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

continued light abuse cw...

[thisaroma]

[ There isn't as big of a reaction to that as there should be, in part because it almost definitely isn't the first time Decus has had a drink thrown in his face.

While he doesn't have a chance to see it before it gets in his eyes, it's easy to tell from the smell and consistency that there's something weird going on with this juice, which is enough to justify an apology, as far as he's concerned. ]

Ah— I'm sorry, Alice! I didn't realize...

[ He trails off, because he doesn't have any idea what happened, actually, and he looks back at the pitcher in confusion once he's wiped his eyes on his sleeve — he's not going to dare to grab one of her napkins now. ]

Huh?

[ Hang on, why is it— wait, this is that brown soda stuff, right? Is this what he just poured in her glass?? When did this get here, and where the hell did the juice go?

He looks around at the buffet, but there's no orange juice to be found now; now everything is soda and crappy punch and fake margaritas, and the eggs have been replaced with cocktail shrimp. ]

Wait, this was— this was the orange juice before, wasn't it?

[ When did this even happen?? And— aw, man, that plate he'd set down is gone too. He never even got to start on that...

...Despite this totally crazy situation, though, she's not wrong. He should have been watching what he was putting in her glass, because what if someone had switched it out with poison instead of just diet cola??? ]

—Sorry, I'm not trying to make excuses! I promise I'll pay more attention next time.

[conceivesfrenzy]

What?

[ Luckily, the food suddenly changing is enough to distract her for a second. She turns around in her chair, also realizing that, yeah, looks like it's all lunch stuff now. How weird. Even weirder is that when she turns back, her own plate is gone, leaving behind some napkins in the glass still in her hand. ]

She kind of stares at the mostly empty spot on the table for a few seconds, steaming a little bit before... ]

Fine. [ She slams her glass on the table. ] I wasn't hungry anyway.

[ She pushes her chair back and shoots up, giving him a dirty look. ]

For your sake, I hope you do. If this is all it takes for you to slip up, what's going to happen when something actually happens?

[ She grabs the napkins left over and throws those at him before moving to leave. ] And clean yourself up before you get any of that nasty stuff on me.

[thisaroma]

[ He's about to ask if there's anything else he can get her instead, but it looks like she's just over the whole breakfast thing at this point. ]

Ah... understood, thank you!

[ He awkwardly catches the napkins and does as directed, quickly wiping his face and hair and then dabbing at the spots on his clothes... and then he scrambles to his feet to follow her. ]

And don't worry, I'll definitely be looking out for you when it really matters! As your knight, I'll make sure that no one dares to lay a finger on you!!

[ Just, you know, Diet Pepsi doesn't have fingers. ]