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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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

[ltcommandroid]

[Data raises an eyebrow, but seems to catch that Filbo is also aware of the problem inherent in the statement.]

As long as you are sure it will not be dangerous.

[ahelpingpaw]

[Judging by how Data is the one holding it right now, well...chances are this won't be exactly harmless and Filbo is starting to realize it, hah]

Okay, it's tied. Let it go, Data!

[Time to see if this is going to move like he expects, but also if it'll be safe]

[ltcommandroid]

On the count of three. One, two, three.

[And he lets it go!]

[ahelpingpaw]

[Well this goes pretty well! Too well. Exceedingly well to the point it wraps around and turns into a total failure:

Twisting the rubber bands really did its job -- while the sphere crossed the deck towards the railing, the rop bucked wildly in circles, slamming the paper half-ball against the floor with such violence pieces of the ball fly all over the place, noises like an eggshell getting thrown against a wall sounding every time it hit the floor. Not only that, the speed the ball passes by is very dangerous, to the point anyone standing nearby risked serious injury. Finally, when what little remains from the half-ball reaches the railing, the impact obliterates the remains, leaving only a small piece tied to the end of the elastic rope.

Filbo can only be silent for a moment before sheepishly scratching the back of his head and muttering:]

...I'm scrapping this idea.

[No way he can make it safe before the party. Alas]

[ltcommandroid]

[Data watches the chaos with raised eyebrows.]

Yes, that may be for the best.

[ahelpingpaw]

I guess I shouldn't be surprised it didn't go as expected. I haven't ever been good at this kinda thing.

[Casual low-level engineering, he means]

[ltcommandroid]

I would be happy to help you with plans for another device, if you would like.