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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[ 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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[ahelpingpaw]

[Well that's a thing to be saying about the chanderlier! Which...frankly Chloe is right. Chandeliers really are kinda gaudy]

Maybe people buy it because they're expensive and...have nothing better to spend money on?

[A ton of hot pockets or eggs would be a far better decision, Filbo has to agree]

[hellahighwater]

Oh, I know why the buy it, it's 'cause they're rich asshats who don't care about other people. [ Oh, just, straight up— ] If you got money for this shit, you should give all of it away.

[ahelpingpaw]

[hey chloe you wanna invest in gamestop stocks youre gonna love it]

That'd be kinda nice. [Filbo can't really disagree with that -- not that he'd expect to receive money from rich people if they give it away] Just standing somewhere with a pile of money, giving them to random passerbys.

It wouldn't be too bad.

[hellahighwater]

[ you know? she would. ]

Wouldn't it be nice...? [ A little wistful, but then she scoffs. ] They're never going to, though. That's like a definition of being rich. You gotta hoard it like a douchecanoe.

[ Probably she should be a little more concerned that she's talking to a...whatever Filbo is? But frankly? After everything? Nah. This is fine. Life-sized muppet man? Fuck it. Bring it on. ]

[ahelpingpaw]

[After a while little trifles such as large fuzzy creatures existing become unimportant, haha! Such is life!]

I wasn't aware that was a requirement. Not that I plan to be rich. [With the salary he gets as a mayor? He's not going to be wealthy by any means] Why hoard it, though? Wouldn't it be better to spend it on something useful?

[Not in chandeliers, that's for sure. If Filbo by any chance does strike gold, he's not buying any chandeliers at all, that much he's promising himself right now]

[hellahighwater]

It's just 'cause they're assholes, dude. They throw it on shit they don't need, and then keep grabbing more from the people who need it more. There's no reason for it. They're just terminally addicted to being motherfuckers.

[ahelpingpaw]

[Quite the strong opinions!]

So if you get rich all of a sudden you'll give it all away? That's really generous of you!

[In the mouth of someone else wording it like that would sound really sarcastic, but it seems Filbo means it]

[hellahighwater]

Heyyy, whoa, I never said anything like that.

[ Ungrateful? Ungracious? No, it— ]

If hell freezes over entirely and I, by some impossible chance, get rich, I'm paying off my fucking debts. [ In...an equally impossible world, where she's not a blight on the universe and therefore allowed to, you know, live. ] ...Rest goes to my mom's.

[ She becomes quite preoccupied with a scuff on the floor; she's trying to make it bigger with her shoe. ]

Rich assholes suck. But the people who don't have money and then get some... They should hold on it if they can.

[ahelpingpaw]

[Filbo stays silent for a moment. He's not one to get pedantic about things or point out contradictions because things really aren't that black and white, but still...he should say something, no? This girl here, she seems to have hit a touchy topic about herself, and it all started because of those chandeliers.

Does that make it the Captain's fault? Eh. No, probably it was Filbo's own fault, he thinks]

Maybe you're giving it a little too much thought.

[He says that with some hesitation, but once those few words come out the rest seem to rush out of him without he thinking too much about them, even though he's stumbling with them a bit]

I-I'm not saying you're wrong! I do agree with some of what you have said, and it's not like I know anything about what being rich is like. It's not really something I have thought about. But sometimes it just...doesn't need to be too complicated. Things like those chandeliers are excessive, I guess? I'd never buy a chandelier if I had enough money for one, nor I'd go on cruise ships for a month nor I'd eat seafood sixteen hours a day nor...I can't think of other rich people things we're doing right now.

[Okay, the seafood part is just him because he's hungry, don't pay attention to that. Filbo shrugs, a little uncertain if he even is making a point here. What can he say, someone who looks like she has thought of some sad stuff just makes him feel like he has to say something:]

But when thinking about this kinda stuff starts making you feel bad I think you should do something else! Life's a lot to deal with already, so why get tied in knots because of semantics, right?

[Despite being really sociable, he has never been socially graceful -- but at least it's a clumsy attempt to get her to distract herself. It's well-meaning, if perhaps ineffective, as usual]

[hellahighwater]

[ Chloe frowns deeply as Filbo gets that first statement out, and she's pretty clearly annoyed with it, but then he just launches into this ramble, one that'd put one of her weed-induced motormouth sessions to shame, and her eyebrows slowly raise up to her hairline. Every time it seems like she'll have a moment to get something in edgewise, he keeps going, until finally, finally there's a bit of silence, and by that point she doesn't really know what to say. ]

That...is a lot of words for trying to tell me to look on the bright side, huh, pal?

[ At least, in the end of all this, she sounds quite amused. ]

[ahelpingpaw]

...I guess it is. My point could have been clearer, right?

[It's not like he's incapable of making a point! But in the end he's just a silly grumpus trying to be helpful, and sometimes you don't know how to do that, hah!]

[hellahighwater]

A few dozen words less, yeah. But I got what you were putting down in the end.

[ She shrugs. ]

Guess so. There's nothing I can do about it, sooo...