2nd Wave

[tentacruelest]

[It's a week now since Davy Jones joined up with the Barge and was immediately thrust into Zero, and now he's out and about. Not so much about as out, as he seems relegated to his sixth floor cabin in a perpetual moody sulk.

But that hardly means he's being quiet about it. From one end of the hall to the other, the sixth floor shakes and moans with the sounds of a fearsome organ being played, loudly and without heed to anyone who had the foolish notion of getting some peace and quiet in today. Even other floors can likely hear a distant but still ominous melody sounding off through the ship's bones.

At least the leaking water's been staved off, and seems to have been relegated back to only a murky puddle leaking outside Jones' door.

He's not the friendliest of neighbors.]

Comments

[tentacruelest]

...And...how does one "soundproof" a cabin?

[insolubleriddle]

Magic. The Admiral fulfils most requests through use of it.

[tentacruelest]

And he would do this.

He, who imprisoned me, would be concerned for soundproofing.

[insolubleriddle]

Not at all. He's apathetic, or he would have soundproofed your cabin earlier.

[tentacruelest]

Tell him to soundproof it, then. He will not answer me.

If you do it quickly, I'll stop my playing for a time.

[insolubleriddle]

He will answer you, provided your message has a purpose beyond scowling at him. You may even get a conversation out of it.

[tentacruelest]

An immeasurable honor, by his standards.