unknownseas | WEEK 1

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.

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[ 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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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?

[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]

[ 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.

[...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.]

[ 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 ]

[ However, just as suddenly as she's taking offense, she's back down to casual register. ]

Haven't the faintest what you're implying, thank you very much. You can hang flower chains all over the lower half, or whatever passes for interior decorating in Dökkálfheimr.

[ The last word is pronounced confidently, if not competently by Plumeria's standards — which is my way of saying I have no idea if the FE:H pronunciation differs from how a scholar would say it. ]

[Are you kidding, Plumeria deserves exactly this, what the hell are you talking about???

Plumeria doesn't flinch at the raised voice, even if she can't exactly see Magica from where she's sitting. Okay, well, she certainly wasn't expecting that level of offense, but then Magica makes the mistake of mentioning flower chains and--]

Oh please. Flower chains and the like are more to Ljósálfheimr's taste, and just the thought of touching one makes me want to gag.

[If there's any issue with Magica's pronounciation, Plumeria doesn't seem to have it. At this point it's almost amusing to see which ones are off base, and Magica's about the most competent that she's heard so far.]

...I doubt that they have any of the glowing mushrooms that give Dökkálfheimr it's charm. So I suppose you're safe from that much.

[ listen intellectually I know this but on the other hand: nobody deserves Magica. Magica doesn't even deserve to be around herself. ]

Right, you're the subterranean ones, silly me. [ This tone of voice is not "embarrassed" so much as "Plumeria passed a vibe check." ] Thankfully. I mean, not sure how you feel about it or anything, but I'll take a hard pass.

[ There's the sound of Magica shifting in her position on the top bunk as she speaks, the better to size up the new wall real estate. She pulls a butter knife from a pocket somewhere in her stupid dress-and-cloak ensemble. It's time... to get down to business....... ]

[You know what, that's entirely fair. Sometimes it really just be like that.]

That's fine, as far as I'm concerned. I mean, I've seen plenty of other places in mortals dreams, and nothing can compare to my home...but I can certainly approve of anything that isn't so bright and sickenin.

[So yeah, no worries there. This is obviously going to be a mistake the second Magica starts carving into the wall, but clearly, we vibin' here.]

Trust me, won't be a problem. I don't go past a menacing fuchsia.

[ Unfortunately, Magica locates the perfect place to start inscribing the first D, which means Plumeria is about to hear what it sounds like when someone attempts to mark wood paneling with a goddamn butter knife.

Which isn't that much noise, actually? The sound of Magica putting the proverbial elbow grease in is probably more notable. ]

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