> 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]

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[paucipan]

[...You know, Plumeria...well, she startles at first, because of course she does. It almost feels like she has to question reality itself, if she's hearing this properly, because surely she's misheard, surely she's--

--No! None of that! Plumeria's expression brightens immediately without her even intending it, and--]

Yes, of course Lady-- [...No, that's not right.] Of course, Mother. I would be happy to claim as such.

[This is real, this is happening, oh dear gods she might cry, this is great?? Aaaa--]

[hypnowhip]

[!!!!!

Sylvando's flashing Plumeria two very enthusiastic thumbs up and silently claps when he has her attention. He's so happy for her and Chloe!!]

[paucipan]

[Oh, that's--

That's really sweet, okay. She appreciates it and she'll flash him a teary eyed grin and thumbs up right back! She's literally so happy right now for both herself and Chloe, dear gods.]

[hypnowhip]

[Oh no, now even he's getting misty-eyed...ahhh, this is so wonderful!!!]