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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pool

[dokkalfheimr]

[Oh, Chloe, hello. The fairies have been coming up here to swim at night, and it looks like tonight isn't much of an exception judging by how Freyja's dressed; even so, however, she doesn't seem bothered by the notion of not being alone up here.

The stars are nice to look at up here, are they not? I've found it rather calming.

[hellahighwater]

[ Oh, wow! So this is where she's been off to... Chloe doesn't quite notice the company for a hot second, but Freyja's a pretty cool chick so far, so, she doesn't mind it when she does. ]

Kinda. You see a lot of 'em in Arcadia Bay. Guess it reminds me of home.

[dokkalfheimr]

Oh, is that so...?

[She'll find one of the lounge chairs nearby to settle on; easier to see the stars that way.]

They're configured differently in Dökkálfheimr, and not often seen in the darkness besides. So this is a bit novel for me still.

[hellahighwater]

Really...? Woulda thought fairy lands would be all about the night sky all lit up.

[ Did Hot Topic lie to her? ]

[dokkalfheimr]

It is, in its own way - the moon is always large and full in the sky overhead. Most of our lands glow, however, with the magic present in the plants and in the soil, to say nothing of the castle itself... We have little need for starlight, in the end, but it doesn't make it any less beautiful in its own right.

[hellahighwater]

...Huh. Plumeria's right, it really does sound hella beautiful.

[dokkalfheimr]

Ljósálfheimr is equally beautiful, just in a different way. Endless meadows full of flowers and tall grasses, perpetually growing and blossoming toward the sun above; waterfalls and the giant stone staircase leading to the castle with its great mirrored hallways...

I miss it as much as my own realm sometimes.

[hellahighwater]

You said they were one in the same once. How come they separated?

[dokkalfheimr]

My brother and I had...difficulties, I suppose. The roots of those difficulties ran too deep to be reconciled. And so I left, deep into Dökkálfheimr.

[hellahighwater]

Hmm, family problems... Yeah, I know how that can go.

[dokkalfheimr]

What happened...? If you can say.

[hellahighwater]

Walked into that one, huh?

[ ... ]

My dad died. And my mom, well... When she remarried a drill sergeant, it caused some friction, let's say that. [ ...But- ] I been kind of a nightmare myself about all that, though. So.

[dokkalfheimr]

[She's quiet for a moment at that.]

...You have my condolences. About your father.

[...]

Losing family is difficult. I do not feel that you can be blamed for not taking it well. Especially when followed by large changes like you've described.

[hellahighwater]

[ She snorts, but it's not, like, dismissive? Just kind of sad, honestly. ]

Everyone said something like that, at first. But, when you don't bounce right back...

[ Chloe clears her throat, shooing away the bitterness slipping into her voice. ]

Anyway. Uh, thanks, I guess. Just want mom to be...happy now, you know? She deserves a lot more than the shit she's been given.

[dokkalfheimr]

I cannot relate to that specific loss; the creator, Alfaðör, still lives. But I've suffered something...comparable. I still find myself uncertain regarding how to move forward.

If even I don't know, then why should anyone else be expected to?

[hellahighwater]

[ For a moment, Chloe doesn't say anything. The only sounds around them are the lapping waves at the ship's hull. ]

I'm sorry. About... [ There was something she remembered reading. Something that stuck in her mind. But... That all felt a little invasive. A little shitty. ] About who you lost. It's... It doesn't really get easier.

[dokkalfheimr]

It's...what you believe it is. Everyone knows. [So there's not much point in trying to be secretive about it.] He was important to me. Older than me, but only just.

I don't expect to recover from it. In a way, it feels wrong to do so.

[hellahighwater]

Like...you're forgetting or disrespecting him? Yeah, I don't... That doesn't go away either. [ Hm. It's still— ] And it fucking sucks that the Captain just...put that on display for everyone. Like no one can just...mourn in peace.

[dokkalfheimr]

...I don't know if I'm surprised that it's there or not. I would prefer that it not be, of course, but that sort of cruelty does seem in line with everything else.

[...]

...Thank you. For talking to me about this.

[hellahighwater]

After dad... People treated me like I was...a leper or something, or worse, like I was made of glass. I hated that... Like I had to be on their timeline and nothing else.

[ It's a strange maturity that Chloe's settling into. She wonders... Ah, fuck it. ]

So... Screw that, I say. Cry or rage or...anything. I won't mind. No one else should, either.

[dokkalfheimr]

I don't think I will while I'm still here - it seems such a pointless thing to be preoccupied with. I cannot change what happened. I can only hope to go back to where I came from, where there's less immediately hanging over my head.

[hellahighwater]

...Yeah. A little time and space to process.

After all... You can't change the past.