> Wake up, again

[bathymetric]

[Whether you've met an unfortunately end on the SS Swift, or deep in the depths, wrapped in the crushing tentacles of the kraken... You're not there anymore. You also don't seem to be dead. Maybe. It's difficult to tell, seeing as you no longer have any of the injuries you sustained on the ship... But you're also no longer on the ship.

Your eyes awaken to a cloudless sky, and a dry, dry, desert. A weak breeze struggles to blow even the dust from the cracked earth. There isn't a drop of water for miles around.

But what is around... is a ship. About a dozen yards away from where you've awoken is a tall, two-mast galleon, beached on the wastes, listing to the right.

How did it get here? Who knows. How did YOU get here?

Might be questions for a later time, seeing as you're waking up with your murderer.

Welcome to the Locker.]


[Map courtesy of Carmen Sandiego]

Comments

[silentscout]

[Vault? Is that the thing that the books were stored in back home???]

We always just opened those with a crowbar.

[heroantagonist]

Think bigger, kid.

Like mountain-sized vault.

[silentscout]

There's still better ways than killing people.

[And then, after seeing what Jack said to Shard:]

Do you even have any experience with rituals? You don't look like a mage.

[heroantagonist]

Hey, I couldn't exactly take "Ancient Voodoo Rituals" as a starter course at my local college. I had to learn fast, and voodoo dolls are pricy.

As least old Chuckie was there to lend a hand.

[hellahighwater]

[ oh hey, it's ms has-not-been-appearing-in-this-afterlife

Chloe, who has been keeping a fair distance from Jack, hears mention of voodoo dolls and it's like something in her snaps. She hauls ass over to Jack and swings a punch at... Well. A rather sensitive area that—



it's the dick. Chloe is trying to punch Handsome Jack in the dick. ]

[heroantagonist]

[There is just

A comically loud wheeze that cuts off the moment Jack runs out of breath. He goes stiff, looking very obviously as though he's in a lot of pain.

Aaaaand he's on the floor now.]

[thisaroma]

[ Nice one, Chloe! ]

[sharddrive]

[Not even attempting to cover up his laughter here.]

cw: gross insults about penises....

[hellahighwater]

You fucking leaky dickhole!

[ Just...kicks his leg for good measure. ]

[scouserer]

[Just. Silently cheering.]

[bathymetric]

[ John! John! In the middle of all this, a crab seems to be trying to get your attention! ]

[scouserer]

[Huh? Constantine glances down, looking towards the crab.]

Eh? What d'you want, lil' guy?

[Where's this crab gonna lead him?]

[bathymetric]

[ Actually, the little guy is gonna try to get at his pocket, assuming he still has the locket on him! ]

[scouserer]

[!!!]

Oi! Get your thievin' little claws off that!

[Is he fighting a crab? Yeah. He's fighting a crab. He takes it out of his pocket--likely with the crab in tow--trying to remove it from his hands. This is a sure recipe to getting pinched.]

[bathymetric]

[ Oh no! The crab doesn't actually try to pinch him - it looks like it's making a futile attempt to open it! ]

[scouserer]

[Oh, good. Constantine is so used to things being aggressive to him....

Anyways, he stares down at the crab, and then...after putting two and two together, prys open the locket?]

[bathymetric]

[ It, thankfully, is not damaged! In fact, it plays...

Well, an unsurprising song, perhaps.

And elsewhere on the deck, something changes. ]

[scouserer]

[Constantine frowns at the song being played, but...uh, obviously, that has an effect on the ship! He scrambles up onto his feet--but not before carefully scooping up the crab in his hands. Just in case.]