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

[scouserer]

[For some reason, Constantine looks mildly irked by this.]

You another one of those kids who come from fuck-all medieval-ville

[Constantine lets out a sigh, resting his head against his head. When you're fifty-one, anyone younger than thirty is a kid.]

You know--factories make waste, and where do they decide to dump it? The river and the ocean, 'cus we don't have enough problems with drinking water. And then the big wigs wonder why the children don't play outside.

[A pause.]

You want my advice, I'd take a trip to the library and carry around a dictionary in times like this.

[silentscout]

[Lalli looks offended by that statement.]

I know the rest of the world considers Finland 'backwater', but I'm not that stupid. I even know what a computer is.

[He's saying that because it's a stereotype in his world that Finns don't know technology. It makes sense to him, ok?]

I don't live near any factories. They're all in Iceland and Sweden. Finland's too close to the Silent World to have something loud like that.

[scouserer]

[Now that catches Constantine by surprise. He sits up a little straighter, a startled expression on his face.]

Wait, you're from Finland?

[Now that's a name he knows!]

Huh. Color me surprised. [He rubs the back of his neck, looking slightly sheepish.] England doesn't happen to still exist wherever you're from, does it?

[silentscout]

What's England? A city?

[That's a no.]

[scouserer]

[An amused scoff.]

You're better off not knowing, believe me.

[His fingers instinctively reach into his pockets for a cigarette--lord knows he could use one--only to come into contact with a bag of gummy worms he took from the vending machines earlier. He frowns, instead deciding to cross his arms.]

So, what miracle timeline are you from where England doesn't exist?

cw: zombie plague

[silentscout]

They got sick and they died. Even the immune in those countries died eventually, I think. Immunity only protected them from the Rash, not the Trolls, Beasts, and Giants.

Iceland isolated immediately and only lost 3/4ths of their population. They did the best out of the Scandinavian countries. Norway, Denmark, Sweden, and Finland made it too, but just barely. Everywhere else is gone now, it's all part of the Silent World. All that's left are bones, rot, and screaming souls.

[He says it so casually, like it's just a part of everyday life for him. Because it is. He's unaware of just how abnormal living in a zombie apocalypse is.]

[scouserer]

[For his credit, Constantine hardly blinks an eye at this explanation. He raises an eyebrow, resting the side of his head against his hand.]

S'that so?

[He's not questioning the mention of trolls or giants or other beasts--they're all staples in his world.]

Hm. A shame. Of course these things would take advantage of a widespread plague. At least the Swedes made it out in one piece--God knows what the world would do without Ikea.

[silentscout]

What's Ikea?

[John gets to wonder what the world is like without Ikea anyway.]

[scouserer]

[Constantine debates on whether or not he wants to spend time explaining the dissociative feeling of being lost in a seemingly endless maze of furniture to a twenty-year-old who probably hasn't even stepped in a department store before, and after a moment, an expression of exhaustion reaches his face.]

Y'know what? You're probably better off asking someone else.

[A pause.]

So the Norse are just cut off from the rest of the world, huh? What d'you do after the world ends, anyways?

[silentscout]

Raise sheep, try not to starve. Fight Trolls.

[Go on a stupid expedition into the Silent World that has terrible consequences-]

Sometimes there's bakers who make cookies and that makes it a little better.

[scouserer]

You mean biscuits.

[But whatever!!! British English and American Engli--wait a second.]

Actually--you said you're from Finland, yet you're speaking English to my ears. The Captain must've put somethin' to translate. Unless all the Nords suddenly decided to switch over to English, for whatever reason....

[silentscout]

That's-

[He actually pauses there, and gets a weird look on his face. It's like he's suddenly realizing something.]

...I thought we were speaking Finnish.

[scouserer]

Huh.

[Constantine scratches his chin, looking thoughtful.]

Looks like the ol' Captain still has a few tricks up his sleeve then, huh?

[silentscout]

[He actually looks kind of disappointed now.]

It's a stupid trick.

[scouserer]

[Constantine shrugs.]

Would've been easier to foster distrust to have us not know what any of us were saying.

[silentscout]

I've been in work parties where I can't understand anyone. You find ways to communicate.