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

[ahelpingpaw]

[Filbo watches the plate go -- mostly because his reflexes are abysmal, so by the time he reacts it's already gone.]

H-hey!

[Well, he should have left those gummies further away, but still. Welp. This is why he was so incapable at hunting, he figures: he just doesn't plan well these things.

...

Well, whoever is in there is a person, not a Bugsnax. Maybe he just can approach and say a word to it. Filbo gets beside the table without lifting the tablecloth]

Hello? Whoever's in there. Is everything fine? Did something happen?

[silentscout]

[For a moment, there is only the sound of someone eating gummy fish.

But then Lalli lifts up the tablecloth so he can look at Filbo.]

What are these things?

[He's not answering Filbo's questions out loud, since Filbo can see him so that's totally showing that he's okay, right?]

[ahelpingpaw]

Hi, Lalli!

[Hmmmm...ah, looks like Lalli holed himself under a table but not because of any problem. Good!]

Those are gummies. You know, candy made of gummy? With lots of shapes? Pretty sweet ones., these ones.

[silentscout]

I haven't had them before.

[But he's still picking one up and eating it.]

It's chewy.

[ahelpingpaw]

That's the point! Many say it's the best kind of candy that exists.

[Who have you ever heard say that, Filbo, not even you have ever said that]

[silentscout]

It's okay. Very chewy.

Cookies are better.

[ahelpingpaw]

You're not wrong.

[Admittedly, Lalli has a point there]

Why are you under a table, anyway? For a moment I thought something had happened, but you seem to be okay.

[silentscout]

It's quieter under here.

[This is where he scoots over a bit to give Filbo room to crawl in too. Come see how the tablecloth muffles things!]

[ahelpingpaw]

[Alright, time to get in this little hideout and see if it really is any better than being out there. Hardly, no? Let's see...

.......

Huh. It really does sound quieter. This tablecloth is far more effective than it has any right to be. Still, it's...]

This is oddly relaxing. Like listening to the rain.

[If Filbo didn't have to spend the party fluttering from end to end of the party zone to make sure everything was going well he'd be tempted to spend the rest of the night under a table, really]

[silentscout]

Mhmm.

[Rain is a good sound, it's one that soothes Lalli to sleep. Though Lalli wouldn't sleep here under this table, it's easier to handle a party there.]

It's close to the food too.

[ahelpingpaw]

You got your priorities straight!

[Lalli knows what it's worth aiming for. Goodness, may as well eat some of the snacks he set on the table -- with all this party hosting he's been doing, he hasn't gotten time to enjoy the snacks. He's hungry, as usual since Monday]

You know, you don't talk much.

[He's even more taciturn than the most taciturn grumpus he knew recently. That's a bit of a feat]

[silentscout]

There's not much to say.

[OM NOM GUMMIES. But he does nudge the plate over so it's closer to Filbo too. Gummies aren't as good as cookies, so he will share.]

There's no point in talking if there's nothing to say.

[ahelpingpaw]

[Guess we can count on that any cookies in the vending machines will be out of stock almost all the time as long as Lalli is on the ship, haha!

Thanks for the gummies, Lalli!]

Well, you're not wrong about that. Not that I do that, I just...tend to talk to fill the void if things get awkward.

[Filbo needs to learn to keep his mouth shut when staying silent is a better idea than talking]

Are you getting along with the rest here? I know it's been just a week so nobody here's really a friend so far, but still.

[silentscout]

[Filbo is quickly reminding Lalli of Emil, or maybe Reynir. He's somewhere in between the two men on Lalli's "these people are tolerable" list. At least he can understand what Filbo is saying, which gets him bonus points.]

I don't dislike anyone here, except for the troll.

[ahelpingpaw]

Davy Jones?

[What's up with people calling a fearsome legend of the sea names, goodness gracious. Every time he hears a despective nickname for him it makes his fur stand on end as if he fears at any moment Davy Jones will appear and cut the offender's head off]

[silentscout]

Him, yes.

[He sees no problems with pointing out that Davy Jones looks just like a troll. Even if he's not a troll. Lalli is just glad that everyone here seems to be immune to the Rash because things would be getting Much Worse if they weren't.]

[ahelpingpaw]

Lady Freyja says he's not so bad. I dunno if that's true, but apparently he could be worse than this.

[Should we consider ourselves lucky? Probably]

[silentscout]

Freyja is also a goddess and won't catch anything from him.