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

[dokkalfheimr]

[Freyja is, if nothing else, an easy roommate to get along with, seeing as she spends most of the day on Monday asleep. Just...in her dress, though she takes off the large thorned mantle adorned with the blue moth design first; if she goes out at all, it's well beyond the point when most would be asleep.

On Tuesday, however, she seems a little more functional and willing to deal with people; she seems to have decided that the mantle can stay off for now - the dress is still ruffly in the skirt but otherwise it's a surprisingly normal white low-cut dress.

Once she's out of the room, Freyja can be found wandering the ship, largely - the vending machines are definitely someplace Freyja can be found, though she doesn't seem like she's actually eating anything she's managing to get out of it; she's just kind of stockpiling candy and the occasional bag of whatever passes for Takis around here for...some reason. Odd.

Otherwise, she can be found back in the party zone, studying the space like she's trying to figure something out.]

This seems like someplace that there should be live entertainment, does it not? Either that or it's a banquet hall... Either way, it seems like a waste of space to leave it as it is.

[Like, what is even the point of this entire 90s hellscape if we cannot indeed party like it's 1999.

Eventually, though, as evening wanes into night, she doesn't seem inclined at all to settle; she returns to her room for a brief while, seeking out Chloe in the interest of...well.]

...Might I ask you something?

[Whatever that something is.

Late at night, though, she'll come out of the room again, heading up to the top deck; the white dress is gone, replaced by the swimsuit she'd found in her room. She looks like a Dixie cup and doesn't seem too concerned with modesty, seeing as she isn't bothering to cover up on the way up there; she just makes her way up to the pool, pausing for only a brief moment before slipping into the water.

If she's going to be up here, it's better to do it late at night; she is, after all, far more accustomed to the stars than the sun.]

Vending Machines

[cethflayn]

[While Freyja is amassing her snack stockpile, a couple of machines down the line, Flayn is slowly working out just how the machine operates. She is...literally trying every combo of buttons on the grid - two letters, two numbers, a letter and a number-]

Oh! It's doing a thing!

[The machine dispenses...the most radical of snacks. It takes her half a minute to figure out how to get the snack out of the tray where it dispensed, and she looks at it with intense curiosity before pocketing it and trying a new combination.]

Aha! Yes!

[Now this comes out.

She really will not shut up with each new delicacy that comes out of the machine. Sorry, Freyja!]

[dokkalfheimr]

[...god bless, Flayn.

Freyja looks over at the apparent excitement going on over there; she can't say she doesn't understand the feeling, at least somewhat.]

I take it these machines are new to you as well?

[cethflayn]

Yes, they are completely unfamiliar to me! But delightful as well!

[Boop boop - oh shit, some kind of chips?]

The packaging is so strange and colorful! It almost feels like a present!

[dokkalfheimr]

It does seem like a gift of some sort, doesn't it?

[oh god the most 90s of Doritos- ]

I'm keeping them in case they turn out to be useful. Goodwill offerings, if nothing else.

party zone

[scythegun]

Ja, if they meant for us to celebrate the new year, then they certainly should have given us something more here!

[Hi, Freyja. Yeager is here, holding up a hand in greeting as he joins her to look out over the (rather depressing) party zone.]

I wonder if Mr. Jones will provide some live entertainment if we ask him nicely?

[dokkalfheimr]

...He could, in theory. Lord Davy plays the organ.

[So there's that.]

I would imagine we would have to make it worthwhile for him somehow, however.

[scythegun]

Hmm, ja... I doubt it would really be worth it, then.

[Live entertainment in exchange for whatever Davy Jones would ask for?? Pass!!]

He certainly is an interesting man, though! And quite talented, apparently!

[dokkalfheimr]

...I can ask him, if you find yourself hesitant. I take comfort in the notion that the one in charge of our well-being appears to be more like me than you.

[Full offense.]

chloe!

[hellahighwater]

[ A fucking roommate. That's a new one. Hopefully Freyja doesn't mind that Chloe spent most of Monday completely passed out from exhaustion. Today, however, she's...okay, still not exactly up and at 'em, but more aware, more alive.

Really wishing, as she lays on the top bunk, she had something to toke up with, to take herself one step away from this fucked up cruise. ]

Huh? [ She peers over the side at Freyja. ] What's up, do I snore or somethin'?

[ ...She doesn't, not much, for the record. ]

[dokkalfheimr]

If you do, then I'm not aware of it.

[We're good, Chloe.]

No, I was looking over the profiles, and I find myself curious about your listed occupation.

[Oh dear.]

[hellahighwater]

...Yeah? What of it?

[ Oh, fuck. Chloe leans back so she's just staring at the ceiling instead. ]

[dokkalfheimr]

[She'll settle on the lower bunk, just...picking up the device and scrolling idly through it.]

I'm unfamiliar with the terms used, that's all.

Pool

[oceangirlfriend]

[Adeline's gone with just slipping her labcoat off and laying it on a deck chair, waving slightly when she sees Freyja.]

Hello, Lady Freyja. Do you mind if I join you?

[dokkalfheimr]

[This is nice, really; Freyja isn't going to be winning any Olympic medals or anything but she's at least good at not drowning.]

Adeline. You certainly may. The evening is pleasant tonight.

[oceangirlfriend]

[Adeline's smile widens as she slips into the pool, her tail flicking back and forth as she dives downwards before emerging next to where Freyja is.]

It certainly is. And the company's not bad, either.

[dokkalfheimr]

[Oh...]

That's...very kind of you to say.

Party Zone

[ahelpingpaw]

Maybe we are meant to be hosting the parties. After the announcement the Captain made I doubt anyone would go to anything the Captain or Davy Jones host, but if someone among us makes a party...!

[Wouldn't that be great, Freyja? Wouldn't it? Socializing!]

[dokkalfheimr]

[Hmm...]

I've hosted grand banquets before, in the halls of Dökkálfheinr - I see no reason not to here. Especially if it is the dawn of the new year, as has been stated.

[ahelpingpaw]

I have hosted parties before, as well as a number of smaller events. Making one here shouldn't be too difficult...

[...Filbo deflates a little]

...well, although maybe it's not the best time? It's true banquets and parties are good for unity, but it probably is a little too soon for that.

[Maybe, once everyone has gotten acquainted, a party of some sort would be a good idea?]

[dokkalfheimr]

Perhaps in a few days' time...? That will allow us to prepare something, and I feel that by then we will either know each other somewhat better or it will serve as a welcome distraction.

Besides, perhaps it will make the Captain see that we're disinterested in playing his little game.

vending machines

[thisaroma]

[ Decus had headed this way with the intention of stocking up on snack cakes and stuff himself (but not for himself, naturally), but as soon as he mentally matches the image of the woman in line in front of him to her profile picture, his eyes widen with excitement and thoughts of Little Debbie temporarily go out the window. Oh shit, is this his chance?!! ]

Excuse me! You're her, right? The goddess of love?!

[dokkalfheimr]

[...Of all times to be approached, it's when she's working on obtaining just, like, so many Jujubes.

That said, she'll stand up from where she was getting the latest out of the machine, and she'll sort of stare at this person for a while, and then she'll tip her head a little bit.]

I am. You are...Decus, correct?

[She is, I can guarantee, not pronouncing that correctly.]

[thisaroma]

Oh! Yeah, that's me. [ Ssssort of. ] I guess you've studied up on everyone, huh?

[ ...On second thought, while his inclination is to let that mispronunciation slide since he genuinely does not care, maybe he should make sure she's got the right one. What if she makes some binding magical love declaration between Alice and some mystery guy whose name actually is pronounced that way? ]

Though uh, actually it's pronounced like "dex," just, you know, in case it matters how you say it when you give a blessing or something.

[dokkalfheimr]

[...This is going places very rapidly, isn't it, ohhh dear.]

...Then so it shall be.

I have tried to acquaint myself with those here, though obviously I have not met everyone quite yet.