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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[conceivesfrenzy]

[ Oh, please. As if Alice’s going to deny someone the opportunity to take part in… whatever the fuck that word she just said. She giggles. ]

Of course~! There’s always room for one more. ♡

[ Except when she doesn’t want anyone else around her. But her and Magica were about the only two that were actually enjoying themselves earlier, so the duck can stay. She pulls out two packs of Oreos, extending one to her. ]

Here. I’m feeling generous for a change.

[ F-friendship? ]

[magycks]

[ YOU KNOW WHAT... WE'RE GONNA CALL IT THAT..... There's a look of surprise which crosses her face for a hot second upon the production of the Oreos — not because she's touched or anything, more like Magica is fully aware of her own personality and extremely unused to anyone responding to it with anything but annoyance. But if she keeps looking like that, it will seem like she's some kind of little match girl who's never seen a biscuit before, so! Keeping it moving!! Taking the Oreos!!!

She smiles for another hot second before she starts fiddling around with the cellophane packaging. ]

Any response from the depths yet? I wonder how much detritus it actually takes to set that thing off.

[conceivesfrenzy]

[ A good thing she moved, because Alice was gonna pull it back if she stared at it any longer.

She gives Magica a look, before looking back over the water. ]

Not yet. There hasn’t been very much sign of anything, actually. [ She pops a cookie in her mouth. ] Maybe if we just empty one of the machines in, it’ll do something?

[ She doesn’t sound too convinced about that theory, but hey, it’s not like they’re doing anything else, right? ]

[magycks]

Maybe, or maybe it needs to look like a human to set it off. Motion, maybe...

Or we could just take Constantine's favorite shirt, put it on a makeshift dummy, and toss it over the rails, see if that does anything.

[conceivesfrenzy]

[ Bro, she absolutely lights up at that suggestion. ]

He’s got that trench coat that he wears all the time, right? Maybe we could use that and toss it overboard!

[ Though… where are they gonna get a mannequin.... ]

[magycks]

Yes! Easy enough to get off him, plus he's the only one fool enough to have jumped over himself [ look she didn't see Adeline do it it's fine ] so it'll recognize his scent — it's perfect!

[ she breaks into a mostly closed-mouth wicked laugh which is best transcribed as HUHUHUHUHUMMHMMMHMHMHMHMHAHAHAAAAA— ]

... where are we going to get a mannequin, though.

[conceivesfrenzy]

I'd consider telling Decus to do it, even if it kind of defeats the point of the experiment, but he’s worth more alive than dead to me right now, so that’s out.

[ She hums, rubbing her chin. ]

Oh, maybe we can ask the Captain and see if we can't get one? I know some others have done that and asked stuff.

[ also fwiw alice got a marionette as a regain, so. that'd work probably???? or enough lmao ]

[magycks]

Ugh, if you can make nice with him long enough, I guess. Though if we're going that route, we might as well just ask what the parameters are — all cards on the table, or whatever.

... What is the deal between you and the purple one, anyway?

[conceivesfrenzy]

Mm, that's true. I guess there's no telling whether he'd actually tell the truth, or not, but...

[ She sighs, shoving another cookie in her mouth. ]

There's not much to it, honestly. He thinks he's madly in love with me, and I make the most of it. He does basically whatever I tell him to.

[ As usual, it's a huge generalization, but that's all she generally cares about. ]

[magycks]

Mm, can't say I blame you. A good thrall is hard to find.

[ She finally extracts a cookie, pops one of the halves off, and tosses it right into the ocean. ]

Don't get me wrong, though, it's disgusting.