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

[ignobel]

[She's going to keep hollering through the door, because they're both chilling in their respective ways and who needs to worry about noise disturbances, it ain't close to bedtime.]

Can't say I've spent a lot of time in the cabins. Too much to see, too many suspicious things to deal with!

Tea instead of coffee next time?

[An inkling of mischief, given that she was the perpetrator there. But also it probably wasn't that much coffee, she's just messing.]

[hellahighwater]

Don't give yourself too much credit. [ She smirks, but Allenby can't see that. It's like, in her voice, though. ] Not all of us were plucked up from our beds, all a-slumber. I had a long day, before meeting any of you.

[ignobel]

But I can give myself a little credit.

[A smirk right back, so it's just a whole shit-eating dialogue going on through the door.]

Ahaha, I forgot about the time thing again... [...] Wonder what's happening back home, it's been a while of just being here. I'll be pretty mad if I can't make it up.

[hellahighwater]

[ Back home... Ahhhh, Chloe's side-stepping that. ]

Who knows? What've you got that you'd need to...make up, some kinda test?

[ignobel]

The longer I'm here, the more I'm reeaally wishing their little tutorial had just a bit more info. Not even the politicians back home played around this much with us... And we were already part of a game, anyway.

[Just a sort of sigh -- apparently politics is her bread and butter(?!) or maybe it's just that G Gundam politics is about as bonkers as being stuck in the Bermuda Triangle. There are possibilities here.

She tilts her head slightly towards the half-open door, giving it a split-second of thought.]

The Gundam Fight. Kind of a proxy for how our countries wanted to mess around with power. In the end, it really hasn't got much to do with us.

I just want to do my own thing in the finals, myself.

[hellahighwater]

[ That gets Chloe to sit up a little. ]

Hey, yo, Gundam, like...fuckin' giant robots? You pilot a giant robot?

[ She's watched anime, read manga, she's vaguely familiar with the concept of a Gundam. ]