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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Jimmy Buffett

[paucipan]

[Ugh, well that was a fucking disaster. Plumeria is honestly just planning to come in to grab some food and go back to her room, but...well, a cup of something or other sounds good right about now. Even if Plumeria is honestly in a bad, bad mood.]

Sure, why not. I at least trust they're not poisoned.

[Just don't mind her as she goes and take one then.]

...I don't think I've seen teas like these before. [She picks one out never the less, getting it prepared.] I take it that you're familiar with them?

[scouserer]

Oh, please. If I wanted to poison you, I'd do a better job at it.

[Not that he would poison her!! He's just saying there's a more subtle way to approach it! He props his shoes up on the table, leaning back in his chair.]

Marginally. It's green tea. I think it's supposed to have some...health benefits or whatever. [He makes a vague gesture with his hand.] I'm not really a big tea person, but I'd rather take this over plain water.

[Because at least it has caffeine in it!]

[paucipan]

[Hah. Fair point, Constantine. Plumeria has the ghost of a smirk on her face as she takes a seat opposite of him, prim as ever.]

Hm. Well, I guess if it's as bitter as any other tea, then I suppose there is some merit to it.

[She'll take a drink and--oh, that is nice. But of course the bitter bitch would like a bitter drink, that's just on brand.]

Well, it seems like the humans really have invented something nice. Bravo to them. [It's slightly sarcastic, though.] But I imagine that this has nothing on a proper spirit, for you.

[scouserer]

[he WILL make you agree with him whether you want to or not!!!!]

Of course not. If I had my way, I'd have already be properly wasted by the time that idiot Captain spoke a single word.

[He speaks with a light tone, but...there's a sort of bitterness in his tone that matches the tea. There's only bitter bitches at this table, here.]

Did you know Jonesy has a taste for spirits? Shame that nothing except that foul liquor ever drops from that vending machine. Was thinkin' of bringing him a drink to celebrate our honeymoon.

[paucipan]

[no!! absolutely not!!! she refuses!!!!

...I mean she really has no say at this point because god damn you John Constantine, but Plumeria's hand comes up in an almost polite motion (that's anything but), but yeah, she can see it. Alcohol is a common human coping mechanism, even Plumeria knows that much.]

Hm. I had a feeling he might; he does seem like the sort who would enjoy such things. Probably even more now that he has to deal with that Captain...he could probably use such a thing, right about now.

[But she's latching onto that last bit, because--]

Honeymoon? What, you've already managed to propose to Mr. Jones?

[And you didn't even invite anyone to the wedding???]

[scouserer]

[Constantine lets out a short, grating laugh. He leans forward, resting his chin on his hand.]

Don't be daft, of course not! The man's got a heart as cold as the lowest reaches of hell.

[Not to mention he'd never actually go through and propose to someone, because that implies marriage and commitment. And if you get too close to John Constantine, you get spaghettified by the black hole in his heart.

(Yes, that's a real science term. Look it up.)]

His mind seems to be elsewhere--probably focused on his babysittin' duties and how on Earth he ended up in this position. [An overexaggerated wink.] I'm nothing but persistent, though.

[That, and also, he figures that if he annoys Davy Jones enough, he'll get him to crack.]

[paucipan]

[You know, it was worth a shot!! Between you and Scott, like, one of you has to get that S Support with one of our captors, don't you know???]

Oh, and here I thought you'd be able to warm it with your charming personality already...

[new word i have learned today: the noodilification of shit. bless.]

Ah, but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Between all of the mischief makers and generally troublesome individuals, he would have his hands full. I'm sure he'll crack eventually.

Between you and the brat, maybe they both will.

[the brat, aka Scott Pilgrim. plum. please use people's names.]

[scouserer]

[Maybe with the right gifts, they’ll be persuaded. Like NPCs in Stardew Valley. He snorts, a smirk tugging on the corners of his mouth.]

Now that’s a description if I ever heard one. Most people I’ve met seem to think of me as either ‘that annoying bastard’ or ‘bloody chav’ or ‘stupid bullshit wizard’.

[In addition to...well, slightly more severe insults. He swirls his drink around, trying to dredge up any condensed tea from the bottom of the cup.]

It’s not like we have any better ideas, anyways, while the Captain remains so tight-lipped. [A pause.] What do you think he’s really after, anyways?

[paucipan]

[You know what, that's fair. Plumeria hides the growing smirk on her face, taking another sip of the nice tea to do so.]

If you'd rather I think of something meaner, I'm sure you know I can more than oblige. But I'm in a generous mood today.

[...It's thanks to the tea, leave her alone--]

Really? I wouldn't be surprised if he's just a vulgar freak who likes bloodshed. He's practically chomping at the bit to charbroil us over and over again, and failing that, he's having us deal with this nonsense. Really, he's so desperate that it's almost hilarious.