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 Ahoy!

[ignobel]

I. Party Zone Probeapalooza! (+ Investigation)

[Early in the morning finds early birds, or maybe just the early soldierly types (they are All Very Soldierly, y'all), or maybe just Allenby cavorting about the ship -- more specifically the ✧・ﾟ:*Party Zone*:・ﾟ✧ -- it's doubtful that anyone's feeling all that festive, though.

The ridiculous hour aside, they did just have a close encounter with (kind of stupid, but still) death a while ago, another few death threats in between, and now there's like five cryptids on board and no one knows where all of them are at any given time. Kind of puts a damper on anyone wanting to pop a party.

Which means she's taking advantage of all of the above to mess around in the party section! First of all, she'll be checking the New Year's swag for information, including dates and times and locations, like what year is it, why is it supposedly New Year's, what's the point. Itineraries? Past itineraries? More pamphlets?

She'll also be checking out the rest of the room; hapless bystanders might walk in to find her stacking tables and chairs to reach and peer into the chandeliers.]

You think stuff like this is a hazard if we're supposed to be in a death match, or a battle royale or what? Not that any of it's planned all that well, but better safe than sorry? We were running into some pretty dumb sabotage attempts for a while there...

II. Putting the Gym through its Gears 2k21(?)

[Rather later in the morning, but still morning proper rather than Normal People Cruise Hours, Allenby's wandered her way on over to the onboard gym, because of course she has. What, did you expect her not to immediately out herself as somebody who spends more time with weights and machines than people?? Alas.

She doesn't spend all that much time on any one of the provided amenities and gadgets, seemingly just putting everything through its paces, including pretty much all the weights. Seems like someone with her build shouldn't be able to toss these things around like rice paper, but hey.

You might find her doing that absurd thing, or otherwise going through an equally absurd flurry of martial arts moves with the ease of long practice. All of the kiai might be a clue!]

Hah! Haa-hah! You'd think a place like this would have a better gym, or at least an arcade, or something... good thing I don't need anything except my fists for this.

[And if you're one of the profiles with like, a military-like or military-adjacent occupation or something (or I guess if you're literally or figuratively a robot), she'll raise an eyebrow at you over her fists:]

I could use a moving target to wake up properly, though. So? How about it?

III. Wrong Neighborhood, It's a Bust (Room 10 + Neighbors + Rubberneckers)

You know, I always thought cruises were supposed to be more... cool? Better furniture? The scenery is pretty nice, but this is almost as barebones as the junk I used to eat dinner in. No offense, gramps.

[At some point in the day or maybe later towards evening, Allenby finally gets around to finding her roommate again back in their quarters -- seemingly she's striking up a conversation, though she's also just apologized to someone who isn't here. Carmen certainly isn't a grandpa by any stretch of the imagination.

Probably.

You never know around here.

It's all bare curiosity rather than complaining, probably because she seems to have settled into the cramped living space and the too-many-people-and-little-privacy mess like she was made for it, or just roughly fitting like one of the old-fashioned and terrible tie-dye shirts she's currently holding up and squinting at.

She's standing in the doorway of Room 10, so she might also address whoever is around there.]

And I don't know about you, but I still haven't found any of the staff hiding under the beds or in a vending machine somewhere.

gym

[onlyyoucan]

You're asking me to fight you?

[She just kind of stares. Okay??]

[ignobel]

Pretty much. What, you not into sparring or something, cadet?

[There's an amused intonation on the word -- it's not mocking, but it is a little bit goading, because Allenby takes note of these things, and moreover it's at least three times cheekier for being directed at someone ostensibly her own age. That is, if the profiles are even reliable.

Nothing like a live experiment, though. She cocks her head and waits.]

I'll let you have the first move, even.

[onlyyoucan]

Are you serious?

[She frowns and looks her over, but still walks up anyway.]

Fine. Though I don't know why.

[And with that, Sara concentrates, steps forward, and tries to replicate one of the kicks Allenby had been doing by herself earlier.]

iii.

[hellahighwater]

[ Chloe, from her own room, door slightly cracked, next door: ]

I told ya! It's a ghost ship!

[ignobel]

[Hollered back, sing-song:]

More like a fossil ship!

--Hey, since when did you move next door?

[She's not budging from her mock-sentinel position at her own place, but she is peering in direction of the place next door. Nice coincidence.]

[hellahighwater]

Uhhhh since Captain Douchebag gave us our assignments? [ The door's open juuuust enough for Allenby to see that Chloe's on the top bunk, chilling. ...Maybe chilling? Eh, she looks more chill than not. ] Okay I crashed hella hard yesterday, but I been here. Whether people notice me or not.

ii

[ltcommandroid]

[Data raises his eyebrows.]

You should be cautious if you want to strike me. You could injure yourself.

[But like, that's not a "no"...]

[ignobel]

Mmm, I could use some gloves if I'm goin' to be punching robots. Wouldn't be the first time, but I'm not the one it's a hobby for.

[........ implying it's a hobby of her acquaintance! Look, you probably don't want to know her life, but y'all already have 'giant robots' as a reference point so good luck extrapolating the kind of shenanigans she's been privy to. F.

Allenby, for her part, is going to pause for a bit, look around -- shrug, and then start wrapping her hands with whatever in the gym passes for towels or hand towels or whatever. You make do with what you've got.]

Doesn't sound like a no to me, though!

[ltcommandroid]

I do have some training in hand-to-hand combat.

[Usually people are more hesitant to go against him just for fun, though...Data seems interested in this, actually!]

I will moderate my own strength.

iii

[calx]

Is that where you expect to find them?

[ Just following her train of logic here. ]

[ignobel]

I'd say I've looked most other places, so it's just down to the weirder hiding places at this point. I've seen people pop out of weirder spots.

[Gesturing as she talks, evidently from the way she uses her room to illustrate her point she's thoroughly inspected the bunks, all nooks and crannies, even whatever is going on with the compartments in there. There really aren't that many places in their spare bedrooms for this, though.

Just. It's a big ship, but they've been fairly diligent, right? Right. Sort of.]

There was this one guy, liked to come out of nowhere. Pretty sure I saw him come out of the ground like a flower and create his own geyser at some point. Neo Germany sure is impressive...

[calx]

[ He follows her movements with his eyes, though he's pretty still otherwise. Something something geo users. ]

Ah, I've seen that before. But I am assuming he was not at all part dendro slime? Nature slime, if the term dendro is unfamiliar to you.

ii. gym

[sharddrive]

You know you'd probably just break your hand, right?

[He gives the side of his head a small metallic knock to emphasize that he is, in fact, pretty solid metal.]

[ignobel]

I've punched worse, promise! I can go easy on you, though. You're awfully short.

[I can't believe she's going 2 for 2 on punching robots but also, what else is a Gundam Fighter for!!! (This is absolutely the wrong form of Gundam fighting.) (This is still not the weirdest thing that's happened in her life, let's be real here.)

It looks like at some point she's grabbed either the shitty tie-dyed shirt or shorts or both, because she can totally wrap her hands in the unfortunate fashion faux pas of the 80's. 90's? Far before her time, it's fine.]

And full of secrets. It'd be fun to knock some outta there.

[That is mostly unserious. She's talking to a hedgehog, okay.]

[sharddrive]

Ooh, height jokes. I'd take offense, but I'm above that.

[Sure, he'll square up. He might have to hold back, but who knows, maybe he'll be surprised.]

And please, I'm a hog who wears his heart on his sleeve.

gym

[sivard]

[Well, Zaveid does have fighting listed as one of his likes, and he doesn't look the least bit put off by the question. Actually, he beams.]

I've been gettin' antsy since coming here, my usually sparring buddy isn't here with us!

[ignobel]

That the guy who keeps getting listed all over your profile? I've got the same problem, though, and I'm not even usually limited to the one guy.

[There's a sigh from her because well yes, she has a regular sparring partner, but in this case it's more like had so having random wandering fighters, robots and fellow soldiers to bounce off of really is convenient.

But she really would have preferred to punch somebody she knew!

Just a preference. In the present, Allenby grins back at him.]

So let's see... You've got to be some kind of pro, right? Good thing I'm all warmed up.

[sivard]

Yeah, that's him. He's pretty fun to fight.

[He's already getting into a defensive posture.]

C'mon, give me your best shot!

ii

[guffawsungraciously]

[...well, Jasper is feeling a bit emotionally sore as he tries to work out what the heck any of this stuff in the gym is, but on the other hand, he does consider the question.]

I will admit to being more accustomed to fighting with weapons than fighting unarmed, but I suppose it cannot hurt terribly to try and sharpen my skills in that area.

[He ponders it a bit further before nodding.]

Very well, then. You do not mind if I remove my shirt for the sake of having a better range of motion, then?

[It's the nice white shirt that goes with the suits so he doesn't want to sweat all over it...! Even if the laundry is really convenient!]

[ignobel]

[Are you being maudlin over the treadmills, Jasper, really doesn't become you. For a dude with prettier in his name he does do an excellent bit of brooding, surely, but Allenby is just happy as anything not to have to wait around.]

Well, if you ever dig up a weapon I'd be happy to face you on your turf! It's just way easier to get the measure of somebody when I can get 'em to put their fists up!

[She's way too enthusiastic about this. Maybe he has made a mistake. Maybe she's just a punching machine.]

Other than that, do whatever you want. Just don't use it as an excuse later.

[Said lightly, apparently she's just fine either way with fighting a shirtless dude. Such is the life of a martial arts moron, really.]

[guffawsungraciously]

[LOOK IT’S NOT THE TREADMILL IT’S A LOT OF OTHER THINGS........]

Well, if I ever come across a weapon, I will ask you for a match in that arena. But for now, I will thank you for that.

[RIGHT, so, shirt goes off, time to get into position...]

Whenever you are ready, then.

Investigation Ahoy!

[bathymetric]

[ So! There aren't a lot of pamphlets or itineraries or... anything like that around here, which might be a little strange already, but there's definitely one major thing that's Off in here. ]

[ignobel]

[Maybe they're just super into the New Year's theme around here, minus the capitalism but with all the capital punishment their dear Captain can provide. Seems about right.

So like, what's off. Is she about to regret looking a festive horse in the mouth or no.]

gym

[hypnowhip]

[Sylvando has made gym time part of his daily routine for some semblance of normalcy. He's currently using the fancy treadmill and watching Allenby go at it with her punches when he finds himself being addressed.]

Oooh, sure! I'd be happy to give you something to try to hit.

[He shuts the treadmill off and prances on over to the open area.]

I hope you're ready for a challenge, darling~

[Not that he's underestimating her any- he's just one slippery target.]