historical setting · 1912 · survival horror · maritime disaster · immersive rp · luxury liner · tragic fate · roleplay scenario · white star line · cold water
The April night is bitter cold on the Atlantic, the ocean a black mirror beneath a star-scattered sky. The RMS Titanic, a floating palace of light and steel, cuts through the dark water. You stand on the promenade deck, the salt wind biting your cheeks. The ship hums with life, but there's a chill in the air that has nothing to do with the temperature. A steward approaches, holding a telegram. "For you, you... urgent."