R2 TDM - boys in the band order boat memes

[bathymetric]

Hello and welcome to the...



UNKNOWN SEAS R2
TEST DRIVE MEME

Glad to have you aboard! Gone are the musty old dark tones and anxieties of that creepy underwater facility from the first round - welcome to the lap of luxury on your very own Atlantic Cruise. And we mean your very own, too - there's nobody else aboard! Well, except for the Captain, who broke the news to you when you got up about what you have to do here.

The facilities are all top of the line, even if for some reason you just can't seem to get to the other floors of the ship just yet - there's a gym, a pool, a buffet- wait, scratch that, looks like you're on one of our liners lucky enough to have a tie-in deal with Jimmy Buffett himself, which means you get access to all you can eat at the on-board Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville's Jimmy Buffet!

So make the most of your time! Maybe even get a spooky souvenir from somewhere in the B̴͖̈́e̷̟̊̀ṛ̴̩̑̉m̴̺̪̈̈́u̵̧͛̇d̶̗̱̀̔a̸̧̙͗͝ ̶͖̖͑̚T̴̤͝r̷̩͘i̶̟͎͗̈́a̴͍͗̐n̵̥̆͝g̵̮̳͘l̷͔͑ḛ̸̹͒͗ while you're here.

1. Arise from the depths (of sleep)

Hey, you! You're finally awake! Welcome to your modest accommodations aboard... some kind of cruise ship? Look, there aren't exactly a lot of great accommodations offered aboard cruise ships, you get what you get. There's a bed, there's a little desk, there's a vase of flowers... and a beautiful view of the ocean outside your window!

Hope this isn't, like, wildly different and strange compared to where you just were! Oh, also the whole boat is all decked out for New Year's.

2. Room for all kinds of activities!

If you head out to the decks, or just walk around the ship, there's all kinds of things to see here while you wait for the bodies to start dropping! Feel free to make up whatever facilities you like, gyms or shuffleboard courts or even libraries - the Margaritaville buffet is canon, though. That's your canon food option. Hope you like shrimp!

3. Son of a son of a motive

Another Tuesday, another sealed envelope full of fun! Is this finally something worth killing for to get off this boat? Or is it just something stupid and/or embarrassing? Better ask around!

4. A good friend returns

On one of the decks, next to some regular beverage and food vending machines, is... an unmarked one? It only takes these weird coins that sometimes show up in your rooms at night. Sometimes it gives you things from back home! Sometimes it gives you? Little creepy wooden puppets??

5. Wasting away again in... well, a murder

Oh no! Someone is dead! Did you kill them? Are you trying to get the word out? Did you find the body and really need to calm down? Live your dreams, kill who you wanna kill offscreen!

6. Anything else!

There's all kinds of things you might be doing on a boat like this! Don't feel constrained by the options here - live your murderboat dreams!

Comments

[dokkalfheimr]

Most aren't that smart. Just conflicted.

[...Wow, Freyja.]

I could describe the realms of Dökkálfheimr and Ljósálfheimr to you, but what you yourself would see is difficult to know. If I could know your dreams as I do the mortals' of my world, then I could tell you exactly what it would look like to you. I could recreate parts of it here, for you to spend time in at your leisure.

The realms of the álfar are what you believe they should be.

[puppetlooselystrung]

[ No, his name is definitely not Emily, and he doesn't see any other women other than the one shouting...

... Oh. Emily must be her doll or something. Antonio quirks a brow at the strange woman. ]

Useless, my dear. I'm getting rid of the doll.

[simulacres]

You didn't think that anyone would?

[ flat doesn't seem to be shaken by it, but they are already stepping away from the body. ]

It kind of looks like there was a fight, too...I mean, there's so much blood.

ii

[simulacres]

Hey, you can't take all of that!

[ as if there's anything that flat could do about it. but still, hey! ]

d.

[simulacres]

[ flat laughs at valmont's confusion. ]

You should keep it! It's like a little souvenir, don't you think?

[ it's a plastic knife, like those you'd get from arcade prizes, signed jack the ripper. ]

iii.

[simulacres]

You really didn't like the guy, do you?

[ flat doesn't seem to be too shaken up by the sight of the body, but he's not too sure where to start. ]

I mean, do you think that the killer just left the weapon here? Wouldn't it be better to take it back with them or something?

[puppetlooselystrung]

So that's what those drinks are called...

[ Hello, the long haired man in the old timey suit has come to drink with you. ]

Doesn't this ship have anything better? I could go for a glass of wine... Or absinthe, even.

s h r i m p

[simulacres]

You like shrimp that much?

[ it's not judgmental. flat sounds legitimately curious as he scratches his chin. ]

I mean, I don't see why not. But won't it be way too much?!

have not ever had

[simulacres]

Huh?

[ well seeing mash this red is a bit of a fresh sight when everyone else is freaking out. flat grins, trying to look over her shoulder--not too difficult, considering his 173cm of height. ]

What do you have there about your Senpai?

6.

[simulacres]

[ well, flat is definitely going to stop and listen. he leans against the wall, eyes fixed as antonio continues to play the violin in an act of rare calmness.

he's waiting for antonio to be done to clap, but hey--he has a lot of these dumb coins. have one. ]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Valmont turns the plastic knife over in his hands, cautiously, because even if it's just a toy it's still really weird. ]

A souvenir of what, precisely? Perhaps if it were genuine it would be worth something, but for some reason I have difficulty believing this to be the handwriting of the actual Jack the Ripper. And I certainly don't need a memento of our time on this murder-ship, if that's what you're thinking. The lasting trauma ought to be enough.

[ Every time he gets to enjoy a little bit of luxury. Every damn time. ]

Senshi | Delicious in Dungeon | Ota!

[roastbasilisk]

Name: Senshi | The Forager
Age: Adult | Species: Dwarf | Occupation: Dungeon Crawler
Likes: Foraging, Cooking, Monsters
Dislikes: Magic Users, Poor nutrition, Bad manners
Traits: Thoughtful, Unusual, Passionate (for cooking)
Trivia: He has lived in a dungeon for over 10 years surviving off monsters.

Room for all kinds of activities!

[With all the harping pretty much everyone has heard from Senshi about food preparation, you'd think he'd be ecstatic to find out about the restaurant in here, but you wouldn't be further from the truth.

While he didn't have the most experience with sea travel, he could tell just by looking at his fried coconut shrimp was not well cooked at all. The crust was cloyingly sweet and had a mushy texture, while the shrimp itself tasted like it had been frozen and then defrosted. But that made no sense! If they were trapped on the ocean, surely seafood would be the easiest thing to catch and prepare! And if they needed to preserve fish for future use, salting it or smoking it would have been a much more reasonable option than using ice magic.

After only a couple bites of the shrimp, he places his fork down, and makes another order: this time ordering the catch of the day ("mysterious white fish"), and an assortment of vegetables, both noticeably raw.

He scans the dining area to confirm that there were certainly more tables here than there needs to be; it's not like they all eat meals at the same time anyway. He starts dismantling one of the tables until he creates usable logs out of them. He starts rubbing some sticks when he notices someone else in the room.

Instead of freaking out, he quickly hands them a steak knife and a potato.]

If ye start peeling the vegetables, we can eat this stew sooner.

[It's entirely possible that he knows this would be against the rules but he just doesn't care.]

Son of a son of a motive

[Well all good things have to come to an end, as the host announces a motive. This week it's the classic change one thing that happened in your past. Each one of them was given an envelope with a small message of the biggest thing they want changed from their past.

Senshi doesn't look at it, he doesn't need to, he simply pockets it and shakes his head.]

Ye got a lot of guts to try somethin' like this.

[His tone is even, but there is a hint of anger in his voice.]

Wasting away again in... well, a murder

[Bilbo Baggins is dead

This certainly wasn't the first body he's seen. Living in a dungeon for 10 years gets you used to it. Even if they weren't able to be resurrected for one reason or another, Senshi knew that death was a part of life, and saw no use in going into despair over this.

Still, a man was just murdered, and he knows that they have to work together to find out what happened.]

... So does anyone want to confess? I promise I won't get mad.

[He sounds like he's genuinely expecting an answer.]

[onlyyoucan]

I see that. Why does it look like you? [...except worse.]

[onlyyoucan]

That's more than just a fight. Someone did a lot more damage than they'd need to. Did you see anything before you came here?

[hypnowhip]

[Honestly, that's an expression he understands all too well. Though he's been keeping busy with cooking and checking in on everyone, he hasn't been able to keep similar dark thoughts completely at bay. This really is starting to look dire...

Thus, he shakes his head, smiling sympathetically.]

No need to apologize, Ciddy-darling. I was just checking in because you looked pretty out of it. Looks like I was right on the mark.

[He takes a seat next to Cid.]

Want to talk about it? I'm all ears.

[hypnowhip]

[It really is out of character for Sylvando, and he doesn't even realize just how wound up he's gotten until Hubert hits home with some cold, hard truth.

He takes in a sharp breath, then seems to deflate as his grip loosens on the envelope.]

...No, you're right, Hubie. [Sylvando's been down before, but this seems to be particularly rough on him.] It's selfish of me, too. I know I'm not the only one suffering here.

[puppetlooselystrung]

How should I know? I didn't ask anyone to make a doll in my likeness.

[ He does agree, it looks worse. ]

[puppetlooselystrung]

[ Ah, yes! Always nice to attract an audience... And some coin as well. Pity those strange coins have little value outside of the strange black box, but he'll take it.

Antonio finishes his song and responds to the applause with a dignified bow. ]

Thank you, thank you... And feel free to stick around for more. I may even take a request if you would kindly fetch me a drink.

[onlyyoucan]

It sounds like somebody's got some strange hobbies. The Captain, maybe?

restaurant

[onlyyoucan]

[Sara walks into the restaurant and... stares wordlessly for a bit.]

A campfire?

[puppetlooselystrung]

[ He scoffs. ] A likely guess! The man's trying to get us to kill each other, why wouldn't he have strange hobbies as these?

[ He's tapping his fingers against the doll's body, anxious to get rid of such an eyesore. ]

[onlyyoucan]

I... don't know how those go together, though.

[deathmagnetic]

[ ...Personally speaking, Risotto wondered whether he should find any amusement in the statement 'never met one with a status above your own'. Indeed, she would not be the first to consider herself as such; surely (definitely, actually) the Boss considered himself above others. But was he a god? Surely not.

Was this woman a goddess, as indicated on her profile? Did he believe in such things? Maybe he believed in the irony of fate, but he never gave belief in gods or goddess much thought; he simply had other things to think about and that's the reason, simple as it was. That said, if Stands existed, what stopped other beings from being?

Even so, he'll listen, though his expression won't change. But in the end, he decided he'd be frank. ]

I suppose even if I can't claim to have ever believed in such things, stranger things have happened. And it seems right now is evidence of that fact.

Since you, who has stated that they are a being far removed from reality, has seemingly ended up under the same grasp of the Captain as I have. One might say we could start suspecting that our kidnapper is some sort of god. Or maybe is it a 'mortal' who has gained the power of a god or goddess?

What do you think?

[notthathighwind]

[ Such was the nature of their situation.

However, he'll hold in a sigh at the other's question; not because he was annoyed but because it was rather noticeable he wasn't up to par. Then again, it was rather obvious... ]

What's there to talk about? It'd be simply a rehash of the same concerns shared by everyone else; that this simply can't go on any longer...and that there seems to be no end to it since there's someone who'd always fall prey to a motive.

[ He'll look from the other man to his hands that were now folded. ]

I'd tried to think of solutions, but so far nothing viable. It's frustrating, to put it lightly; and talking about this only reminds me of how much so.

Data | Star Trek: The Next Generation

[ltcommandroid]

Name: Data | The Real Boy
Age: 32 | Species: Android | Occupation: Starfleet officer
Likes: Humanity, art, Spot
Dislikes: Violence, injustice, losing control
Traits: Curious, calm, loyal
Trivia: Data is currently the only Soong-type android in existence!

i. room for activities

[Even if we have all been kidnapped, we're still on a beautiful cruise ship! It's sunny out! There's a pool! People could totally have a good time here until someone inevitably ends up dead! 

Despite all of this, Data is currently sitting at the poolside, reading a book. He's reading it pretty fast, in fact; he's brought a whole stack. Don't worry, though, he's more than willing to get into the spirit of things! He's also wearing a Hawaiian shirt, shorts, and sunglasses that he's dug out of somewhere or other. Look! He's doing the thing!]

ii. wasting away again

[Oh, no! It looks like someone has stabbed Evan Hansen several times! How absolutely tragic!

Upon finding the body, Data smoothly kneels down next to the body and feels for a pulse. It looks bad, but humans can survive a great deal; it's good to make sure.]

...he is dead.

[Yeah, no huge reaction here. Hope that doesn't make him look bad???]

iii. the BEST FRIEND

[Thus far, Data has only received random items from the unmarked vending machine, most of which have been completely useless. Still, he keeps on putting in all the coins he receives. Maybe it'll drop something worthwhile at some point.

Whatever he might have anticipated, it surely was not just a whole-ass cat. Out of a vending machine.]

Spot!

[You'll see Data crouching down to gently help extract the cat (an orange tabby) from the little flap at the bottom of the machine, then hold her to his chest as he rises again. She plants her paws on his shoulder, seemingly quite at home here.]

How long have you been inside this machine? Are you injured? [He holds her out to inspect her. She's totally fine, ftr.]