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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buffet

[scouserer]

[Oh, how do you describe Margaritaville to someone who has never experienced it? Constantine can be found hovering around the buffet, having filled a plate up with skewered shrimp. He raises an eyebrow,]

Man's made a profit on the idea of island escape. Tropical shirts, sunsets, and margaritas--the whole deal.

[He pauses, taking a big bite out of a shrimp.]

You know what ennui is?

[sivard]

...Man, that sounds like quite the life. Bet you any malak near humans living like that is pretty damn happy!

[...as for the question...]

No. Can't say I have, to be honest.

[scouserer]

You know that feeling where you're sitting at the breakfast table staring down at your coffee mug, not knowing what you're doing with yourself or your life? Or when you're out at a bar, knowin' you should be enjoying yourself and feeling bored and unfulfilled no matter how many bloody glasses you down?

[He says this all while busy nibbling at his shrimp kebab, slowly picking the pieces of meat off one by one. Frankly, it's kind of rude that he's speaking with his mouth full.]

That's ennui. And that's the emotion that Margaritaville evokes.

[He consumes the last piece of shrimp, then carelessly tosses the skewer into a nearby trashcan. After another pause, he turns back to face Zaveid, squinting up at him.]

What's a malak?

[sivard]

[Zaveid gives the blankest, most confused stare at the answer.

Evidently, this is not a feeling he understands at all. So instead of asking more questions, he answers the question given to him instead.]

Spirits. Like me. 'Course most humans can't see them normally, but things are kinda weird around here. Back home, bad things needed to happen for all humans to be able to see us; it's not a usual thing.

[scouserer]

[Ah. Well, that explains Zaveid's title...and the blank look at he gives Constantine. Constantine just sighs, rubbing the back of his neck.]

Never mind, just look it up in the dictionary. The library ought to have one.

[He scratches the stubble on his chin, eyebrows furrowing together.]

So you're a spirit, then? Somethin' happen for you to end up like that, or....?

[sivard]

[Actually, that isn't what his title refers to at all, but leeet's go with that, it's not like he'd talk about what it actually means.]

Right, sure. I'll have to take a look at it.

[....]

Nah, malakhim are born at earthpulse points. I have heard that sometimes, a human can be reborn as a malak, but we're not ghosts or anything like that. Just a different kind of people.

[scouserer]

[It's fine!! That's a secret tool to help us later. Or something.]

Huh.

[Constantine blinks. After a pause:]

Can safely say I've never heard of that before in my life. Must've been a shock to be perceived by everyone else on this ship, then.

[sivard]

It sure was.

[....]

Not for the reason you might expect, though. It's because up until recently, for the last three years, all humans had suddenly been able to perceive my kind. The Abbey had... done something. The details aren't important, exactly; just know that a lot more than just my kind were in danger due to their actions.

Long story short, a buddy of mine was involved in setting things right, though he's never actually told me how it happened.

[scouserer]

Hmmm.

[Constantine can only imagine how fucked it would be if all humans were suddenly able to see a side of the world they previously didn't even have to acknowledge! He tilts his head to the side.]

You think that might have anything to do with the situation we've found ourselves in right now?

[sivard]

I'm not so sure. Inominat isn't in the picture anymore, from what I can tell. And it's not like the Empyreans have the power to pull people from entirely different worlds.