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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PARTY LIKE IT'S oh god it really might be 1999 mightn't it

[dokkalfheimr]

[This morning, small invitations have been taped up beside all of the doors in the living quarters; elegant handwriting beckoning everyone to the party zone at 4pm (both to allow time for setup, and to be courteous to Decus and the fairies, who do not sleep at normal times for whatever reasons) - today, it seems, they're going to make the room live up to its name.

Filbo and Freyja have been busy with preparations, and there's a fair amount to show for it; unfortunately there's nothing truly suitable for a proper banquet (something that is going to irk Freyja greatly, but that's fine, she'll make do with what she has) but there is still a good amount of food here even so - trays from the buffet containing the less-perishable things, snacks from the vending machine that have been tastefully arranged into some...truly experimental combinations on plates… There's a bottle of that outrageously bitter Malort, helpfully labeled with a "drink with caution" in front of it in Filbo's writing, as well as a pyramid of cans of soda from the vending machine, still cold for the time being. There are also some proper mocktails set out with a small sign stating "More available on request"; seems all of Freyja's practicing with Data has not gone to waste.

Noticeably, above the table, there seems to be a canopy set up above the food and drinks; made of construction paper, it's set up in a way that seems almost protective of the consumables; directing one's eyes upward would immediately indicate why - it's likely you've noticed the absence of party poppers in the room, but there are a cluster of five large handmade paper spheres, mounted from a chandelier, with fairly conspicuous strings dangling from the tops of them. Looks like temptation... (Have fun, Yeager and Alice. Don't think they haven't noticed you being menaces with the confetti.)

That said, there are chairs set up all around the walls, deliberately placed in the interest of leaving a large space in the middle of the room clear; with the promise of entertainment from Sylvando, it may be good to have somewhere to settle that isn't the middle of the performance space.

The evening is young, and mingling is the point of the exercise; enjoy yourselves.]

[dokkalfheimr]

[Freyja does not quite understand the concept of "suit" but she does seem to get that it's formalwear, or at least something suitable for a party; that said, it had taken her a moment to figure out how to put it on (so many buttons!) but eventually she gets it, and the black suit + red tie combination really sets off the color of her eyes and the horns spiraling down around her head, and it...doesn't look bad? She's fairly sure it doesn't look bad.

Anyway.

That's what she's got on at the party, as opposed to the usual white dress or anything aggressively Dixie-cup in nature; she'll be wandering around playing hostess, making sure everyone is doing well enough, and once in a while disappearing back into the bar at the buffet because making mocktails is a thing she's determined to do now that she knows how. She'll be around, in other words, should anyone need her; she seems very quietly determined to make sure everything goes well, and it's a bit difficult to tell whether she's properly enjoying herself or not because she's kind of got one expression most of the time, but so it goes.

Throwing parties for mortals is weird? This is Weird.]

[ahelpingpaw]

Thanks a lot for everything, Lady Freyja!

[First things first: be grateful to his co-host, really]

[deathmagnetic]

[ It's been quite awhile since Risotto had attended any parties. But they were not an anomoly, even for the leader of the Hitman team. After all, Passione had their once in a blue moon mandatory parties that necessitated attendance for the sake of appearances and all that nonsense.

Even if the members of the Hitman team weren't really considered popular. Anyway, he'll show up; it's not like there's much else to do around here and there were advantages to observing people at public events. ]

Are you used to throwing parties?

[ A serious question. It looked like she went all out here. ]

[silentscout]

[We're going to say Lalli is out of his hiding spot, because yes. That suit certainly is something, and it's caught his attention.]

You look different.

[For someone who normally wears...I don't even know how to describe Freyja's canon outfit, but it's very different, yes. Different style of clothing, different fabrics, different everything. It's an entirely different style, which is what Lalli is commenting on.

He's just bad at actually explaining what he means by 'different'.]

[paucipan]

[This really is such a wonderful little party, despite Plumeria's reservations. The work that everyone's put into making it a good time is all too clear, between everything set out by Lady Freyja and Filbo, and Sylvando's performance...Plumeria can't help but feel a little strange about all of this, but she's at least having what constitutes a 'good time', by the standards of this boat.

Of course, Plumeria is going to go and see Lady Freyja at some point while she's around and not busy, bowing her head respectfully.]

Lady Freyja, you've outdone yourself. All of you have, really; this party is such a wonderful success. Everyone here seems to be truly pleased.

[It's strangely nice? That's probably the best way to put it. But credit where it's due, and all.]

[oceangirlfriend]

These taste quite good. Did you make them? [Adeline is sipping at one of the mocktails. She's just added a bowtie and cape to her usual getup, though she does seem to be admiring the fit of the suit on Freyja too.]

[scythegun]

[Things are winding down when Yeager properly approaches Freyja; he's been in and out all evening requesting mocktails and he did thank her for hosting the party properly much earlier on, but now that the party balls have been dropped and everyone's beginning to trail out, he finally approaches properly.]

So, did you enjoy yourself?

[ahelpingpaw]

Hey, how's the party treating you?

[If Freyja is quietly determined to make sure everything goes well, Filbo is far more outspoken about it. There he is, going back and forth, watching over things, and probably as expected because he put it all up there, gaining confetti all over his fur the longer the party goes. He doesn't seem to mind, though. Sacrifices need to be made.

But still, he seems to be right in his element. It's not for nothing parties are mentioned in his likes in his profile, yup]

[onlyyoucan]

You're having fun, aren't you? Even with... well, all this.

[scouserer]

[Constantine managed to choked down a few shots of malrot before being promptly shooed away--sharing is caring and all that. He glances towards Filbo.]

S'alright, given the circumstances. I've been to worse. Would've been nicer to have more drinks, but what with all the teenagers around....

[He pauses, vaguely gesturing towards Filbo's...everything.]

You've got confetti on you.

[onlyyoucan]

[Sara actually forgot about the party. She looks in, stares, walks away, and after a few minutes, deliberation, reluctantly comes back in wearing her blue formal suit. She hesitates and just sits in one of the chairs, content to wallflower this entire party.]

You actually did it, huh...

[silentscout]

It might be easy to assume that Lalli isn't at the party. He's not much of a party person and he dislikes crowds, even if 20-something people don't really make for a 'crowd'. The point is, at the start of the party it would be easy to miss Lalli's presence.

But when someone goes close to the table with all the food on it, that's when a hand shoots out from under the tablecloth, grabs something sweet off the table, and then shoots back in. Sorry for scaring anyone, but he really isn't sorry.

If anyone peeks under they'll find Lalli sitting cross-legged with a couple drink cups and a plate of food there. It seems he's made a little hideout. If there are any cookies to be found, he's probably grabbed at least a dozen of them.]

[hypnowhip]

[Sylvando is missing for the beginning of the party, but he's not absent for too long. Once everyone has arrived and gotten settled in their mingling, there is an announcement that Sylvando is ready to perform!]

I hope you darlings are ready for a slice of the circus!

[...wait, where's his voice coming from? Following the sound of his voice leads upward, where he can be found balancing atop one of the chandeliers. He waves with a wink and quickly gets the show on the road, swinging from chandelier to chandelier with graceful twirls and flips. For those worried, he definitely made sure he wouldn't cause the things to come crashing down. Safety first...!

Once he gets to the front of the room, he drops down with a series of flips and whips some weighted party balloons out of seemingly nowhere to begin juggling! He keeps it up as he slowly moves toward the center of the room, and once he's reached his target location, he tosses them all up into the air at once. Just as they hit their peak, several knives from the buffet are tossed with perfect precision to pop all of them in unison, raining confetti all over the performance area!

To finish up the performance, Sylvando dances his way around to catch every knife before it hits the ground, then throws his arms up with a:]

Ta-daaaaah~! Special thanks to Lady Freyja and Filbo for having me perform! There's more where that came from, but for now, please keep the party going!

[He'll totally be up for doing more tricks if anyone pulls him aside later, but for now, he's gonna party with everyone else! Once he's got a mocktail in hand, he'll approach anyone who looks in need of a conversation partner.]

Enjoying yourself, darling?

[The wallflowers or people he hasn't chatted with too much yet will especially be hassled.]

What's the matter? Why not get to know everyone? I promise none of us bite. [...] Well, maybe not none of us, but I certainly don't!

PARTY PARTY PARTY

[cethflayn]

[Oh! That's right! Lady Freyja and Filbo were planning on hosting a party! Well, if today is the day, then Flayn's coming! Her usual outfit is nice and clean and already quite proper, so that's what she's wearing.

Flayn flits about around the room, enjoying a snack here, trying one of the drinks there, sitting and waiting for someone to approach to see if they are amiable to chatting...there will be a point where she sighs softly, a pensive expression on her face.]

It would be nice if we had music to dance to, but perhaps beggars cannot be choosers.

[paucipan]

[Man, Plumeria has seen plenty of the banquets that Lady Freyja has hosted, and yet, for something like this she feels...oddly unprepared. Mostly just for the amount of human interaction here, but it feels kind of like she's on a stage without any sort of rehearsal, and it's definitely a little more than unnerving.

Even so, Plumeria is at least dressed nicely; the dark red suit and pink tie still feels odd on her, even if they've perhaps surprisingly accommodated for her wings. But it's easier said than done getting everything on and looking nice, and then the idea of letting her hair down comes to mind and she'll do that much, and Plumeria is a little late to the party as a result.

Only a little, though Plumeria's almost certainly going to be wallflowering pretty hard. She's definitely watching everyone here, just kind of looking from various people to various places, just kind of like she's not altogether certain about what she should be doing. She's trying to keep people at arms length, and yet, this is supposed to be a show of unity, isn't it...?

...Well, nothing to do now but sip mocktails and enjoy the party as much as she can. Feel free to come bug her if you want! She's not entirely opposed to company.]

[scythegun]

[Yeager certainly does appreciate the offering of party balls, but this is totally so he won't aggressively spam party poppers all night, isn't it... He knows what you two are up to!!

Anyway, Yeager's swapped out his usual suit for one of the other ones - this is actually a more professional and sane-looking black... but he's still wearing the cravat and the Leviathan's Claw emblem on his arm?? Okay, Yeager. Initially you can find him wallflowering, hanging out to the side and looking up at those party balls. He is absolutely considering them, but at least he's making no move to launch confetti on everyone. Yet. Yet. Feel free to approach, he certainly wouldn't mind the company!

Of course, Yeager does enjoy mingling and will do so for the majority of the party. If you're wallflowering, you may find yourself offered a mocktail and a cheerful greeting:]

Come now, don't tell me you aren't enjoying yourself!

[If you're still hanging around after Sylvando's performance and things have died down a bit... well, there goes a party ball. Hopefully you aren't in range of the confetti blast zone when it goes off?? Yeager is absolutely smirking like a jerk, even though he's definitely covered in confetti now. Oh no, is he going to set off another one???]

[thisaroma]

[ Decus is here, and looking pretty snazzy in his suit, although he's opted to keep wearing this weird belt tie and whatever the hell this black shirt with the diamond-shaped chest cutout is under it instead of the pieces it came with. Got to stay true to his personal style!

Unfortunately, he's also wearing a fresh cloud of Eau de Seduction (thanks, Lady Freyja!!!!), so anyone in this room with a sense of smell is going to be assaulted by overpowering cologne at some point or another. Hopefully it won't ruin the food and drinks?

He spends most of his time flitting around getting things for Alice and generally doing whatever she asks of him except for Going The Fuck Away; but there are a few occasions on which she actually manages to ditch him for a while, during which he'll be happily watching the performance or doing a little mingling, since that's what you do at parties, probably? ]

This is kind of exciting, right? I haven't been to that many events like this.

[ Or... events in general. It is almost never Time For The Dinner Party.


At another point he can be found over at the drinks, looking at the selection of mocktails and trying to settle on one that best encompasses Alice's aura in liquid form. He likes this sparkling thing with the pink gradient here, but the implication of the cherry seems a little risque... ]

Hmm... Are there official names for all of these...?

[guffawsungraciously]

[IT'S PARTY TIME. ...well, alright, he may as well show up. Jasper is used to attending banquets every so often, but he is being a bit of a wallflower here. It's nice to not have to go around greeting everybody important for political niceties, so he's going to take the opportunity to relax. So like, he'll eat actual food, yeah, but as soon as he's finished the obligatory actual meal he's going to start piling his plate with desserts.

...

And, well... he's going to... go experiment with the Malort. There's gotta be a way to make this stuff drinkable, right... it's the only actual alcohol he's seen, surely if he drowns the horrible bitterness with enough soda or fruity bullshit he can get fucked up the way he likes, right...]

[oceangirlfriend]

[Despite the formal wear, Adeline's going to still be wearing her labcoat and bathing suit. She does acquiesce to adding a bowtie, at least, along with a velvet cape that swishes behind her.]

A suit felt...overly restrictive, here.

[She mostly sips mocktails and nibbles on seafood, but she's quite happy to mingle around.]

cw: alcohol mentions

[hellahighwater]

[ Sooo, Chloe's...here. And given the party's start time of 4, she's not hungover! ...Completely. Definitely coming off a massive headache, and with no painkillers around...you do the math. She is not a happy camper.

So, mostly she just...parks herself in a chair and eyeballs the Malort like it's going to leap at her and rip her heart out. ...But also given that she's a thrill-seeking maniac, there's a bit of longing. How fucked up do you have to be to do that to yourself again?

...Eh. She's probably fucked up enough.

Anyway! If you come hang out, she'll grunt a hello, but mostly she's trying to make sure her head doesn't pound off her shoulders. ]

[magycks]

[ Plumeria isn't a completely odious roommate, and she's distantly connected to this whole affair. Maybe the infinitesimal fraction of herself that notes social norms compels Magica, for once in her miserable life, to give that some recognition in turn. Or, much more likely, she's just bored and recognizes that in order to rip on people, she has to be where the people are. So she shows up for a while, because why not? She doesn't bring anything or change anything about how she looks: she just pops in in her normal dress, eats some food and fiddles around with whatever the most dramatic looking mocktail happens to be, chats a little, and she leaves.

Overall, the whole brief appearance is remarkably subdued. Let it be understood: Magica De Spell is no wallflower. She's a toxic weed that takes root directly in the center of a party, makes everyone sick, and then sends down runners to make removing her a long, thankless task that ruins the whole evening! That said, there is something about her bearing tonight that's, if not uncomfortable, distant — like she's only partially here to begin with. Any conversation with her might instantly go south, but she's not outright picking a fight from the moment it begins either.

But, uh, speaking of violence, those are definitely some noisemakers she stuffs into her pockets before she leaves again. If you go up to the top deck to take some air and she thinks there's any chance she can catch you off guard, she will absolutely just appear behind you and blow into one at top volume! Or maybe she's sitting, her face tipped up toward the darkening sky. Without turning her head or checking the audience, she asks: ]

Had to get away?

[ltcommandroid]

[A party! Data loves parties! Maybe. Probably not? It's hard to tell.

But he's here precisely on time, at any rate, and wearing the suit provided to him besides. If you thought he looked pale before, boy, check him out dressed in black. For a while, he will mingle, approaching just about anyone to ask:]

Are you enjoying the party?

[But after a little while, he ends up stationing himself over near the sign about drink requests. It isn't as if he's going to be partaking in any refreshments himself, after all; he may as well try to make himself useful.]

Would you like anything? I am familiar with drinks from many different cultures, though I will not be able to perfectly recreate anything from another planet.

[wheremst]

[ Carmen hasn't really been... around much, this week, but it's not like she's been actively avoiding people. But a party? That's something she can do. She's been to parties! Multiple ones! She was at one pretty recently, even, where she danced with...

There's an issue. She's not used to going to one to be a... normal party guest? There aren't any crimes to do!! So she puts on her suit, and just mostly sort of... stands around looking mysterious? It's. Look. There's a lot that looking mysterious can get you! But she does make some efforts at conversation. ]

Hey there. Enjoying the... everything?

[jibunwo]

[It was entirely impossible to tell if Zero was or wasn't enjoying himself, what with the mask and all. And it wasn't like he could eat or drink anything for the same reason.]

[Most of what he did seemed to be involving wallflowering, occasionally brushing confetti off his cape and just generally supporting the nearest wall.]

[...Or maybe he was observing.]