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Early in the morning, this announcement is made by Lt. Jopson on the journals:

"It is my solemn duty to report that the peculiar weather conditions we have experienced as of late have escalated beyond what we can understand. The rain has given way to falling ice. As of this morning, my instruments have failed and Terror seems to be navigating herself, much as she did prior to our arrival to warmer waters. Captain Crozier has confirmed this and has advised that preparations for colder weather should begin. While it seems the warmth from the coal moves freely through the pipes, the deck's temperature drops by the hour. Regular watches should resume on deck to keep a lookout for ice. Any sightings should be reported to myself or Captain Crozier immediately."

((Hey, you said you like mingling posts, so I made this mingling post for the remainder of Big Blue Wet Thing. As a reminder- Thursday is sleet, Friday is ice in the water, Saturday is stuck in the ice, Sunday is back to "normal." But obviously, feel free to forward or back date as needed.))

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-- Some threads are NSFW. Open around coworkers and family at your own risk. --

In the morning, after the first meal, comes a notice from Captain Crozier that at sunset he hopes that all will join him on the deck of Terror for a ball. Formal dress recommended, but not required. Nothing more is needed to attend than their own persons and good cheer.

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With help from the magicians, Crozier spends the day transforming the deck of the ship into a space suitable for dancing and drinking and general merriment. For light, Crozier employs Sabriel: three orbs hang in the air well above the heads of the guests, flooding the deck in a glow resembling the scattering of lamps along the sides of the ship. For the decorations the botanist in Crozier finds ferns and flowers from the island, the wood of the ship itself dotted with flowers Strange has grown straight from her timbers. Sabriel arranges the plants and lays rugs and chairs over spaces for resting, while McGonagall charms banners and bunting from the sky to sway gently over the attendees.

Masts and railings are hung with fabric -- most of it canvas, but Crozier's found some nicer cloth hidden in the orlop and hangs it over a table he's placed towards the bow. On the table itself he's arranged the spirits from the hold, including his own whiskey and the rum found by Mulder and Shaun, as well as some coconuts and mangoes and pineapples for further decoration and perhaps consumption, if anyone feels daring enough to try to open them.

The trickiest part was the music. Not wishing to settle for the tinny notes of the hand organ, or force one soul into providing all the entertainment through singing or playing one of the instruments aboard, he turns to McGonagall, and she's able to charm the instruments into playing by themselves. The violins and other strings play sweetly from the space by the helm, ready to take requests from the dancers so long as the requester knows the song well enough.

At sunset the hatch is opened and Crozier has those still on the beach row over, greeting everyone warmly as they step foot on the deck.

((You know what to do, folks. I want to see Happiness. Drunkenness. Dancing. Drama.))

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Welcome to Unnamed Island #1, everyone! Lt. Jopson has successfully steered the ship towards land! (Or maybe the ship was going there the whole time? Who knows, burst his bubble if you want to be a monster!) The island is large and uninhabited by humans, but has lots of wildlife. This isn’t a specific island on a map because, like all things in the dream, it is an amalgamation of the characters in it. So, if it looks like it might be on a tropical island, it will be! Pineapples, coconuts, mangos- sure! Seals and feral pigs- you bet! Beautiful reefs- Of course! Secret Caribbean rum stores- why the hell not? Two species of crabs that shouldn’t be in the same hemisphere- hell yeah! (After all, Goodsir’s the only one who will know the difference). Enjoy the island, folks! The Terror will dock there starting today and they will leave on Tuesday the 7th.

Piña coladas, anyone?

((This is an open post for island shenanigans though, of course, you are always welcome to start your own!))

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Warnings: Here be smut

Terror has looked better. There are holes in her hull and fallen beams in the corridors. The smell of blood and gunpowder permeates the air, getting caught in hair and cloth. The tuunbaq has left its mark on her, but the immediate danger has passed. There is still life-saving warmth somehow in some of the more-intact rooms, as the cold from the Arctic hasn't ceased.

((This is an all-purpose thread for after the Tuunbaq attack. I'll add in a few scenarios, but please feel free to add anything else you want! Go nuts!))

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The tuunbaq paws at an ice-cap. The wind whips up the snow, lightning flashes above illuminating the quick work it makes of the ice. Two swipes from its massive claws and the tunnel is open.

The tuunbaq crawls through. It can smell the fresh meat waiting for it on the other side of the ice.

((This is an all-purpose thread for the tuunbaq attack! Inside you'll find various jumping-off points for characters at different stages of the attack. Please jump in and respond to your heart's content, and add any additional threads and character interactions.

Happy Tuunbaq Day!))

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Who: Crozier and the Terrors (new band name I call it)
What: Crozier's making stops to see everyone. He's knocking on every. Single. One. Of. Your. Doors. Whether you choose to RP it is entirely up to you.
Who: Everyone! With special consideration for Shaun, Goodsir, and Jopson
When: The day after the nightmare

If asked 30 or so days ago Crozier would have considered caring for a ship of eleven, plus himself, a far easier job than tending to a full crew of over a hundred. He's mildly annoyed to realize that this is not the case, and a lesser manifest leaves no reason for strangers to remain just that. It's his duty now, as it had been before, to care for the people on Terror and to see them through any hardship. As he rises and dresses that morning he cannot help but recall Una's advice from the last time this happened.

Secrets have a way of coming out in the dream-realms, and it's best to try and get ahead of it.

He readies himself to call on the men and women of Terror. He's hardly qualified to bear the emotional burden for them, and he's already cringing at some of the conversations he needs to have, but he knows he needs to try.

Because they were his people. His ship, his people.

((Crozier is indeed going from cabin-to-cabin in search of people. Many options here: RP, spam, assume. If you'd like you can also have your character ignore him or try to duck out, because who wants to talk about feelings?))

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Who: Everyone!
What: Shaun's Nightmare Mingle Post
Where: Fyre Resort
When: Social Media Competition Weekend!
Warnings: As needed in the threads!

Welcome to the Fyre Resort! We hope you enjoy your stay, and all of our fine amenities, including gym, spa, pool, beach, and shuttle to a local theme park! Make sure that when you post, you include the tag #fyreresort per the contract you signed when you accepted our offer. Have fun! Relax! And of course, let us know if there is anything we can do to make your stay more comfortable.

Gym:
Do you like to work out? We sure hope so! Here you'll find any gym equipment your heart desires, perfect for the traveler who likes to stay in shape, whatever their fitness needs! And if all you want to do is jog a couple of steps or sit on a machine with a towel around your neck and take a selfie? We won't tell.

Spa
Need to relax? Stop in for a spa treatment! Facials, massages, manicures and pedicures, ...colonics? Hey, we don't judge! Whatever you need to to feel good, we're here for you! Don't forget to have our technicians snap a picture to show how relaxed you are!

Pool
Need we say more? Come swim, or stretch out poolside while the family plays! There's plenty of room for everyone to have a great time in our pools! Lifeguards are on duty from 8am to 10pm, and we even have a splash pool for the little ones! Remember to take pictures and make those memories last!

Beach
Grab a towel and head to the beach for a day in the sea, sun, and sand! Fyre Resort has beachside access from the ground floor, and beach chairs are available upon request. Don't miss the chance to dip your toes in the ocean. #beachlife, am I right??

Theme Park
Looking for a little excitement in your life? Hop on the shuttle and head over to Local Theme Park! Roller coasters, flumes, and other rides are sure to thrill you, and with no lines or waiting for this special weekend, you'll be coming back again and again! Ride photos are available at the end of each ride.

Food
Room service and fine dining are both available at Fyre Resort. A full bar is also available (must show valid ID!), and if you don't see something on the menu you like, just ask! We are happy to accommodate all dietary needs. Remember to tag the chef!

Day One Social Media Rankings: (Initial)
1. Mahir Gowda
2. Una Persson and Blanche Devereaux
3. Theon Greyjoy
4. Dorian Gray
5. Anna and Lester Sheehan
6. Francis Crozier and Thomas Jopson
7. Jonathan Strange
8. Shaun Mason and Family
9. Harry Goodsir

Day Two Social Media Rankings:
1. Shaun Mason and Family
2. Una Persson and Blanche Devereaux
3. Jonathan Strange
4. Mahir Gowda
5. Francis Crozier and Thomas Jopson
6. Theon Greyjoy
7. Anna and Lester Sheehan
8. Dorian Gray
9. Harry Goodsir

Final Standings!
1. Anna and Lester Sheehan
2. Una Persson and Blanche Devereaux
3. Mahir Gowda
4. Francis Crozier and Thomas Jopson
5. Shaun Mason and Family
6. Jonathan Strange
7. Harry Goodsir
8. Theon Greyjoy
9. Dorian Gray

[Feel free to use this post as a general mingle to come across friends, rivals, mortal enemies… And you don't have to just use these locations! There are all kinds of places you can run into each other! Have fun!]

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Who: Shaun Mason and Mahir Gowda
What: Fissure aftermath
Where: Mahir's cabin
When: The morning after the Fissure (before Una's announcement)
Warnings: Profanity definitely. Viruses probably. Two people who are bad at emotions.

It's morning. Whatever else is going on--and Shaun sure as hell hopes it was some weird fucked up dream--he and Mahir have a standing morning appointment. They'd worked it out within the first day. With none of the modern technology to check someone's viral load and see without a doubt if they're about to amplify, they're resorting to old fashioned methods, which means a morning check-in, every day. Response time, pain perception, mental acuity.

If there was ever a morning he wanted to skip it, it would be this one, but that's not going to happen. He knocks at the door. "Good morning sunshine!"

God, he wants coffee.

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Who: Shaun Mason and YOU
What: Tranquility of the Seas
Where: Throughout the ship, doing various activities!
When: Throughout the fissure

( why don't you relax? )

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Who: Everyone and Anyone
Where: The Dining Area (the crew's berthing space)
What: A general mingling thread! Post threads, join threads -- spam, full text, icon battle? Whatever you'd like!

It's dinner time onboard HMS Terror. The bell's rung and it's time to line up to get your plate and ration of spirits - gin or rum, your choice. Some lemon juice as well, just in case the ship's stores are still effective.

What's for supper, you ask? Boiled salt pork, plum-duff biscuits, and doughboys. Jopson made the doughboys himself -- it would be nice if you complimented him.

There's a strong wind beating at the hull, and Captain's closed the hatches and ordered everyone inside for the evening. He's worried about hail and lightning, but the lower deck is warm and cozy, and someone's found a deck of cards.

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Who: Mahir, Shaun and Mr. Harry Goodsir
Where: The Terror’s sickbay
What: Captain Crozier’s post makes it clear who the ship’s medical personnel is, and Shaun and Mahir realize they need to tell someone about their condition.
Warnings: IDK but Shaun is involved, so take that as you will (Also germ theory and zombies and discussion of headshots, probably)

Mahir reads the Captain's post about duties and schedules, and gives it about five minutes of thought before leaving his cabin and heading for Shaun's. He hates to admit that this place might be real, or that they may be stuck here for much longer, but the fact is that they are there. With other people.

Which is a fact that’s eating at his conscience.

"Come in, Mahir," Shaun calls out. How does he know who it is? Who else would be knocking at his door immediately after the Captain posted about duties and established personnel. Including established medical personnel.

Mahir doesn’t ask how Shaun knows; he just enters and shuts the door behind him. He holds up his phone. “You’ve seen the Captain’s post?”

He holds up his own phone. "Yes. Are you volunteering for ice duty first?" He knows that's not what Mahir is here for.

He rolls his eyes. “Honestly, I’d rather get it over and done with, so that’s an option. But you know that’s not what I want to talk about.”

"The medical staff. Our medical condition. Seems like a good time to say hey and offer warnings about how to handle us."

Mahir’s smile is wry and he shakes his head. “And they say you’re not the smart one.”

Shaun gives him a half smile. "I'm not. But I guess I'm smart enough to know this much. Want to go see him together?"

Mahir nods. “I think it’d be best.”

He pushes to his feet. "Well. I guess we should go meet Mr. Goodsir, then, shouldn't we?"

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Shaun hadn't been dreaming. He prefers it when he doesn't dream, because he doesn't usually get the good dreams anymore, and when he wakes it's in utter shock at the intense cold. He'd fallen asleep on a rooftop in Oakland in April. Sure, he's wearing a jacket, but it's not exactly a heavy winter coat. Shaun has never seen a winter like this. Where the hell is he? Antarctica?

"What the fuck?"

He doesn't expect an answer as he wraps his arms around himself looking for shelter. There's a ship. An olde time sailing ship, which is as bizarre to him as anything else in this insane scene, but it looks warm, which is all he cares about right now. He makes his way toward the open ramp.

[What the hell is going on here?]

"Fuck if I know," he mutters.

[This is what I get for letting you sleep.]

It should be funny, but it's not. This can't be a dream. Dreams don't get this cold. But who would bother kidnapping him to a movie set in the Antarctic?

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