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

[magycks]

[ listen intellectually I know this but on the other hand: nobody deserves Magica. Magica doesn't even deserve to be around herself. ]

Right, you're the subterranean ones, silly me. [ This tone of voice is not "embarrassed" so much as "Plumeria passed a vibe check." ] Thankfully. I mean, not sure how you feel about it or anything, but I'll take a hard pass.

[ There's the sound of Magica shifting in her position on the top bunk as she speaks, the better to size up the new wall real estate. She pulls a butter knife from a pocket somewhere in her stupid dress-and-cloak ensemble. It's time... to get down to business....... ]

[paucipan]

[You know what, that's entirely fair. Sometimes it really just be like that.]

That's fine, as far as I'm concerned. I mean, I've seen plenty of other places in mortals dreams, and nothing can compare to my home...but I can certainly approve of anything that isn't so bright and sickenin.

[So yeah, no worries there. This is obviously going to be a mistake the second Magica starts carving into the wall, but clearly, we vibin' here.]

[magycks]

Trust me, won't be a problem. I don't go past a menacing fuchsia.

[ Unfortunately, Magica locates the perfect place to start inscribing the first D, which means Plumeria is about to hear what it sounds like when someone attempts to mark wood paneling with a goddamn butter knife.

Which isn't that much noise, actually? The sound of Magica putting the proverbial elbow grease in is probably more notable. ]