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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[ 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

[scouserer]

[When Sylvando finishes his performance, Constantine claps, lounging in one of the many chairs scattered across the room. A lopsided grin appears on his face.]

Bravo, mate, bravo!

[As sour as he may be from not having access to his regular vices, he has to at least acknowledge that the man has skill. It's genuinely impressive! And probably the most entertaining thing he's seen all week.]

If anyone tried to go after you with a knife, they'd have a hard time keeping up, eh?

[Because morbid humor is what they all need right now.]

[hypnowhip]

[Sylvando bows in Constantine's direction and maybe throws a little blown kiss his way for good measure.]

Thank you, darling! I'm glad you enjoyed it!

[He'll totally take the morbid humor too, which he plays along with by casually flipping a knife in one of his hands.]

They sure would! I've always found my skills as a performer just as helpful in battle. It pays to be slippery!

[scouserer]

I can imagine.

[He grins, crossing his arms.]

Personally, I've found that sleight of hand tricks have helped me in many instances. You'd be surprised how many supernatural beings have been fooled with a simple palming technique.

[But don't ask him to do a magic trick! You'll have your wallet stolen.]

[hypnowhip]

[Is that a challenge?! Not that he...has his coin purse on him right now.]

Oh, you simply must tell me a few stories about that sometime! I have a few of my own that I could trade...

[scouserer]

[Perhaps he'll demonstrate later!]

Another time, maybe.

[Constantine grins.]

But, yeah--used to be a stage magician for a bit. And then before that, I was the lead of a punk band. We sounded like proper shit.

[hypnowhip]

Were you really? We have so much more in common than I thought we would!

[He sounds absolutely thrilled by all of this. Now that he thinks about it, the band fact is in Constantine's profile, isn't it!]

I can't claim to know what punk rock is, though. Could you describe it to me?

[scouserer]

It's good fucking music, that's what it is, mate.

[Okay, but for a real answer--]

Have you ever seen injustice in the world but feel like you can't do anything about it? Seen how the system kicks people to the curb and robs them of every dignity they have? Channel all that energy and anger and scream it out against the man.

[He jabs a finger towards Sylvando, grinning.]

Doesn't solve any problems, but it feels good to let it out. That's what punk rock is.

[He does not explain what "the man" is.]

[hypnowhip]

[Wow, Constantine is so passionate about this punk rock...! Sylvando can't help but grin too.]

Oh, I can definitely recall a time like that. But I ended up forming my little parade of smile-spreaders instead! I don't think our music could compare...but if you ever get the chance to demonstrate your punk rock for me, would you please?

[He's pretty sure it'd be absolute racket to his ears, but he wants to see more of Constantine's passion!]

[scouserer]

[His smile seems to tighten a little bit when Sylvando asks him about performing it, but it's only for a few seconds.]

I'll see what I can do. Can't really promise anything, though--it's been almost thirty years since I last performed.

[It'll probably just end up being a lot of screaming and that sort of...gravely voice that punk singers have to seem cool.]

If you mind me asking, what kind of music does your troupe perform, then?

[hypnowhip]

[Wait, what.]

Th-Thirty years?! [Sylvando's aghast for a second, having completely forgotten just how old Constantine is.] Darling, that's...! Goodness, I want to know how you do it.

[Stay so young, he means! But honestly, he probably doesn't actually want to know, does he.

A-Anyway...]

Oh, we play the sort of music that you'd expect from the circus, of course! Cheerful, silly...something that'll lighten the mood right up!