing some of the leftover party poppers and making a mess on the floor. Just because. In the end, she mostly stares at the chandeliers, in a mix of awe and annoyance. ]

You think the people who make this shit know how gaudy it is? Like. You think they know how many hot pockets it could buy instead? ...Or like, eggs, or some shit?

[ She's philosophical today. It's philosophical Chloe hours.

Later in the night, she decides to just...look at the stars, by the pool. She'll be there well into evening. ]

Party Zone

[ahelpingpaw]

[Well that's a thing to be saying about the chanderlier! Which...frankly Chloe is right. Chandeliers really are kinda gaudy]

Maybe people buy it because they're expensive and...have nothing better to spend money on?

[A ton of hot pockets or eggs would be a far better decision, Filbo has to agree]

party zooooone

[conceivesfrenzy]

Oh, I guarantee they're fully aware of it and don't really care.

[ She was coming to make more of a mess with the poppers, too, honestly. Alice doesn't really understand what a hot pocket is (and doesn't care to ask), and eggs seem like a weird thing to buy instead, so she just kind of doesn't acknowledge the second part. ]

party zone

[scythegun]

[Chloe you get him, Yeager nods appreciatively at the party popper mess she's left behind as he joins her to stare up at the chandeliers.]

That money certainly could be spent on something better. I'm not sure what "hot pockets" are, but I've no doubt that anything would have been better than something this showy.

[...this is coming from the guy who has a massive portrait of himself hanging above the stairs in his aggressively goth manor.]

pool

[dokkalfheimr]

[Oh, Chloe, hello. The fairies have been coming up here to swim at night, and it looks like tonight isn't much of an exception judging by how Freyja's dressed; even so, however, she doesn't seem bothered by the notion of not being alone up here.

The stars are nice to look at up here, are they not? I've found it rather calming.

pool

[onlyyoucan]

[Sara walks out onto the pool deck and stands by one of the rails. She doesn't address Chloe for a while, just watches the sky.]

...I wonder what's going to happen now.

pool

[thisaroma]

[ Decus isn't planning to be out here too late, since he's got to stand watch outside Alice's room again whenever she's ready to turn in; but he does end up wandering out to the pool deck at some point, both to plan out the layout for his potential romantic cake buffet outing and to look at the stars for a bit himself.

Seeing Chloe, he raises a hand in greeting with a smile. Right... Things had gotten a little crazy that first day, but he still owes her an update, doesn't he? ]

Hey. Looks like you're not doing so bad today.

Poolside

[sharddrive]

[So, Shard's been patrolling at night, just kind of checking things out after hours. If it's late enough that the lights are out, hopefully the glowing green eyes in the darkness aren't too spooky.]

Any familiar constellations?

poolside

[paucipan]

[One of Plumeria's nightly rituals has been to come by the pool herself, because as established, the fairies swim at night. It's about the closest to home that Plumeria feels, really, and it's honestly just kind of nice to swim.

Plumeria isn't exactly expecting anyone else here, but she's not surprised. Still, this one is...fun, she supposes. So hopefully you don't mind hearing some footsteps come over, even if Plumeria is keeping her distance.]

Have you found something interesting up there, or do you just like staring at the stars?

[bonesorter]

[So here's someone who hasn't really come out all that much since the captain's announcement: in fact, for the past two days, she almost didn't leave her room with Flayn at all except to find something to eat, citing that she was not feeling well. (Which, the other girl can likely attest to, having seen or heard her cough a fair number of times while rooming together)

But, she does come to the meeting that Zero put together, even if she stays quiet during the whole thing, and given that nothing bad has happened yet despite that grisly proclamation the captain gave, she risks actually spending more time outside of her room for today.

One of the first places you can find her is at the buffet, this time really examining the options for food and drinks here. It's been a while since she last had a good cup of tea, but there's this wide display of different drinks that she's never seen or heard before that she picks up, examining curiously. What is a virgin cocktail anyway, or this concoction called "Sprite"...

The other place that Lorna gravitates towards is the library, and is the one that she takes in with wide-eyed amazement. She's never seen this many books gathered in one place before, even if others may think it's not as impressive as other libraries they've been in before. She clearly seems to be enjoying herself, as she takes different books off the shelves to look at the covers of, read a few excerpts and either put back whichever don't interest her, or steadily build an impressive stack on the floor next to her once she finally sits down to start reading properly. Please try not to trip over her pile of books, she will feel very guilty about that if you do.]

buffet

[onlyyoucan]

[Sara looks up, not actually eating the sad-looking burger on her plate, and watches for a moment.]

You can't decide?

[why is she socializing why is she risking anything why --]

buffet

[sivard]

[Lorna isn't the only one keeping a bit of a low profile, though like her, Zaveid also does make an appearance during the meeting.]

...You recognize any of these drink names? I don't know what any of this means. I'll probably end up with a glass of water, but I'm pretty mystified by "Coca-Cola".

Buffet

[ahelpingpaw]

The food is good! As long as you don't touch anything that isn't seafood.

[Surely she's staring at everything because she's trying to judge if there's anything inedible around, he decides. Yeah, that seems about right. People here are careful, as they should be.

Still, Filbo, who apparently has lost all of the concerns he had the first night, has piled his plate with quite a bit of stuff, probably more than he can actually eat]

[conceivesfrenzy]

[ Well that meeting was fun! Not very productive, given how there were way more questions than before now, but at least she got some entertainment out of it! And that is very obviously what's important here.

After she inevitably leaves, Alice finds herself by the vending machines, taking full advantage of the constant refreshing of items by stocking up on a few packages whatever counts as Oreos here. While she's waiting for them to finish dispensing after slamming the buttons several times over, she looks through the other machines. She eventually settles on the nondescript one in the corner.

When she gets to the nondescript one in the corner, she tries pressing whatever buttons that are on it. When it doesn't react, she gets a little annoyed. When pressing the buttons doesn't work, she huffs, stomping her foot. ]

Why is this stupid thing busted!

[ It's getting a swift kick to the side. Sorry, vending machine-kun.

Later, she hits up the library, thumbing through the collection of thrillers in hopes of finding something at least something sort of interesting. She finds a title piques her interest, but it turns out it's just another trashy romance novel. ]

Ew. No.

[ She makes kind of a small gagging noise as she puts it right back where she found it.

Otherwise she sort of keeps to herself for a large part of the rest of the day, not exactly wanting to put up with anyone else's shit at the moment. It's not until much, much later at night, where she can be found on the deck, taking part of the new tradition of leaning against the railing and staring out into the inky darkness of the ocean. Upon closer inspection, it looks like she's finishing a packet of the aforementioned Oreos, balling up the empty wrapper and dropping it overboard.

... i-is there a rule about littering? ]