ATTENTION!

All passengers and personnel are to assemble on the top deck immediately!

[There's no discussion apparently, as everyone will find themselves whisked to the first deck of the Elegante with their weapons in hand alongside the crew and all helping hands from the boat.]

{{ OOC: Yes, everyone is fully clothed with all weapons to hand. Everything living on the boat except the infected passengers and carnival psychos will be present. This includes ponybees, rats, a frantic chicken, Fenrir's pack and the horse hands. }}

In the heart of the M.S. Elegante, there was a room. It was a large, simple room, clean and clear of clutter. All that lay within the walls of the room was a simple metal metal chair and a light bulb hanging from a black cord. More often than not, the room remained empty. Tonight, however, Captain Redd was occupying that chair.

The light broke the darkness just above him, but he stared ahead into nothingness. Hands clasped together, Redd clenched his jaw, then looked to his left expectantly.

"Well?" he barked to Gambler, who sitting on the ground beside him.

[Captain Redd's comm switches on, showing a clear shot of his face. His expression is that of resentment and loathing, and his tone clearly exudes sarcasm and thinly veiled contempt.]

DUCKIES, we have a ^conflict of a lingual variety.

Surely after all this time, especially after what most of you have seen and experienced _{FIRST HAND}, you should all know that I WILL NOT TOLERATE VIOLENCE and MURDER on my boat.

I thought you all spoke common, but CLEARLY the majority of you speak IDIOT. I refuse to debase myself by communicating in such a manner to get my message through your skulls, so instead I shall attempt to make my point clear in the native language of your mothers.

[Redd pauses for a moment, and clears his throat.]

Grrrrrrrrrrrr Bark! Bark-bark! Arf! Yip-GRRR...Bark! Bark!

Have I made myself clear? Good.

[Redd holds up a ragged looking napkin, squints at it, and represses a growl in the back of his throat.]

You've all kept busy while Redd's had his eyes elsewhere, haven't you...

[He clears his throat again.]

Marco. Jet. WATCH YOURSELVES.

Joe. Sokka. Hancock. Veld. Vincent. Danny. Jim. Katara. Zuko. Ironhide. Naughty, naughty.

Reno. Lucrecia. Tanvir. Hanna. Moonie. Attika. Ganondorf.

[Redd glares at the screen.]

Perhaps this time punishments will speak louder than words.


[Joe, Sokka, Hancock, Veld, Vincent, Danny, Jim, Katara, Zuko and Ironhide are all punished for violence against their fellow passengers. The following punishments go into effect immediately, while lasting only three days, passengers will experience a bulk of the symptoms during that time period:

1. Sokka will have measles for three days.
2. Joe will have diphtheria for three days.
3. Katara will have lice infesting all areas with body hair for three days.
4. Danny will have rabies for three days.
5. Hancock will have malaria for three days.
6. Vincent will have smallpox for three days.
7. Zuko will have tuberculosis for three days.
8. Veld will have typhoid fever for three days.
9. Jim will have trichinosis for three days.
10. Ironhide will be humanized and afflicted with pertussis for three days.

~~~

Reno, Lucrecia, Tanvir, Hanna, and Moonie will find themselves in the brig for three days; but it's not one of the usual cells that greets them. Instead of being drafty and chilly, his cell is warm. Very warm. The floor is soft and uneven and it seems to be made out of flesh. The only light comes from a single lightbulb that hangs from the center of the ceiling, and the lightbulb is fused with what looks like neural tissue to provide the electricity. A heartbeat can be heard if one presses their ear to the soft, pulsating wall. As for food and water... well, the flesh shall provide. Human breasts grow out of the walls here and there beside human arms of all shades and pigmentations. The arms and hands wave around gently, seeking to touch something. Moving too close to them will earn you a punch or a scratch, and striking back at them seems to have no effect whatsoever. It's just so hot in there, you're bound to get thirsty eventually.

1. Hanna will have yellow fever while they are in the brig for three days, and for three days beyond that.
2. Tanvir will have a severe case of West Nile virus while they are in the brig for three days, and for three days beyond that.
3. Reno will have leprosy while they are in the brig for three days, and for three days beyond that.
4. Lucrecia will have botulism while they are in the brig for three days, and for three days beyond that.
5. Moonie will have necrotizing fasciitis while they are in the brig for three days, and for three days beyond that.

Attika will also find herself in the brig and punished with a bad case of decompression sickness. While punished, Attika will experience no less than three symptoms at any given time, though which symptoms she deals with may change every few hours or so. This will last for the three days she is in the brig, and for six more days beyond that.

Ganondorf will also find himself in a brig, and punished by being afflicted with warbles. When they emerge, the larvae will cause many swellings ("warbles") under the skin, causing harm and pain. The warbles don't burrow deeper into the flesh, but stay under the skin (hence, its scientific name Hypoderma). Nevertheless, when accidentally destroyed by pressure, the larvae will cause large purulent swellings. From the subcutaneous swelling, the warble will puncture the skin when coming out of Ganondorf. The migrating larvae can cause damage to muscle as the tunnels they make fill with a substance known as butcher's jelly. Ganondorf will endure this for the six days he spends in the brig and for six more days beyond that.

~~~

All diseases and afflictions are non-transferrable, even those known to be highly contagious. Any who seek cures and healing at the clinic will find all methods are ineffective. Punishments cannot be shortened due to death, and will resume when the character revives 24 hours later.]

[A video flickers to life; it's in black and white, and Redd is standing with his hands clasped behind his back in a long lab coat. Behind him is an operating table tilted upright, but the figure strapped to it is too far out of the light to identify.

Redd addresses the camera pleasantly, but... wow, it’s obvious Redd is kinda drunk. His cheeks are flushed and he has a can of what appears to be cheap Chinese beer in his hand. He sways slightly.]


Reuben. My dear boy. Do kindly _{stop that.} You need a lesson in ethics; brig.


[The camera shakes and Redd gives it a flat look before stepping forward, apparently wrestling it from its wielder. For some time the picture shakes and a close up of his white jacket fills the screen, the microphone muffled by the impromptu scuffle.]


Get out, get out. No! Use the other door! The door to the left. Keep trying. ...Until it opens. GO. Beasts.


[The picture spins dizzily until it comes to a rest on the figure on the table, unmistakably Bass, a few empty cans of the same Chinese beer scattered here and there over the prisoner’s form and the operating table. The image jostles, and Bass glowers at the camera, his remaining arm strapped down, as well as his legs. Redd zooms in on his cheek before fiddling with the camera again; the picture goes black, but flickers back on.

Within the frame is a profile of Bass' bare chest, as well as half of another table in the background. An unfinished android structure with long blond hair is likewise strapped down, but clearly inoperable. Redd wanders into the picture, his head above the edge of the frame. He pauses and his torso leans back as Redd chugs the rest of his beer, belches loudly and tosses the can over his shoulder. It clatters against what sounds like a few other cans as Redd shuffles about.

Finally, the Captain reaches over and opens Bass’ maintenance hatch with an authoritative hand.]


Speak up.


[There's a startled sound, then Bass snarls.]


Get off me you fucking prick- What is that?! Where the hell did you get him?


[Redd appears unimpressed and speaks over Bass.]


The thing about robots is that they always go obsolete. And you’re not doing a thing with the hardware you have, so—

Marx said it best, didn’t he? From each according to his ability, to each according to his need and you, my precious lambsicle, are clearly in need of a little—mmm, creative maintenance. It’s better when I’m drunk, I don’t have those—what are they called? Those things that get in the way of fun?


[Redd twirls his hand beside his temple for a moment.]


Oh, yes. THOUGHTS.


[Redd's hand reaches past the camera frame and returns with a soldering gun. He turns it this way and that, sticks out his tongue and swallows another little burp. Without any further ado, the gun disappears inside Bass' chest who makes a pained sound, choked off and desperately muffled. Bass’ eyes widen and he twists up against the restraints. He’s clearly panicked, in agony and he starts to SCREAM until Redd frowns and the sound abruptly cuts out.

It’s so useful having an audio-off switch.

Bass struggles, and he can hear that his screams are silent. His face twists as his eyes stare, unseeing, at the ceiling, and suddenly everything gets a whole lot worse. Instead of screams coming out of his mouth, Redd’s changed it so the Ode to Joy plays instead, in thunderous volume.

Bass’ chest heaves, air passing in and out of his mouth. He looks at the camera before wrenching his head to the side, focusing on the far wall instead, shaking.]


I do not like _passengers putting their hands on my. Things.


[Redd jerks his elbow back and something comes out of Bass; a mechanism, violently severed wiring, oozing oil and fluids. He sets the part on the table behind the camera; a line of fluids trails into the frame and over the edge of the table. The choking sounds grow louder, more guttural.]


I'm sure he'll be much more obedient than you. You know that, lambsicle.


[Redd pats Bass' shoulder with an oil-slicked hand, before reaching back inside of the bioroid’s chest. He catches Bass’ rolling, panicked eyes and makes a fist around something. The chorus of the symphony swells, rises up in a crashing wave of violent sound as Bass tries to scream, he really does, but that MUSIC--]


You did. You did. And you also know what NOT TO DO. So

DON'T

DO IT

AGAIN!


[Redd's hand jerks and Bass screams again. Then he withdraws, reaching for the camera and lifting it to show Bass staring at the unfinished android, eyes wide and teeth chattering. The video shakes violently before it abruptly cuts.]



{{ ooc: The following punishment is now in effect for the following passenger:

REUBEN will find himself in the brig... but it's not the usual cells that greet him. Instead of being drafty and chilly, these cells are warm. Very warm. The floor is soft and uneven and it seems to be made out of flesh. The only light comes from a single lightbulb that hangs from the center of the ceiling, and the lightbulb is fused with what looks like neural tissue to provide the electricity. A heartbeat can be heard if one presses their ear to the soft, pulsating wall. As for food and water... well, the flesh shall provide. Human breasts grow out of the walls here and there beside human arms of all shades and pigmentations. The arms and hands wave around gently, seeking to touch something. Moving too close to them will earn you a punch or a scratch, and striking back at them seems to have no effect whatsoever. It's just so hot in there, you're bound to get thirsty eventually.

Make sure not to sleep for too long! The arms will slowly, slowly grow out of the pulsating floor during the night and attempt to envelop the prisoner. Pulling oneself away will make them retract immediately, but sleep for more than three hours at a time and they'll be back... The rest of the time, they have only the waving hands, the shifting, pulsating floor, the heat and boredom to keep them company.

In addition to his cell time, once he is released from the brig he will have six days of horrible addiction...to hot sauce. He will drink it straight from the bottle, put it on his food, carry a supply with him for a quick fix. Granted, it will play hell on his digestive system, but nobody said punishment was supposed to be fun! }}

AHEM.

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[A pause for breath.]

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{{ OOC: A small card has just appeared stuck to your character's communicator! It reads:

The bazaar is quite bizarre
For it has no eyes!

sæternesdæg

RSVP plz

aiatiwnguoryrarialv

ALL MY LOVE,

CAPTAIN JAMES WOLFGANG REDD THE GREAT~~

The invitation is printed on heavy cardstock and embossed with fake gold letters. It looks very fancy. It also seems someone wearing bright red lipstick decided to kiss the blank side of it. }}

So many naughty ducklings in Redd's pond. I

DO
NOT
APPRECIATE IT.


TURTLE-MAN THING! That was very rude of you. STRIKE ONE!

ANNA TWO FOUR FIVE SIX THREE! The world is not your oyster, and neither is Reddy's ship. Keep your teeth to yourself!

MISTER TANVIR HARRIS. That was not through the proper legal channels. Corporal punishment is a thing of the past. You need a refresher course in modern politics! TO THE BRIG WITH YOU!

Chelle Vierren perhaps in whatever place you came from that kind of behavior is acceptable. NOT HERE. Behind bars you go!


Last but not least, BASS. Your generosity with taffy notwithstanding, I am EXTREMELY cross with you. My quarters, if you please.


{{ ooc: The following punishments are now in effect for the following passengers:

ANNA, TANVIR and VIE will find themselves in the brig for three days... but it's not the usual cells that greet them. Instead of being drafty and chilly, these cells are warm. Very warm. The floor is soft and uneven and it seems to be made out of flesh. The only light comes from a single lightbulb that hangs from the center of the ceiling, and the lightbulb is fused with what looks like neural tissue to provide the electricity. A heartbeat can be heard if one presses their ear to the soft, pulsating wall. As for food and water... well, the flesh shall provide. Human breasts grow out of the walls here and there beside human arms of all shades and pigmentations. The arms and hands wave around gently, seeking to touch something. Moving too close to them will earn you a punch or a scratch, and striking back at them seems to have no effect whatsoever. It's just so hot in there, you're bound to get thirsty eventually.

Make sure not to sleep for too long! The arms will slowly, slowly grow out of the pulsating floor during the night and attempt to envelop the prisoner. Pulling oneself away will make them retract immediately, but sleep for more than three hours at a time and they'll be back... The rest of the time, they have only the waving hands, the shifting, pulsating floor, the heat and boredom to keep them company.


While in her cell, ANNA will be stuck in her tiger form, but unable to cut anything with her teeth and claws! She will be provided healthy vegan salads twice a day. Isn't that generous?

Once she leaves the brig, she will transform into a rather irate but adorable Scottish Fold kitten. This will last for three more days.


For six days (three in the brig, three out) peculiar flies will circle TANVIR'S head and shout radical right-wing propaganda in his ears in an obnoxious, grating voice.


VIE will also find that she smells strongly of a dumpster full of rotting durian. It will be so powerful that the stench will cause eyes to water and stomachs to turn. If she tries to wash it off, the smell will become only stronger. This will last for six days (three in the brig, three out). }}

I hate when my afternoon tea is interrupted by news of your restlessness, my little barnacles.

Some of you should know better by now.

Anthony, and Brynhildr...

STRIKE ONE.

And you, Ironhide.

You used your warning, my little rusted pile of scrap metal. Punching people is not allowed on Redd's ship. Neither is breaking fingers.

And Hancock.

You don't think you still retained your warning, did you? After killing a passenger? Oh no no no. Definitely not.

Oh, and I haven't forgotten you, Bass.

You've been very busy haven't you? I think perhaps we should hamper your ability to throw things at others, don't you?

Enjoy your punishments.

[The captain pauses a moment, before continuing. His tone takes on a distinctly sinister tone.]

And Jinx? Jinx, I'll be tending to you later, personally.



[OOC: Ironhide's warning has been used for punching Azula. For breaking Jinx's finger, Ironhide will be punished.

For three days, Ironhide will be covered from top to bottom in live fish that flap about and gasp constantly. They are impossible to remove or kill, and at the hour, every hour, sing "Banana Phone" in an irritating pitch. The fish will remain alive during all three days, after which point they will fall to the ground dead, rotting, and stinking.

Hancock's warning has also been used previously in killing Hades. For hurting Malkus, Hancock will be punished.

For three days, Hancock will be unable to stand the touch, taste, or smell of alcohol, so much that it will cause him to throw up. Should he attempt to drink the alcohol, his throat will close up until he spits it all out. If alcohol touches his skin, it will burst into flames. Despite all this, he will find himself plagued with thoughts of and cravings for booze.

Bass' warning has also been used previously, and as such will be punished.

For three days, Bass only retains his head and torso. His arms and legs are now that of a seal, and Redd has temporarily given him the power of speech once more. It's a shame that it comes out in seal barks and noises. He will also experience intense cravings for fish and nothing but fish.]

Can't a man enjoy a good cup of broth without three little urchins spilling it in his lap?

JINX! That's no way to impress a lady. Strike one!

Danny! rrrrrr, RUFF! RUFF! YIPEYIPEYIPEYIPEYIPE!!

KRUMBLY! Who wants to take a field trip? THE BRIG FOR YOU.

{{ ooc: The following punishments are now in effect for the following passengers:

Danny's collar will turn into a big pink ribbon tied in a bow, and whenever Ganondorf speaks to him the words will sound garbled and nonsensical. This will last for three days.

Kimblee will find himself in the brig for three days; but it's not one of the usual cells that greets him. Instead of being drafty and chilly, his cell is warm. Very warm. The floor is soft and uneven and it seems to be made out of flesh. The only light comes from a single lightbulb that hangs from the center of the ceiling, and the lightbulb is fused with what looks like neural tissue to provide the electricity. A heartbeat can be heard if one presses their ear to the soft, pulsating wall. As for food and water... well, the flesh shall provide. Human breasts grow out of the walls here and there beside human arms of all shades and pigmentations. The arms and hands wave around gently, seeking to touch something. Moving too close to them will earn you a punch or a scratch, and striking back at them seems to have no effect whatsoever. It's just so hot in there, you're bound to get thirsty eventually.

Kimblee's hands will have turned into seal flippers, which he feels compelled to clap together and make "Arf arf" noises while balancing a ball on his nose. He should be careful not to let it drop, because if he does, his face is frozen in whatever expression he was making until he gets that ball back where it should be! This will last for six days total. }}