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

[dokkalfheimr]

Things I could find back here. I tend to dislike things that the mortals seem to like, from what I've seen. The drinks obtainable from the machine are vile, and most of the things here are somewhat pathetic on their own, but I imagine neither would exist if mortals hated them.

[...Someone is going to introduce her to booze one day and it will be the worst. Humans are gross.]

[conceivesfrenzy]

Not necessarily. Sometimes humans just like to make things to make other people suffer. It’s generally one of the things they do best. [ Like that fucking cologne. She wants to strangle the people that let that abomination out of the R&D department.

She purses her lips, giving the drink one more long blink before grabbing one of those little cocktail stirrer/straws and taking the smallest of sips from Freyja’s concoction. It takes zero seconds for her to start coughing, pushing the drink away. ]

Goddess, you weren’t kidding. That’s way too sweet, even for me.

[dokkalfheimr]

That much is certainly true. And yet I can assure you that drink-bassd suffering is not something that I engage in.

[...And then Alice actually drinks the thing.]

...It's not something I intentionally engage in, at any rate. Duly noted, however.

[conceivesfrenzy]

[ Luckily that sickly sweet feeling doesn’t linger for very long, so she doesn’t have to worry about finding something to chase it with. ]

What sort of suffering do you engage in, if not that? I’d say you’ve really cornered the market on this.

[dokkalfheimr]

Drinks aside... Nightmares, usually.

[...yep.]

Though in that case I would say it's hardly my fault the mortals can conceive of such horrid things.

[conceivesfrenzy]

[ thank god she doesn't have to hear anything about courage turning dreams into reality eight times in an hour ]

I certainly wouldn't blame you. Mortals tend to work off their worst impulses, and sometimes that happen are even worse than what gets dreamt up.

[dokkalfheimr]

That doesn't surprise me.

[humans, amirite]

My brother loved them quite a bit. I never really shared his...enthusiasm for them.

[conceivesfrenzy]

[ 0/10, throw em out

She snorts. ] They’re dangerous and can’t be trusted. I assure you, despite whatever he thinks of them, you are definitely not missing anything.

[dokkalfheimr]

I didn't think I was. Though it's good to know that I'm not alone in the thought. Some of them seem decent, but most of the others...

[gross.]

[conceivesfrenzy]

I certainly haven’t met any that fit bill. Not that I exactly go out of my way to find any.

[ She twirls some hair around her finger as she leans against the bar. ]

Does that mean that your brother mostly oversees good dreams, then?