WEEK 2

[bathymetric]

So far, so good! That might be where you at. No real further word from The Captain seems forthcoming, but also no real further... anything seems forthcoming. You've gathered some new information, but the locations are the same. All you've really gained is... well, rising tension?

How long until someone tries to take The Captain's way out of here? Only time will tell...



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[ ooc: Welcome one and all to your first case week! Don't forget to turn in regains over here, AC over here, and if you want to chat up the NPCs go here for Davy Jones and here for The Captain! ]

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gym

[jibunwo]

[Zero, who apparently had no interest in the gym itself, was merely passing by the door when the sight of a pile of complete junk caught his attention. So he stepped in and looked over...whatever in the hell Plumeria was wearing, and then back to the junk in question.]

...Did all of this come out of that machine?

[paucipan]

[Oh, hey Zero. Plumeria looks over to him when he speaks up, nodding her head.]

Yes, they did. At this point, I'm convinced there has to be some kind of magic attached to it.

I truly doubt that many of these items were meant to fit in there.

[jibunwo]

Some kind of magic, indeed. [He leaned over and picked up the model Gawain, inspecting it with the distinct aura of annoyance.]

And a terrible sense of humor.

[paucipan]

[Plumeria watches as Zero picks up the unusual thing--it looks sort of like something someone from Niðavellir would design, but that's...]

Oh? What is that supposed to be, anyway? Other than something disdainable, I assume.

[It just looks fuckin' odd to her.]

[jibunwo]

...It's called a Knightmare Frame. A weapon of warfare from my home world; this one is the 'Gawain' model.

[paucipan]

[A h. Plumeria's face contorts in disgust.]

Oh, lovely, a pint-sized version of a weapon of war. I thought it was some kind of toy from the World of Steel...

[Plumeria shakes her head and goes back to focusing on her walk after saying that much, though.]

If you want it, it's yours. Otherwise I'm likely just going to see it destroyed.

[jibunwo]

I suppose I may as well take it, useless as it might be now. It is apparently meant for me.

[paucipan]

Feel free, then. And do what you will with it.

[Plumeria shrugs, really, twirling some of her thorny hair in her finger as she continues walking.]

...Dare I ask what made you grow so annoyed with this, however? I find myself curious.