𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐀 | KGRP (OPEN)

GREY January 20

(form chat is in the desc of the chat!!!)

This roleplay is a mix of community and chatroom roleplay, it will have narration, but isn't heavy on mechanics. These will be used only during investigations of any sort.

:ocean:

PLOT;

You awake to the gentle sway of a ship, a smooth breeze carrying the faint scent of salt. A throbbing headache blossoms behind your eyes. Your body feels sluggish, heavy with a lingering drowsiness. The urge to close your eyes and succumb to sleep is almost overwhelming, but a nagging unease keeps you rooted. Squinting against the bright sun, you shield your face with your hand, the rough fabric of your own clothing a stark contrast to the smooth deck beneath you. You are on a cruise ship; the realization hits you with the force of a physical blow. The memory of a drug-induced haze, of being forced onto this vessel, is hazy but undeniably there. You glance around; others lie scattered nearby, some stirring, others still lost in the drugged stupor. It's evident: you are all victims, kidnapped, but for what purpose remains a chilling mystery. The vast expanse of ocean stretching out in all directions offers no solace, only a profound sense of isolation and fear. The deck feels strangely deserted. You cautiously stand, legs unsteady, and survey the scene.

The sun beats down, intensifying the headache, but you must understand your situation. You attempt to what you know. This ship is massive, and a cursory check reveals no obvious means of escape, no other engers, no crew. Just your fellow captives and the endless ocean. A knot of apprehension tightens in your stomach. There is no sign of struggle, only the evidence of forced sedation and a horrifying isolation that suggests you are somewhere out on the open sea. The horror of your situation crashes over you, cold and palpable. You are far from land, and you have no idea why you are here.

As the sun climbs higher, the reality of your predicament becomes even more stark. This is not a typical cruise. It's a prison, a floating jail on the open ocean with no clear answers in sight. You look at the others, their faces mirroring your own fear and confusion. No one offers any answers. There is only the vastness of the sea, the relentless sun, and the terrifying knowledge that your captivity may stretch on indefinitely. Escape seems impossible. Your situation is hopeless, a terrifying reality that settles with crushing weight. You are prisoners, adrift at sea with no hope in sight.