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! ]

Comments

cw: guns, underage drinking, drug dependency references likely

[hellahighwater]

[ From the very morning, this day's a bit of a bust. Or, maybe an omen, since that's just how Chloe's life goes. Day after day here, so far...almost a whole extra week of life. So, she's thinking, maybe she should use today to try and break into that weirdo vending machine. Find something to do some damage.

Or, maybe some strange coins'll show up and... Eh. Might as well pop 'em in. She pockets the sharpie that she'd requested and heads to the vending machines, to see what she'll get.

And, it's. Well. She leaves behind a pile of things, for a few minutes, as she steps out of the room, with purpose. She's carrying something a little concerning, perhaps, but...not for long.

Because, if you're standing around the decks of 1-B, you may see Chloe Price hurl a handgun out into the sea, through the cutaway exposing them to the air.

She'll wait. But it doesn't get thrown back.


You can find Chloe around the party zone, after all that. She's got that heavy duty marker out and she's...drawing on the walls? A lot of skulls and crosses. Some anarchy symbols. Okay, maybe drawing isn't the right word, maybe it's more like...graffiti.

There's something next to her, too! It's an open bottle of...good god, what is that smell? Like stale furniture? Like...like Malört. It's Malört. And it seems like Chloe's already taken a nice swig of it.

Toward the evening, she's sitting up on deck against the railing, with that bottle even further down. The sharpie's put away, exchanged for a snow globe, which she keeps on twirling in one hand. A hard shake or two, and the snow flies... Chloe looks at it with a snort, a laugh, a sneer. ]

Lookit that, it's the end of the world all over again... [ If she hears or sees someone approach: ] Hey, you get a bottle of this stuff? Do not drink it. Stuff tastes like...dry toxic waste.

[ Chloe proceeds to take a swig from it, wincing and coughing. ]

Fuckin' garbage, you know?

[ She is...pretty obviously drunk. ]

party zone/deck. cw: alcohol for this whole thread ig

[scouserer]

[Constantine has been...less than present for the last few days. Turns out, when you rob a man who's been smoking ten packs for the last fifty years of his life of his supply of nicotine, he's going to feel the effects regardless of his weird demon blood immunity to lung cancer. Add all his other vices on top of that, and you've created a verifiable cocktail of withdrawal symptoms.

Constantine has lurched his way out onto the deck, hoping that some fresh ocean air could help clear the fog from his head, when he spots Chloe sitting against the railing--and, more importantly, the bottle in her hand. Were there any birds in the sky, the paint-thinner fumes from the thing would've surely struck them dead by now.]

It's still alcohol. [He gestures to the bottle with his thumb.] You gonna share that, or what?

[hellahighwater]

[ Chloe tilts her snow globe with a hum. ]

Ohhh, you want some, old man? [ A smirk. ] If you can handle it, sure, take a gulp.

for once this icon is appropriate

[scouserer]

For your information, this old man spent much of his twenties absolutely blasted out of his mind.

[Constantine reaches out to take the bottle from Chloe. He maintains eye contact with Chloe as he takes a large gulp, the alcohol practically searing the back of his throat. She wasn't lying--this was quite a shock to his system, and it takes quite a bit of effort to prevent him from gasping instinctively. With a satisfied grin, he allows his hand to drop to his side.]

See? Just-- [He coughs, taking a moment to clear his throat and wiping his mouth on his sleeve.] Just like that.

[hellahighwater]

[ Her smirk doesn't leave as she watches, though she's still spinning the snow globe absentmindedly. ]

It's awful, isn't it?

[ She's delighted. ]

[scouserer]

Oh, absolutely horrid. But it's the only thing worth drinking on this goddamn ship.

[He holds out the bottle for Chloe to take back, then squints at the snow globe.]

You get that from the vending machine? Seems like kind of a bad idea to leave somethin' so fragile in those things.

[hellahighwater]

[ Chloe coughs out a laugh, muttering something about a fucking dry boat, before focusing her gaze on the snow globe in her hand. Belatedly, she snatches back the bottle. ]

Yeah, well. Everythin's kinda...fragile, when you think about, right? [ She shakes the globe. ] See? Freak snowstorm... Sign #1 of the apocalypse.

[scouserer]

I thought the first sign of the apocalypse was angels crying out and judging all of humankind.

[listen he's not religious but when you see enough demons and angels and also, uh, someone who claims himself as god......]

Book of Revelation, and all that. Second coming of Christ? But I guess a snowstorm could herald it all in.

party zone

[calx]

[ Despite his usual labrat status, Albedo enjoys the open air too. As it often does, his attention sparks when he sees Chloe, his eyes flitting to the bottle and then back to her. ]

Have you consumed dry toxic waste before? [ He moves to stand a bit away from her, leaning up against the railing himself. ]

Or garbage?

[hellahighwater]

[ That sounds to her like a challenge, honestly? Chloe actually takes a second to consider— ]

Nah? But if I did? It’d taste like this.

[calx]

[ Chloe no. ]

I see. You seemed reasonably sure, so I was not entirely positive you were speaking in hyperbole. [ Just in case she needed an explanation! ] You are drinking it for its effects, then?

[hellahighwater]

[ Chloe yes. ]

Uhhh, duh. Sure not for anything else! It's fucking awful, buuuut it's the only alcohol on this dry-ass boat.

[calx]

[ A slight tip of his head. ]

From what I know, dry boats are quite an anomaly with how fond pirates typically are of their drink. [ But that's probably not the important thing here, is it. ]

I'm not going to disparage you, but aren't you concerned that with an inebriated state you would not be able to defense yourself properly?

[hellahighwater]

[ Her eyes narrow. ]

You thinkin' of trying something?

[calx]

No. [ Simply stated without an ounce of defensiveness or irritation. ]

But I cannot speak for everyone else on this vessel.

Party Zone

[ahelpingpaw]

[He had come to take some measurements by eyeballing. That was it. It should have been something that takes five minutes tops, really.

Instead he found Chloe there. He wasn't going to pay that much attention, but then she said something and goodness gracious, that sounded really drunk. Welp]

I-I thought that was the point of good booze.

[Chloe, you're not okay, are you.]

[hellahighwater]

[ Chloe? Okay? That's funny.

She snorts, rolling her eyes. ]

Well, okay, it's supposed to be strong but this?? This is like. Un-fucking-believable. Like, it's burning my taste buds off.

[ahelpingpaw]

When someone says that usually it's after they stop drinking it.

[This is borderline masochism, Chloe]

[hellahighwater]

[ She shrugs, a sloppy motion. ]

Well, the bar ain't a proper bar, sooo I'll take what I can get.

party zone

[silentscout]

[He sees those symbols! And he's actually going up to them and inspecting them closely, as one might do if they were trying to read words scrawled in difficult handwriting. But after a few seconds, he'll finally just ask while still still looking at the anarchy symbol.]

I'm not familiar with this magic circle. What does it do?

[hellahighwater]

Signifies to like-minded folk you hate authority and want to tell them to fuck off.

[ She says, without even turning around as she graffitis another one. ]

[silentscout]

A ward against authority?

[That...certainly is something. Lalli seems confused by it.]

Which authority? The gods? Men?

[hellahighwater]

Uhhhh, all authority? That's what anarchy means, dude.

[silentscout]

Oh.

[A pause.]

Why are you warding against all authority?

[hellahighwater]

'Cause authority sucks. The man's never on your side.

[ ... ]

Aight, the man's most usually never on your side. Point is, power to the people. All that.