>>5285314“-e’s getting worse.”
Despite their protesting, you lift your heavy eyelids open to find yourself tucked under some sheets with an anchor motif. Too exhausted to even stretch, you lie there listlessly as you recognize where you are: the bed on the yacht.
“We don’t really have a choice, do we?”
Through the steady pounding of a lingering migraine, you can just barely hear voices above you–familiar ones.
“<span class="mu-i">It’s a w-w-wonder she di-didn’t v-vaporize…</span>”
Oh <span class="mu-i">great</span>, <span class="mu-i">NOW</span> your day is ruined. Groaning at the unmistakable nails-on-chalkboard sound of Denise’s voice, you let your head go limp against the pillow underneath it.
“She’s right.” Replies Sybil’s faint voice amidst the clanking of diving equipment around you, “She’s like a sister to me, but… but we need to consider contingencies… just… just in case.”
“In case Stan’s luck finally runs out, right?”
Art. Always the smarty-pants.
“H-hey, we’ve done great so far!”
Eddie.
“Sh-she’s had some close calls, but-”
“Take a cold shower, would ya?” Replies Mitzi in her eternally-calm demeanor. “It’s not about liking her–it’s about making a plan.”
“Well, uh, if we’re submitting applications-”
“Syb, tell dis’ palooka da’ position is gonna need more than brawn.”
Wait, <span class="mu-i">LY?!</span> He’s talking to them?! WITHOUT YOU!?
“Ly believes someone with a cooler head would be better suited to the job.” Sybil relays, earning a round of groans from the crowd above. “And I agree.”
Still weighed down by… whatever happened back there, you fight against the covers and attempt to sit up! This… this is <span class="mu-i">MUTINY!</span>
What’s the play here?
>GET UP AND CONFRONT THESE DOPES!>KEEP LISTENING! NO RUSH!>LEAVE THE BED AND SPY ON THEIR CONVERSATION!>CALL SOMEONE DOWN! SOUNDS LIKE THE WHOLE GANG’S HERE! (WHO?)>WRITE-IN! 