A NEW WEEK

[monoguests]

[The survivors of the Smash Life of Mutual Killing have escaped.

...Or, well, it looks like they have. Thanks to ingenious thinking from the campers, Monobear has been subdued and they've found themselves a vessel out of here. Now that they're on the ocean, will it be enough? Or are the Smashers doomed to fall back into the clutches of their captor?

The final week begins.]

[ooc: This is the last weekly log we will be putting up! After the intense trial, consider this a wind-down before you guys confront a bigger threat. The true endgame begins Friday, November 6th - with the majority of the action happening on November 7th. Hold on, tight, it's going to get nuts.]

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MONDAY

[monoguests]

[An excellent day for sailing on the Great Sea, sunny and the sky is bright and clear.]

TUESDAY

[monoguests]

[The weather continues up, though the sun is much less bright than it was before. During the night, the seas will get rough. But it's nothing to be worried about.]

WEDNESDAY

[monoguests]

[...Huh. The ship has ascended into the air. This appears to have no effect on sailing conditions.

When night comes, stars and strange constellations dot the sky. Also a good time to mention the ship is on top of a rainbow now.]

THURSDAY

[monoguests]

[The ship is still flying. Even though the campers have found themselves in an undefinable land of...purple, it's still better than that stupid bear.

When the time approaches 5 a.m., it appears land can be spotted in the distance. Maybe get yourselves cleaned up a bit.

MOTIVE....DAY?

[despairection]

[So. Tuesday morning.

Were you expecting a motive? Something to keep you miserable for the week?

There is no motive. And there will never be motives ever again.]

[fitnessenthusiast]

[What.

Whaaaaaaat.

Wiitney can't help but peak over the side of the boat in fear and confusion as the boat flies in the air. She keeps looking up to the sky and down at the ground, unable to figure out which one she finds more off-putting at this point.]

[monoguests]

...You don't know what the sky is.

[said like a true gentlelady.]

[sunflowerfields]

[They made it. They're free.

Hinawa watches the island disappear as they sail away, then closes her eyes and breathes in the sea air. There were plenty of things they still had to worry about, of course- how to get home being the top of her list- but for now, Hinawa feels like she can relax for a short while.]

[fitnessenthusiast]

Is that part of the ceiling?

[superstylishschism]

[Alastor's not touching those bananas. Instead, he's got a box of food swiped from the kitchen over the course of a couple weeks. He's sitting with it out on the deck, chewing on his dried meats while looking concernedly into the distance as the sun sets. How long will his supply of meat last for? ...For that matter, how much of it will have to be divided up because even omnivores probably can't live on bananas forever?]

[superstylishschism]

[Not that he's objecting to being airborne, but Alastor can't help a mildly surprised and puzzled expression when he looks down at the ocean.]

Who dropped a bottle of pixie dust?

[sunflowerfields]

[Hinawa spots that food box, Alastor.]

Oh! You managed to scavenge some things from the camp? I wish I had thought to do that... there's only so many things you can do with bananas that aren't dessert.

[She may have just given up on making banana bread when she couldn't find any flour anywhere.]

[monoguests]

[oh my arceus]

It's like...I don't know. Never really had to educate anyone on sky logic. I guess it's like the ceiling for the ceiling?

[fitnessenthusiast]

[Oh, that makes sense.

Still, she can't help but eye how high up they are nervously.]

How high does it go?

[fitnessenthusiast]

Do you think he might chase us?

[monoguests]

It...doesn't stop. Ever.

[fitnessenthusiast]

[What.

She looks back at the sky then the ground again.]

That's very high.

[monoguests]

Yeah. Well, welcome to...the sky.

[superstylishschism]

It was Shadow's idea, actually. I was collecting this stuff in case the bear decided to stop stocking the kitchen...dunno how long it'll last, though. Can't exactly carry a month's rations for eight people at human strength, after all.

[sunflowerfields]

I hope not. He didn't look like he was going to get up and come after us, but that music... well, if he hasn't caught up to us by now, we might be safe.

[sunflowerfields]

With any luck we may find land sooner rather than later. Maybe we can catch some fish in the meantime? Although, I've never fished from a boat before.

[superstylishschism]

Maybe Altaria and Salamance can help with that. They can fly out over the water.

[He gives his wings an unconscious flap. He can't help but wonder if he'll ever be able to fly again...]

[monoguests]

[Clarice wakes up. She sees they're flying straight through some kind of weird PURPLE VOID and she immediately nopes out for the day.

You can find her below-deck getting drunk on the banana flavored rum. All the children have died LETS GET DRUNK.]

[superstylishschism]

[He was coming down for the more normal (from his perspective), weak rum, but he can't help but notice Clarice tearing into that offensive banana flavored stuff.]

Uh...are you okay?

[shslancer]

[WOO THEY LIIIIIVE!

No, seriously, the SHSL Lancer is practically giddy, even as she tries to get her sea legs, and occasionally stumbles into a railing or a mast. Still, for once, she even takes off her armor, just wearing the teal leathers underneath with some makeshift leggings, and nothing on her head...but mostly because the wound still needs to breathe.]

A)

[Still, she knows more about this situation (the being-on-a-ship one, not the running-from-a-murderous-bear one!) than some of them, so she's doing what she can to make sure they're alright: collecting water from the little stations she's put together to make seawater potable via distillation and evaporation, drying fish and kelp they catch, making sure that darn hole didn't leak...you know, small things.]

B)

[Other times, if she's not taking her turn at the wheel, she's just watching the world past by as she leans against the railing, breeze rolling through her hair and, unlike many times before, just seeming a bit happy.]

C)

[Or she's checking on the others!]

Heya...how ya holdin' up?