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

[jibunwo]

[Zero was back in the library again for most of the day, when he wasn't sneaking off to the buffet and then back to briefly shut himself in room 11 around lunchtime.]

[For most of the time he was in the library, he was writing in a notebook from the vending machine--making pages of notes in varying states of organization. Every so often he'd pause to (probably, it was hard to tell) read one over again, then tear it out of the notebook in dissatisfaction. Most of them he'd crumple in annoyance like one ordinarily would with a discarded page, but once in a while he'd reconsider that, instead folding the unneeded notes into a paper crane.]

[True to his profile, they were well-constructed.]

Library

[cethflayn]

[You know, some folks mentioned they found books from their homes here. Out of curiosity, Flayn decides, hey, maybe there's one about Fodlan in here?

At first when she enters the library, she doesn't do anything that might bother Zero - no talking, no unnecessary sounds, just a quiet young lady perusing the bookshelves. But then it becomes apparent that any tome she might be looking for is possibly on a higher shelf than she can reach.]

Excuse me for a moment.

[Yes, she is taking a chair from the table you're sitting at and dragging it across the floor to the bookshelf to climb on it and have a better look. Yes it's a loud, low screech noise. You're welcome.]

[jibunwo]

[flayn]

[flayn are you]

[are you just gonna...]

[you know what he's just gonna let this shit play out]

[cethflayn]

[abso-fucking-lutely]

If it isn't there, it must be here, mustn't it...?

[She says it moreso to herself, carefully looking through the titles on the spines, sometimes pausing to reread one or the other just to make sure she doesn't miss anything...]

-Aha!

[She grasps and hefts out...not an entirely huge book, but definitely an older-looking one that is tucked under one arm as she hops down from the chair and-

Yeah she's pulling the chair back to your table, bro.]

[jibunwo]

[WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO HIM]

...Do you have to make that noise?

[cethflayn]

Oh-

[Oh, oops, yeah that's. Loud, isn't it.]

I am sorry! I could try lifting the chair.

[She puts the book on the seat of the chair and looks at it for a moment before smartly grabbing it from underneath the seat and lifting it up...minimally. Enough so that when she slowly totters back to the table, it thankfully doesn't scrape against the floor. When she finally places it down, though, her arms are shaking slightly.]

That is - that is heavier than it looks...

[jibunwo]

[Zero pressed a hand low to his helmet in what was, unmistakably, a facepalm.]

Forget it. Don't overexert yourself, and just be a little more mindful next time of what you're doing.

library

[guffawsungraciously]

[Jasper's trying to scrounge up some new nonfiction material that does not seem too much like things he's already read, so he keeps... noticing all the tearing...

...after it's happened a few times, he looks over his shoulder.]

Having some trouble, are you?

[jibunwo]

I'm trying to consolidate our information as of yesterday.

[He looked back in time to catch sight of the world's most frustratedly made paper crane.]

But I continue to be sidetracked attempting to make sense of it where sense is nowhere to be found.

[guffawsungraciously]

Hm... it may not be a bad idea to keep track of your theories and speculation, even so. Perhaps rather than discarding them outright, you ought to use a different notebook for those so you do not get them mixed up with actual facts.

[jibunwo]

...Perhaps.

[unfortunately, he had to admit that was a good point.]

What do you make of all this, yourself?

[guffawsungraciously]

Oh, I do agree that it makes very little sense based on the information to which we currently have access... and I must admit, I feel somewhat hamstrung by the lack of familiarity I have with what is even possible in this world.

[hmmm... but, well...]

Regardless, I feel that a disproportionate amount of effort must have gone into ensuring our presence here for the Captain’s initial explanation to be true, unless it happened to be part of some bizarre sacrificial ritual. Given that he has a legendary figure as his first mate, though, that is not entirely out of the question.

[jibunwo]

Agreed--the idea that he was merely going to immolate us and fail is absurd on every imaginable level, and a poor intimidation tactic at its best. However he did bring us here, the eventually stated purpose was clearly the intent from the beginning.

library

[paucipan]

[Ah, it's this cryptid. Plumeria just likes to come in here to read some uselessly stupid human literature, but she happens to come across him making one of those cranes, and...

...Huh. She does wind up staring for a few moments; origami isn't something Plumeria is familiar with, but hopefully you don't mind at least one curious onlooker.]

...How did you do that? [Plumeria is cautiously curious, just looking at the little crane. It's...cute...] I've never seen such a feat before...

[jibunwo]

Do what-?

[Distracted by his own thoughts as he was, it took Zero a moment to realize what she was talking about.]

Oh...you mean the paper crane? It's actually fairly simple.

[paucipan]

...That's what it's called?

[...Well, Plumeria is going to take a seat somewhere nearby, just kind of transfixed by the little bird, but...]

It's intriguing. I'd like to see how you do it.

[jibunwo]

[Zero seemed to consider the idea for a moment before taking a few pages out of the back of the notebook, setting them on the table before slowly folding one into another crane, step by step as clearly as he could.]

[paucipan]

[Plumeria watches intently; it is something that she wants to see and try to do for herself, and there's a surprisingly determined look on her face, and by the time Zero is done, Plumeria will go to grab a piece of paper and attempt to mimic it...

It's a careful process, and...let's be honest, Plumeria's first attempt comes out a little floppy looking. It's mostly a bit of overshooting the folds and going back, but it's complete, at least!]

I...think I have it. [Even if it is a little sad looking, though, Plumeria picks it up.] It really is kind of precious.

[jibunwo]

It was taught to me by someone not very long ago. Mine never do turn out as well, I regret to say. Yours is good for an initial attempt.

library

[calx]

That is a novel way of utilizing discarded notes.

[ Zero has probably seen Albedo around in the library before; it's one of his favorite haunts, though he's often too deep in his own notes or a book to really engage in company. ]

[jibunwo]

It's better to pause to think on one's next move when put into check.

[whatever the fuck that means, zero.]

And it takes a moment longer to fold this than it does to simply toss a useless page aside.

[calx]

Transmuting the old form into something new and better of use. Yes, that is a basic tenet of alchemy. [ They can both read way too much into the little things. ]

Do you mind if I imitate your efforts?

[jibunwo]

I can hardly stop you.

[go for it, kid.]

[calx]

Well, yes. [ There's almost something amused in that. Albedo will take some scrap paper of his own from his notebook (it's full of complex looking runes) and start to fold a crane of his own.

...it does not work out all that well. ]

You are quite skilled.

[jibunwo]

...I've had some practice.

[He started folding one again--in slower and easily followed motions.]