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come_sailaway2022-12-10 12:17 pm
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Welcome Max Maximum [Open]
Who: Max Maximum & YOU
What: Introing Max to the game using the same exact prompts from the TDM because they are still good
When: Timey-whimey but let's say Dec 10-17-ish range (so like that first week here)
Where: All over, places mentioned in the prompts
Warnings: This character's backstory comes baked-in with some things that may be triggering: slavery/servitude, sexual abuse/mental abuse, biting/bloodplay (because vampires), unhealthy power dynamics I have an opt-out RIGHT HERE for anyone who would like to specify any topics they want me to avoid.
1. You know the drill (Dec 10th)
One shock leads to another, leads to another. It was bad enough waking up in an unfamiliar place alone. But then he was compelled to come to drill, and meet that lady with no face. How is that possible? How is any of this possible? He tried asking her but all the answers he got were vague and unsatisfying.
"Please," he pleads to the nearest person who walks by. For such a tall and athletic man, Max looks for all the world like a cowering lost puppy, complete with big watery brown eyes. "Have you seen Lord Osborne? Has anyone seen him? I have to get back to him."
2. Maybe I'm a different breed
It's been days now. He kept hoping maybe this was some terrible nightmare. But he's still here. It's the longest he's been without his master in seven years. In the back of his mind, he always wished and hoped a day might come when he could be free. Not like this. This isn't relief. This is terrifying in its abruptness. What can he do? Who can he trust?
He only knows one way to cope--sticking to his routine. 5:30 am he's in the gym, running, then lifting, then drilling martial art techniques, until sweat soaks the tank top and shorts he scavenged from Tommy Bahama. 8:00 am he goes to the pool to swim laps for another hour after that. Then he finishes with stretching and yoga poolside. After that, he grabs some coffee and gets himself cleaned up. He arrived here in a nice suit, it seems to get washed every day, somehow, so he goes on wearing it. (Just his luck he ended up with one of his least favorite ties, the gold paisley one. Why couldn't it have been the nice navy blue one?)
By 11:00 am he's washed, dressed, and ready to present himself. This brings him to the problem. Usually, now is when he would go upstairs and find his vampire master. He'd make himself a hearty brunch and then sit at the table discussing the affairs for the day, plan what chores need doing. But his master has not appeared and everything seems to clean itself. What is he supposed to do with all these unfilled hours?
Catch him between noon and 7:00 pm all over the ship, trying anything and everything to stay busy. He scours the bookshelves in the library for interesting titles. The Tommy Bahama has seemingly endless rows of clothing for him to look through...though not much to suit his style which shows in all the sour faces he makes at those gaudy patterns. He goes to the arcade to try and distract himself with games. The casino too. He's not bad at cards. Playing against vampires with hundreds of years of experience bluffing means he's pretty used to losing. He's a good sport about it. Max makes his way to Sand Dollars several times a day to feed his coffee addiction. Although, the way he jitters and spooks at every little sound or sideways glance makes it seem like more caffeine is the last thing he needs.
By the evening, as early as it feels safe, he can be found occupying a seat at one of the many bars (except for Tauva, because his master was always against smoking), nursing whiskey after whiskey with his shoulders hunched down, like he's trying to make himself as small and unnoticeable as possible. Sometimes the fear and hopelessness overcome him, and he sniffles into his glass, hiding his face from view while he wipes at his stinging eyes. He will stay huddled up like this for hours, well past midnight, because he can't bring himself to go back to that room and sleep alone. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees all his worst fears coming true. But, he can't keep up this pattern forever. Sooner or later, his head thunks against the bar and he starts to lightly snore. Not exactly an ideal way to catch any rest, but he feels less guilty this way, like at least he fought for as long as he could not to get comfortable here.
3. You actually eat like this?
There are a lot of things that suck about being here. But the worst--the absolute worst--is that buffet. He's standing there frozen in place with a mixture of disgust and horror while he surveys the rows of homogenous lukewarm food offerings. No. He can't do it. He can't. Where are the kitchens? He'll make something himself!
"People actually like eating here?"
4. Wildcard me!
I am up for anything you want to throw at me. You can find me on plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
KansaiBanzai or discord at Cmdr.Crackers#5481 come and get it. FYI, since Max is an OC there is a ton of info about him on his journal. Feel free to ask if you want clarification on anything at all. :)
What: Introing Max to the game using the same exact prompts from the TDM because they are still good
When: Timey-whimey but let's say Dec 10-17-ish range (so like that first week here)
Where: All over, places mentioned in the prompts
Warnings: This character's backstory comes baked-in with some things that may be triggering: slavery/servitude, sexual abuse/mental abuse, biting/bloodplay (because vampires), unhealthy power dynamics I have an opt-out RIGHT HERE for anyone who would like to specify any topics they want me to avoid.
1. You know the drill (Dec 10th)
One shock leads to another, leads to another. It was bad enough waking up in an unfamiliar place alone. But then he was compelled to come to drill, and meet that lady with no face. How is that possible? How is any of this possible? He tried asking her but all the answers he got were vague and unsatisfying.
"Please," he pleads to the nearest person who walks by. For such a tall and athletic man, Max looks for all the world like a cowering lost puppy, complete with big watery brown eyes. "Have you seen Lord Osborne? Has anyone seen him? I have to get back to him."
2. Maybe I'm a different breed
It's been days now. He kept hoping maybe this was some terrible nightmare. But he's still here. It's the longest he's been without his master in seven years. In the back of his mind, he always wished and hoped a day might come when he could be free. Not like this. This isn't relief. This is terrifying in its abruptness. What can he do? Who can he trust?
He only knows one way to cope--sticking to his routine. 5:30 am he's in the gym, running, then lifting, then drilling martial art techniques, until sweat soaks the tank top and shorts he scavenged from Tommy Bahama. 8:00 am he goes to the pool to swim laps for another hour after that. Then he finishes with stretching and yoga poolside. After that, he grabs some coffee and gets himself cleaned up. He arrived here in a nice suit, it seems to get washed every day, somehow, so he goes on wearing it. (Just his luck he ended up with one of his least favorite ties, the gold paisley one. Why couldn't it have been the nice navy blue one?)
By 11:00 am he's washed, dressed, and ready to present himself. This brings him to the problem. Usually, now is when he would go upstairs and find his vampire master. He'd make himself a hearty brunch and then sit at the table discussing the affairs for the day, plan what chores need doing. But his master has not appeared and everything seems to clean itself. What is he supposed to do with all these unfilled hours?
Catch him between noon and 7:00 pm all over the ship, trying anything and everything to stay busy. He scours the bookshelves in the library for interesting titles. The Tommy Bahama has seemingly endless rows of clothing for him to look through...though not much to suit his style which shows in all the sour faces he makes at those gaudy patterns. He goes to the arcade to try and distract himself with games. The casino too. He's not bad at cards. Playing against vampires with hundreds of years of experience bluffing means he's pretty used to losing. He's a good sport about it. Max makes his way to Sand Dollars several times a day to feed his coffee addiction. Although, the way he jitters and spooks at every little sound or sideways glance makes it seem like more caffeine is the last thing he needs.
By the evening, as early as it feels safe, he can be found occupying a seat at one of the many bars (except for Tauva, because his master was always against smoking), nursing whiskey after whiskey with his shoulders hunched down, like he's trying to make himself as small and unnoticeable as possible. Sometimes the fear and hopelessness overcome him, and he sniffles into his glass, hiding his face from view while he wipes at his stinging eyes. He will stay huddled up like this for hours, well past midnight, because he can't bring himself to go back to that room and sleep alone. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees all his worst fears coming true. But, he can't keep up this pattern forever. Sooner or later, his head thunks against the bar and he starts to lightly snore. Not exactly an ideal way to catch any rest, but he feels less guilty this way, like at least he fought for as long as he could not to get comfortable here.
3. You actually eat like this?
There are a lot of things that suck about being here. But the worst--the absolute worst--is that buffet. He's standing there frozen in place with a mixture of disgust and horror while he surveys the rows of homogenous lukewarm food offerings. No. He can't do it. He can't. Where are the kitchens? He'll make something himself!
"People actually like eating here?"
4. Wildcard me!
I am up for anything you want to throw at me. You can find me on plurk at
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Here's another of the Serena Eterna's horrible teens, eying Max over a plate of curry and some cheese rolls. This guy is definitely new, and definitely human, but Natsuno's trying to figure out why he smells like death under all that cologne.
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Max glances aside to see that this is, oh no, another teen by the looks of it. That would explain why his taste in food is... suspect. Who eats curry and cheese rolls together?
"My name is Max Maximum. Who are you?"
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This is said in the most disaffected tone, like he's commenting on the never-changing weather. Max Maximum is... well, a dumb name, but he's not interested in making snide remarks (not yet, anyway).
"Yuuki. Any reason you smell like a dead body?"
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Max's entire body goes stiff as if he's just been put into rigor mortis by that question. "I... what?" How could Yuuki know? How? Unless... is he not just a teen?
"Why would you say something like that?"
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"Because you smell like a dead body," he says in a matter-of-fact tone. Max's reaction is rather telling - whatever's going on with him, it's not something innocent like being a mortician. "Or is it undead?"
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"Fine. Fine. It's not me. My employer is a vampire, okay? Lord Erik Osborne, of the Ozark Mountain clan." All technically true, although Max is covered in a lot more of his master's scent that you would expect for a guy who's just an employee.
"How are you able to smell that? Are you one, too?" He's usually better at telling who is and isn't undead but he's been way off his game since he got here.
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"I'm not undead." He is a vampire, but a bit unique, and takes advantage of the vagueness at any opportunity. "But I have a very keen nose."
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"I'll say you do. But, if you aren't undead, then what are you?" Please don't say werewolf. Please don't say werewolf.
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"Shiki." Not a werewolf! The werewolves are somewhere else right now. "And before you ask, it means I have sharpers senses and I regenerate."
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"Are shiki common in your world? Are you from, like, some other planet where you are all shiki?"
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"I'm from Earth. A version of it, anyway. Shiki aren't very common - so far I've been the only one on this bucket."
Which is another technically-true statement. There have been other vampires on board, but none like him, or even like the more common shiki. Turns out there's variety even among reanimated corpses.
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"So... are you born as one or... do you become one somehow?" All the vagueness is starting to make Max wonder if there's some hidden secret Yuuki just isn't saying. If so, why? "I'm trying to understand but you aren't giving me a lot to work with. I'm not scared of you if that's what you're worried about?" Should he be?
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This guy clearly isn't satisfied with the vagueness, but Natsuno already started it and he's committed. He spent a few months dodging Jade "former mad scientist" Curtiss' scrutiny, after all.
"What else do you need to 'work with'? I'm not obliged to tell my entire life story to someone I just met."
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"You're the one who brought it up. You tell a guy he smells like a corpse and expect him not to have questions about it?"
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He's gone full-on pouting now with his arms crossed over his chest, impressive while he's wearing a fitted suit jacket.
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"If you told people I'm an axe murderer, my friends would call bullshit." Flamethrower murderer, on the other hand... "anyway, I don't start rumors. Picking fights with people here is counterproductive."
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"Is that a Shiki thing too?"
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Blunt, tactless, really fucking rude - same thing.
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"But you wouldn't last very long where I'm from if you think that kind of behavior wouldn't be taken as fighting words." The vampires Max is used to dealing with are anything but blunt. Word games for days. Veiled threats and insults couched as polite conversation.
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"I met some vampires here, you know. I told both of them they smelled like death, and they didn't throw a fit over it." Aiden just laughed awkwardly and let it slide. Claudia smiled her nasty little smile, but both her and Natsuno were smart enough to agree there's no point in starting a fight. "The vampires you know must be touchy."
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"Wait. So there are vampires on this ship?" He's so preoccupied with that, he forgets to even clap back at that insult to his master.
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"There were vampires around here." Claudia, who enjoyed watching murders and needling people. Aiden, the friendly eternal frat boy. Diana Abel, who Clarke insisted was 'sweet.' "They all disappeared eventually."
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"Just my luck..."
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"Chances are they weren't like the vampires you know, anyway," he says with a shrug. "You must really like your boss." Natsuno doesn't need to add the you weirdo. His tone says it all.
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