entry 14. spoiler alert.

[drdaytimetelly]

Everyone's just dancing around the subject, but I'm going to just come right out and say write it: tonight this boat's going to hit an iceberg. Congratulations on surviving the haunted house, but you're probably going to die once this whole thing gets going. Don't worry, I'm definitely going to die. A poor man stuck in steerage? They'll use my

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[underthehoodie]

Flotation devices?

[drdaytimetelly]

Arms. Those are kind of like flotation devices.

[underthehoodie]

That's not what you meant.

[drdaytimetelly]

No, it's not.

If you decide to kill me, can you do it before the boat sinks? I don't want to freeze to death.

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[i_neverchose]

...are you...do you see the future too?

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[drdaytimetelly]

No, I just see a lot of films.

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[i_neverchose]

One of those long things that shows up on the little box? How would that know what is going to happen?

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[drdaytimetelly]

We're from different moments in time, you and I. This all happened about a hundred years ago.

A THREE WAY SPAM. THE POSH GIRLS ARE ON THEIR WAY.

[systemfails]

[Sue was stumbling down to the engine rooms, a pint glass in one hand, looking very uncomfortable in that skirt. Sveta was with her, possibly only to make sure she didn't fall off the side in the process. Sue was... slightly, humming the tune to that Celine Dion song.]

Re: A THREE WAY SPAM. THE POSH GIRLS ARE ON THEIR WAY.

[balancedlight]

[Sveta was definitely with her for that reason. That and she was worried about John. She wasn't agile enough in the dress or with her minor injuries, to catch her if she fell, but she would certainly make a valiant effort.]

Stop singing that. [She adjusted her coat over her dress.] Or humming. Or whatever you're doing. I hate that song right now. [She paused.] If you insist on singing it, at least give me the rest of your drink.

[She felt a little self conscious, dressed like this in steerage, but they had to find John. Wherever he was.]

[drdaytimetelly]

[John had found a semi-quiet space in steerage to dress his wounds. That kusabi ghost had nearly cut him up into tiny bits and pieces, but lucky for both him and Marco they'd both survived.

He wasn't really that angry about the whole thing. He'd already died once, so what was maybe dying again? No, he had mostly vented because he was distressed and really hated the thought of someone thinking this was going to be some kind of pleasure cruise.

And he was worried. God, he was so worried.]

[systemfails]

[Sue was about to offer Sveta her pint when she spotted John. She wasn't feeling self-conscious at all, except for the fact this skirt was really bothering her,]

Hey, John! [She drunkenly stumbled a little closer to him, but stopped humming, at least.] You alrigh'? [At least she'd got his name right now.]

[abdicatedgod]

How do you know? What is this?

[drdaytimetelly]

Saw the film once. Also, it's history, isn't it? Titanic - big boat, said to be unsinkable, sinks and everybody is surprised.

[abdicatedgod]

History on your planet.

You didn't have to tell us.

[drdaytimetelly]

It's happening right now, whatever it is. And it's better that you know.

[consultcriminal]

I have some clothes here you can wear if you'd like to try and pass as first class. When the time comes. [One of his...not so well tailored suits, of course.]

[drdaytimetelly]

Jim, is that you?

[consultcriminal]

Yes, yes. Stuck in first class. And I look ridiculous in this suit.

[drdaytimetelly]

Stuck isn't the word I'd use.

But don't worry. We all look ridiculous.