Yes, well... I have been told I control my emotions quite well most of the time. [ more like he is still learning how to do the human emotions thing, and patience and calmness in the face of the unknown has been something he's practiced for at least the last 5000 years. ... That is a story for another time, though!
Zhongli hums thoughtfully at her revelation about the typical cruiseliner experience. That would make much more sense. ] I do hope they are not trying to kill us, although they are not being particularly discriminant about what they are throwing so their intent matters little. [ a napkin can be seen near them getting tossed around completely harmless—until a bunch of knives seem to drop from the from ceiling point first down on it. The only saving grace is that the knives clink uselessly on the napkin and the floor and fall over flat rather than being thrown with enough force they could imbed themselves point first into the floor.
Which, on that note, there is some activity going on at a wall nearby them where forks are being thrown like darts (and sticking just like darts, too) at a crudely drawn bullseye (looks like... ketchup and mustard?). There's also a stick figure human(??) drawn next to it getting dart forks thrown at its head, so... yeah, it's anyone's guess what the real motive of these ghosts are beyond trying to force them to leave.
If only they knew how willingly everyone would get off this ship if they actually could. ]
It seems we can rule out these ghosts being responsible for bringing us here. It is unlikely they would be telling us to leave, in that case. [ it's now raining salad, croutons, and popcorn around them. And nuts and seeds. Totally fine. ]
Now, if only they would get tired of causing such a ruckus like children.
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Zhongli hums thoughtfully at her revelation about the typical cruiseliner experience. That would make much more sense. ] I do hope they are not trying to kill us, although they are not being particularly discriminant about what they are throwing so their intent matters little. [ a napkin can be seen near them getting tossed around completely harmless—until a bunch of knives seem to drop from the from ceiling point first down on it. The only saving grace is that the knives clink uselessly on the napkin and the floor and fall over flat rather than being thrown with enough force they could imbed themselves point first into the floor.
Which, on that note, there is some activity going on at a wall nearby them where forks are being thrown like darts (and sticking just like darts, too) at a crudely drawn bullseye (looks like... ketchup and mustard?). There's also a stick figure human(??) drawn next to it getting dart forks thrown at its head, so... yeah, it's anyone's guess what the real motive of these ghosts are beyond trying to force them to leave.
If only they knew how willingly everyone would get off this ship if they actually could. ]
It seems we can rule out these ghosts being responsible for bringing us here. It is unlikely they would be telling us to leave, in that case. [ it's now raining salad, croutons, and popcorn around them. And nuts and seeds. Totally fine. ]
Now, if only they would get tired of causing such a ruckus like children.