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! ]

Comments

[magycks]

[ This first bit is probably closer to Sunday night than anything else, since it happens immediately after their living assignments get announced. Magica, like an insufferable child at sleepaway camp, immediately heads to room 5 to call dibs. Unless her roomie beats her there, a thing which is entirely possible, she's going to unnecessarily perch on the top bunk and simply wait for whatever miscreant would dare challenge her claim. And no matter what the setup, she'll still address Plumeria with a perfunctory: ]

Oh, it's you.

[ The following morning, having never changed clothes at any point during the night, she creeps out of her room and starts exploring the ship properly.

The convenient thing about being very small is that you don't have to stop too low to read the book titles on the lower shelves of the library. A less convenient thing is you need to either get a ladder to reach the top shelf, or you have to scale that shit like it's the face of a mountain! It's not a very fun reminder for someone who just spent a year furiously deprived of the ability to just fly around everywhere. Magica, in an incredible show of maturity and restraint, chooses to simply drag a chair around with her when needed. You're welcome, everyone.

Ultimately these efforts are a waste of time, because the closest thing this library has to a grimoire is probably an occult romance or a Fear Street superchiller, and she moves on to to examine the vending machines in no better a mood. It takes very little time for this to devolve into her aggressively punching in random numbers and then tossing the item that comes out aside with no further interest... at least until she makes it to that one vending machine. You know the one. There, she stops in her tracks. ]

Huh, [ she says to nobody, crossing her arms, and then looks around to check for a second opinion. ] You there, what do you make of this?

[ Vaguely around lunchtime, she shows up at the buffet and loads her plate with calamari and nothing else — which is a pretty bold move even without the first mate taken into consideration, but it seems to make her happy. She just sits there in silence and pops some fried tentacles into her mouth ever so often, making sure she chews with an ominous crunch noise each and every time. On occasion, she glares at the ceiling. ]

Vending Machines

[sharddrive]

Hm.

[He gives an exploratory knock on the machine's opaque gray face.]

Little pointless when none of us have cash, don't you think?

[magycks]

Not if you pay with something else.

[sharddrive]

Ooh, ominous! But there's a coin slot here.

[magycks]

Riiight, which is definitely for quarters and not obols pried from the mouths of the ancient dead. I mean, clearly you're the expert here.

[sharddrive]

You think there's an ancient tomb to raid belowdecks?

[magycks]

Did you forget who the first mate is?

buffet

[onlyyoucan]

[Sara raises her eyebrows, picking at her crab macaroni.]

Is he going to notice?

[Or are you just being PA for no reason, ma'am.]

[magycks]

[ Magica clearly takes offense to this question! Instead of responding with words, she just chews even louder, somehow? Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

Then she swallows. And then she says: ]

I don't care.

[onlyyoucan]

...spite.

[Okay, sure. She studies the food with a frown.]

There doesn't seem to be much else to do.

[magycks]

Well, someone's cornering the market on stating the obvious.

[onlyyoucan]

Some people don't seem to get it. Do you think passive-aggression is going to help you escape?

[magycks]

Passive-aggression? Oh no, wrong again. This is aggressive aggression.

Vending Machines

[ahelpingpaw]

That one? It's...

[Well, what do you want him to say, really? It's a complete mystery, you need money, and you probably shouldn't tip it over because you risk getting crushed by it. It's a straightforward as it gets.

...well, there's one thing that perhaps comes to mind...]

...it probably isn't for us. We don't have any money, so that may be only for the Captain and Davy Jones. I dunno why they wouldn't have it in their cabin or something, but it could be theirs.

[Only explanation he can think as to why they can't do anything with that machine, really]

[magycks]

[ Hmm. This possibility clearly isn't something that has occurred to her yet, and, unfortunately, the mental jump to "we have to knock it over" is not far away. ]

And yet here it is, in plain sight. So you think they're taunting us.

[ahelpingpaw]

It's not impossible, right? They wouldn't be above that. Well, Davy Jones perhaps would, but the Captain...I don't think he would be above that.

[The Captain doesn't give the best first impressions, and that's without the part about killing them all]

[magycks]

... Well, no. But the Captain also doesn't have the gall to show himself, as established. He's not just going to brave the lion's den every time he wants a Pep! Select.

[ahelpingpaw]

Well, that's true.

[He can't argue with that logic, it's sound. Then perhaps...]

Then what if he sends Davy Jones instead of coming himself? Davy Jones has nothing to fear. I mean, most wouldn't want to even be in the same room as him.

[magycks]

Ugh, speak for yourself. The only thing intimidating about that overgrown bilgesnipe is the smell. What would he even want from a vending machine? [ ! ] Ooh, do you think it dispenses the restless souls of dead sailors?

room 5

[paucipan]

[Well, this entire day has been an approximate mess, to say the least! Honestly, Plumeria's more than damn happy to just open up the door to her apparent room and go fucking scream into a pillow for a while after all of this, barely bothering to read the sign before entering, and--

...Oh, joy of joys. This is about the last thing she needs right now, ugh. Plumeria rolls her eyes at Magica, but it's not as bad as it could be, she supposes. But still, this is less than ideal.]

Yeah, yeah, it's me. Don't get your feathers all ruffled. [Ugh, well this is already off to a fantastic start. Plumeria looks up, though, eyes narrowing.] Trust me, I'm not exactly any happier about this than you are.

[magycks]

Me?

[ Magica has the temerity, or the commitment to the bit, to sound surprised. She actually puts one hand on her chest. ]

Oh, no, I'm perfectly comfortable with having someone twice my size sleeping in the same room whilst we're all engaged in the most dangerous game, that's fine. I just thought we ought to establish some house rules right off the bat. Would you like a chore wheel?

[paucipan]

[Plumeria's eyes go back to Magica at that, repressing the urge to snort. But alright, fine. If the duck wants to play a bit, who is Plumeria to say no.]

Oh of course, pardon me, then. My mistake.

[But alright--]

If that's what you wish, then certainly. What exactly do you have in mind?

[this is going to be a mistake to ask, isn't it]

[magycks]

[ honestly thank god magica just says shit because if she actually wanted to establish a chore wheel she would truly only be playing herself ]

A simple, decisive division of assets. For example— [ She pats the covers she's sitting on demonstratively. ] This is mine. I also claim all proprietary rights to the surrounding walls.

[ she needs to keep her DAYS SINCE POSSESSING DARK MAGYCKS (AGAIN) tally somewhere... ]

... You can pick your desk, or whatever.

[paucipan]

[...That. Is actually far more reasonable than Plumeria was expecting? Which is probably a rare sentence in Magica's direction I'm sure. Here she thought she was gonna have to throw hands over some kind of ridiculous orders or whatnot, because she only takes those from Lady Freyja, thanks.

...Sure she kind of wanted to decorate the walls a little bit if she got something worth the while, but--]

As long as I have somewhere to sleep and somewhere to keep my things, as far as I'm concerned? You may do as you wish. I don't intend to make a habit of staying here for longer than needed.

[Things that went better than expected: this. Plumeria's just gonna take her seat on the bottom bunk, then.]

Just don't make it too garish in here, hm?

[...That's slightly wry.]

1/2

[magycks]

[ This initial assent pacifies her, and, miraculously, it's shaping up to be a conversation where nobody turns the volume up to eleven. But then: ]

GARISH?!

[ rip plumeria you didn't deserve this ]