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.



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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

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...

[scouserer]

Maybe s'all automated. Like a futuristic, '90s cruise ship. We were promised luxury, weren't we?

[So no people in sight.]

Ghosts aren't out of the question, either.

[scythegun]

Oh, I hadn't considered ghosts! That likely would explain it, though I must admit I didn't think they could be real!

[But considering we have literal Davy Jones here, anything goes!!]

[scouserer]

Believe me, they're real. Better be careful you don't get haunted, eh?

[In fact, the ship's been one of the few places where he hasn't immediately been haunted by the literal manifestation of his past. It's just all in his mind, now!

He cracks a grin, turning back to the vending machines. He puts in a few numbers, and a packet of...Funyuns? Drop down into the retrieval bin.]

You think they'd be offended if we left crisp offerings for them?

[scythegun]

[2spooky......]

I'm sure they'd appreciate any reward for their hard work! Letting them know we're aware of them and support them would certainly be a kind gesture!

[oh my god.]

[scouserer]

[A pause. Constantine eyes the bag in his hand and then the vending machine before him. He pops open the bag, takes out a Single, Small Onion Ring, and places it on top of the machine.]

There. An offering. Hope these ghosts like onion powder.

[He wonders if it'll be knocked to the ground if the machines get restocked....anyways. He takes a step back, placing a ring in his mouth and crunching on it.]

What d'you think'll happen if one of these breaks down? He can't just chuck the whole thing in the ocean...right?

[scythegun]

[Yeager nods very solemnly at this. This is absolutely an exceptional offering for our ghostly friends.]

I've been curious about that too... Maybe it would simply remain broken here until they could be bothered to fix it? If they'd even do that in the first place?

[...]

But tossing it overboard would be entertaining...

[just yeet the vending machine into the ocean, just do it]

[scouserer]

[A pause. Constantine's eyebrows furrow deeply as he thinks. Then, like a fire being lit by a spark, realization dawns on him.]

Hey, mate, y'know what I just realized?

[A grin with absolutely no good intentions behind it spreads across his face.]

There isn't a rule against destroying property.

[scythegun]

[Constantine, you are the one valid person on this boat.]

I did think that was a particularly silly oversight... I wonder just what will happen if we test our our little theory regarding these machines, hmm?

[scouserer]

If I remember correctly, the scientific process has several steps. [He raises a finger.] First, a question--what will happen if we break one of these machines?

[He puts up another finger.]

Two--hypothesis. Personally, I think he'll chuck it over the side of the ship when we aren't looking.

And third--procedure. [A pause. He gestures grandly towards the vending machine.] Care to do the honors, mate?

[scythegun]

[Yeager absolutely looks like he's trying not to smirk through all of this, nodding at Constantine's words.]

Well, I would love to, but unfortunately I'm lacking a weapon! Perhaps you should take the lead on this one?

[scouserer]

Don't need a weapon.

[Constantine takes a few steps back and evaluates the vending machine. He's not particularly strong, and at the very least, punching through it would certainly result in bruised knuckles. At the most, broken bones and intense bleeding.

So, he opts for a different route. He plants his back foot against the ground and smashes his heel against the glass. It takes a few tries before it begins to crack and the internal lights flicker. With a final kick, the glass shatters, cascading upon the ground and causing John to stagger off-balance.

With a grin, he looks back towards Yeager.]

Now what?

[scythegun]

[See, this is why he left it to you, none of his attacks involve kicking people!! Anyway, he claps at Constantine's performance before answering that question.]

Perhaps we should wait to see if anything happens? Though I don't know if anyone would swing by to handle it while we're here watching...

[scouserer]

[Constantine shrugs.]

S'not like I've got anything else to do.

[And he wanders out of the room, waiting in the doorframe for Yeager to follow. Once he catches up--]

How long d'you think we ought to wait?

[scythegun]

[Out we go! But hmm...]

If we wait until tomorrow, it will surely be taken care of, so perhaps we should give it just a little while and check in on it every so often?

[scouserer]

[Constantine nods, scratching his chin and frowning.]

Let's give it five, maybe ten minutes.

[And with that, he closes the door. He waits, head tilted to the side and listening for any sort of noise coming from the vending machine room.]

You hear anything?

[scythegun]

Ja, sounds good!

[Surely things couldn't be handled that quickly... But given that we have no idea how any of this works and it may actually be ghosts, better to start with smaller increments of time.

Of course, Yeager's listening carefully as well on the other side, but he shakes his head at the question.]

No, nothing. It's very quiet in there.

[Well apart from standard Vending Machine Noises from the working ones.]

[scouserer]

[Constantine nods, crossing his arms and waiting. After a few minutes, he pushes open the door to glance in.]

What--

[He throws the door open a little further open. The glass has been swept up and cleaned.]

--goddamn already?

[scythegun]

[At that exclamation, Yeager looks in as well.]

That's certainly unexpected.

[Okay, so it's magic. Definitely magic.]

I'm quite impressed with the speed... Does it seem to be a good repair job, though?

[scouserer]

[Constantine saunters up to the vending machine and knocks a fist against the front glass, frowning. It certainly seems thicker and more sturdy than before.]

Looks like they might've just replaced it entirely. [He frowns.] Bloody hell.

[scythegun]

Entirely?

[Hang on, let him get a look... Oh wow, yeah that definitely does seem different.]

That is impressive. Entirely unexplained, but certainly impressive!