unknownseas | WEEK 1

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! ]

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[ 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 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.

[ 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. ]

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.

[ 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.

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.

[ A small groan. ]

'Course I'd have to talk to a literalist. Aight, then end of the world shit, no biblical associations or whatever. Mother Nature freaking the fuck out, s'what I mean.

T'was a joke, Klo.

[He holds his hands up in a defensive gesture.]

Shame we'll never get that kind of weather circlin' Bermuda like this. It'd at least add some sort of excitement besides general warmth and sun.

[ Chloe shoots him a sly, sideways smirk. ]

Ohhh, you don't fuckin' want that. [ She laughs, but it's bitter. ] Freak snowstorm in the middle of the Atlantic... Wouldn't be surprised, though, maybe shit like that's gonna follow me everywhere.

[ She takes another gulp of Malort, a big one, and starts coughing. ] Mmmm that one killed a few taste buds.

[He scrutinizes Chloe closely.]

You were telling me the other day 'bout how time and space were being bitches 'fore you came here. What'd they do--drop a snowstorm on you in the middle of summer?

[ And then she says something that's probably a surprise, coming from a drunk girl whose profile describes her as a stoner: ]

You ever hear of Chaos Theory?

[Constantine blinks.]

Loosely. It's the idea that small changes ripple out and cause unpredictable things to happen, yeah? Somethin' about a butterfly flapping its wings and causing a hurricane across the world.

That's the basics. Weather's what most people think of, 'cause it's already a fucking mess. It's trying to find the patterns in the chaotic. [ She looks back at the swirling snow in the globe. ] The timeline's...sensitive. You make a little change, it breaks the delicate balance. Shit that seems random? It's all connected. All about causation. Especially if there's a strange attractor in play, something the that draws in all the seemingly random occurrences in the system. Everything is constantly in flux because of it. It's why even the most high tech computers can't get a complete handle on the weather.

[ Turning the snow globe over, and back. Over, and back. Staring quietly at the lighthouse in it, overlooking the bay town... ]

Mess around with time and space, and it throws everything out of whack. Could cause snow in 80 degree weather. Beached whales by the dozen. A whole fuck load of dead birds. ...Superstorms.

[ All this from a punk who made the choice to down half a bottle of Malort. ]

If we got a snowstorm out here, it'd mean bad news. It'd mean something happened to cause it, and it'd mean a lot more trouble on the way.

[Wow. She just plucked that out of her brain whole cloth, huh?]

"Red sky in the morning, sailor take warning." 'cept in this case, it's a big bloody hurricane before the actual storm. [A pause.] If I'm understanding what you're saying.

[Hmmm. He scratches the back of his neck, watching the 'snowflakes' in the globe drift through the water.]

You've been messing with time and space, haven't you?

[Or, you know, probably knows someone who has.]

[ She sure did! Globe in one hand, bottle of alcohol in the other, Chloe lifts the latter to her lips again. ]

Not anymore.

[ And takes a nice, long swig. ]

[Constantine allows the silence to sit as Chloe drinks. He doesn't try to force conversation. Granting breath where there needs to be. Something happened here, and he feels as though he may be treading on thin ice.

When she pulls her lips from the bottle, Constantine asks--]

What changed?

What d'you think changed?

[ Ah... It seems Chloe's done being entirely forthcoming. ]

....Stupid question.

[Especially when it comes to time and space. He'll try again later, probably.]

Got that right.

[ She brightens up. Or...she looks like she brightens up. ]

Hey. You get any alcohol from that vending machine, only fair you share, huh? Huh? Mmmm, gonna need every bit I can get...

[Hmmmm. Could this potentially evolve into a problem later down the line? Maybe. But he's not gonna think about that for now.]

Only if you promise to do the same for me.

Hella.

[ Surely, this won't cause any problems whatsoever. ]

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