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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investigation

[scouserer]

[Constantine wakes up on Tuesday with a plan. In the morning, he makes his way to the vending machines and scrutinizes them quite closely. Right now, he's running his hands over the sides of the normal ones, searching for a key or entry point to pop open the front.]

You didn't happen to see anyone restocking these, did you?

[Later, the magician is seen lurking around the library, searching the shelves for any secrets that have been squirreled away. A majority of what he finds, however, is just more trashy romance novels and badly-written thrillers.

After searching for a while, he grows bored and finds himself flipping through a few of the paperbacks to see just what kind of taste the Captain has. He can be found sitting on the floor of the library with a few stacks of books scattered around him. Currently, he's flipping through a book titled "LOVE UNDER THE PALE MOONLIGHT" with a bored expression.

If someone enters the room, he doesn't even look up as he says--]

Don't bother with the demon ones. Horribly inaccurate, and not even in the fun way.

[Eventually, he makes his way up to the top deck to look into what he wanted to investigate in the first place. Constantine strides over to the railing on the side of the ship, then gingerly climbs over it. He grips the metal tightly. The wind whips at his tie and jacket lapels, as if trying to snatch them away from him. Constantine stares down at the deep, dark ocean below and the white waves left in the ship's wake.

It's a long drop.

Is this a stupid idea? Yes, it is. But John Constantine is nothing but stupid in style. Besides, rules are meant to be broken. He sucks in a breath, straightening his tie with one hand.]

Right, then. Let's see what the Captain has in store for ol' Johnny.

[And with that, he lets go of the railing and steps off the side of the ship as easily as one might step into traffic.]

side of the ship

[silentscout]

[Lalli is watching this and is making no attempt to stop him.

He will probably say something after John poofs back on the boat, but for now he is a silent observer.]

[scouserer]

[Constantine's return to the boat certainly isn't dignified in the slightest, what with him now leaning over the railing and soaked to the bone. He glares towards Lalli, straightening up.

Frankly, he looks ridiculous with his wet hair essentially flattened against his skull.]

What're you lookin' at, huh?

[silentscout]

An idiot who went into deep water. You're lucky you didn't get eaten.

[YEP. He has no sense of danger here.]

[scouserer]

Oh, shut it. I knew exactly what I was getting into.

[He just didn't know the exact details of what would happen coming out.]

You saw the rules--'try to jump ship, and we'll bring you back'. He doesn't just want us dying willy-nilly--he wants to be intentional with it.

also the side of the ship

[magycks]

[ it's just the peanut gallery over here, I guess ]

Wow, okay. Not the first one I was expecting to snap, but...

[scouserer]

[Constantine is returned to the ship, perhaps a little more sore than before. He casts Magica a sour look.]

Oh, sod off, you absolute divvy.

[He takes off his soaked trench coat and starts trying to wring it out. A packet of gummy worms falls out of one of the pockets and onto the deck.]

[magycks]

Ooh, burn. So, what did we learn today? Water still wet?

[scouserer]

I dunno. Why don't you see for yourself?

[Squeezing water out of his coat seems to be wasted effort, so instead, he just leans over and picks up the dropped gummy worms.]

Maybe we should've pushed you in. Water off a duck's back, and all that.

vending machines

[onlyyoucan]

[Sara shakes her head, contemplating that most 1990s of souvenirs, a snow globe with a model of the ship.]

Do you think he does it at night?

[scouserer]

[Constantine scratches the back of his neck, squinting at the products on display in the machines.]

Maybe. That would explain the night and day cycles and his insistence on not falling asleep outside of the rooms, but that's a lot of items. And where is he storing it?

[onlyyoucan]

Cruise ships are large, and there's a lot locked away. There could be storage.

[scouserer]

Unless this man's got automated systems, I doubt he and Davy Jones are the only ones manning this ship.

[Which is pretty plausible, given what he's demonstrated so far....]

The locks on th' doors don't seem to be able to be picked. Believe me, I've tried.

side of the ship

[guffawsungraciously]

[...he just kind of watches that shit happen, kind of slack-jawed, and uh...

...

He'll just kind of salute respectfully...]

[scouserer]

[Within minutes, Constantine gets slammed back onto the deck of the boat, 100% more soaked and 100% more irritated than before. He leans over the railing, puddles of sea water forming under his feet.]

Well, I can confirm without a doubt that we are at sea.

[He's honestly not sure what he was expecting.]

[guffawsungraciously]

[...well. He supposes he's at least glad Constantine isn't dead, because despite how unwashed he is he's at least fun to commisserate with...]

I suppose it was worth verifying that it was not some sort of elaborate illusion, anyway.

investigation

[bathymetric]

[ oh rip john. So the good(?) news is that he does in fact make it down into the water! It's real water, nothing too unusual yet.

What exactly does he try to do next? ]

[scouserer]

[Honestly, Constantine was kind of expecting to have been rescued before he hit the water, so this throws him off kilter. His clothes are absolutely soaked.

Still, Constantine is nothing but determined, so what he's going to do is try and swim away from the boat. See if there's anything in the water, that kind of thing]

[bathymetric]

[ So after a few moments, he's going to notice uh.

Bubbles. Lots of bubbles.

And the water is dark, but something is moving under it. Something big. ]

vending machines

[scythegun]

I was going to ask you the same thing.

[Hi, Constantine. Yeager shrugs a bit at the question.]

We haven't seen anyone except Mr. Jones [yes he is still calling him that] but I'm not sure he's responsible for handling this as well...

[Although the mental image of Davy Jones restocking the vending machines is hilarious.]

[scouserer]

[The corner of his mouth quirks upwards.]

Far as I'm concerned, Jonesy's just been tasked with being a professional babysitter. You think he'd lower himself even further to being a vending machine stock boy?

[Of course, there's always the question of what caused Davy Jones to end up here in the first place....]

You wanna know my thoughts? I think there's people other than us lurkin' around the ship and making sure everything's hunky-dory.

[scythegun]

I can't see him doing it willingly, ja.

[But there's also the question of just how much the Captain's forcing him to do, so who knows!! The latter part gets a nod, though.]

That does make sense; it doesn't seem likely that Mr. Jones is handling everything on board! Of course, it's very strange that we haven't seen anyone else yet...

shipside shenaniganry: tentacle edition (1/2)

[ignobel]

Hey! Hey, wait, you should probably--

[Allenby wanders over just in time to see some old dude step off the side of the boat fully clothed, and while she can certainly admire the guts her first reflex is to chase after him and throw herself halfway over the railing trying to call after him -- like, there's an aborted attempt at catching him?

But mostly she just commits to the yelling:]

--NOT GO DIVIN' IN ALL YOUR CLOOOOOTHES!!

[She tried!! And therefore!! No one can criticize her!!]

2/2

[ignobel]

... Wow, something's got an arm.

[scouserer]

[....Aaaaand Constantine comes right back down onto the deck, miserable and soaked. He runs a hand through his hair, trying to keep saltwater out of his eyes.]

Eight arms, if what little we saw's consistent.

[He seems...less concerned than he should be that he just literally walked off the ship and got flung back with a spout of water.]

Unless the whales here happen to have tentacles, as well.