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come_sailaway2022-05-18 12:35 am
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Entry tags:
- !event,
- arcane: jinx,
- arknights: gummy,
- arknights: mizuki,
- geist the sin-eaters: darcy lejeune,
- interview with the vampire: claudia,
- lavender jack: johnny summer,
- mcu: ava starr,
- mcu: wanda maximoff,
- murderbot diaries: murderbot,
- overwatch: maximilien,
- prodigal son: malcolm bright,
- sherlock holmes: john watson,
- skulduggery pleasant: skulduggery,
- sleepless domain: undine wells,
- tales of the abyss: jade curtiss,
- tales of vesperia: rita mordio,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the hunger games: effie trinket
pleased to meet you
CW: murder
[it is the morning of the 17th when the usual morning announcement is replaced with the sort of tentative, nervous tone that Friday takes on immediately before something insane happens.]
Good morning, passengers! It's, um... Well, I sure hope everyone had an interesting time on their shore excursion! The Captain sure did! In fact, he had such a good time, he's asked me to inform you all that, tonight, he's going to be hosting his usual captain's formal in the main dining room, but with a twist! This time, it's going to be a, um... victory party! For Natsuno! Because he won! [small laugh] And also to celebrate the opening of a new shop on the Promenade! Gosh, and that really is something to celebrate; I haven't seen that happen since he--
[LOUD STATIC NOISES]
-- Yes, well! The dress code will be cruise formal; everyone can find a new set of clothes in their cabin to celebrate the occasion! I-- Oh, right, we'll see you all tonight! 8PM sharp!
[the connection cuts off. today, for the first time that anyone can remember, Friday can't be found in the atrium. or any other room. smoke 'em if you got 'em.
at 8PM sharp, the door to the dining room swings open. it is mostly empty: the only tables left are a dozen or so under the main chandelier. there are name cards at each table setting, written in Friday's neat script; the seatings seem mostly random, except for everyone who was on the island, who will find themselves at a table with their killer and/or victim(s). except Natsuno, of course, whose name is displayed proudly at the head table, next to an unnamed place. once they are inside, all of them find themselves under the same sort of compulsion that they felt during the muster drill, and their legs will stop working until they have gone to their assigned seats.
Friday enters the room first, dressed up nicely, but with hunched shoulders and her hands clasped firmly in front of her. the door shuts behind her. she says nothing, and acknowledges no one, not even Natsuno, as she takes her spot behind the chair.
a few fashionable minutes pass. it starts as smoke pouring out from under the door, moving towards the table as it slowly solidifies into the form of... a rather normal-looking man. he sits, cross-legged, in the chair that Friday pulls out for him. he looks over the assembled crowd, visibly considering something... there is a flash of silver in the light, and the knife he'd had in his sleeve is across Friday's throat quicker than she can react, and she falls bonelessly to the ground, a spray of arterial blood across the table setting.]
There, perfect.
[he looks out at them again. and he smiles. the knife is placed back in his sleeve, and he holds his hands out, palms up.]
Well. Here's your chance. [he waves a hand lazily, and the compulsion keeping them seated fades like pins and needles.] Try not to embarrass yourselves.
[it is the morning of the 17th when the usual morning announcement is replaced with the sort of tentative, nervous tone that Friday takes on immediately before something insane happens.]
Good morning, passengers! It's, um... Well, I sure hope everyone had an interesting time on their shore excursion! The Captain sure did! In fact, he had such a good time, he's asked me to inform you all that, tonight, he's going to be hosting his usual captain's formal in the main dining room, but with a twist! This time, it's going to be a, um... victory party! For Natsuno! Because he won! [small laugh] And also to celebrate the opening of a new shop on the Promenade! Gosh, and that really is something to celebrate; I haven't seen that happen since he--
[LOUD STATIC NOISES]
-- Yes, well! The dress code will be cruise formal; everyone can find a new set of clothes in their cabin to celebrate the occasion! I-- Oh, right, we'll see you all tonight! 8PM sharp!
[the connection cuts off. today, for the first time that anyone can remember, Friday can't be found in the atrium. or any other room. smoke 'em if you got 'em.
at 8PM sharp, the door to the dining room swings open. it is mostly empty: the only tables left are a dozen or so under the main chandelier. there are name cards at each table setting, written in Friday's neat script; the seatings seem mostly random, except for everyone who was on the island, who will find themselves at a table with their killer and/or victim(s). except Natsuno, of course, whose name is displayed proudly at the head table, next to an unnamed place. once they are inside, all of them find themselves under the same sort of compulsion that they felt during the muster drill, and their legs will stop working until they have gone to their assigned seats.
Friday enters the room first, dressed up nicely, but with hunched shoulders and her hands clasped firmly in front of her. the door shuts behind her. she says nothing, and acknowledges no one, not even Natsuno, as she takes her spot behind the chair.
a few fashionable minutes pass. it starts as smoke pouring out from under the door, moving towards the table as it slowly solidifies into the form of... a rather normal-looking man. he sits, cross-legged, in the chair that Friday pulls out for him. he looks over the assembled crowd, visibly considering something... there is a flash of silver in the light, and the knife he'd had in his sleeve is across Friday's throat quicker than she can react, and she falls bonelessly to the ground, a spray of arterial blood across the table setting.]
There, perfect.
[he looks out at them again. and he smiles. the knife is placed back in his sleeve, and he holds his hands out, palms up.]
Well. Here's your chance. [he waves a hand lazily, and the compulsion keeping them seated fades like pins and needles.] Try not to embarrass yourselves.
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silently, clarke doesn't think this perpetual existence onboard an endlessly meandering cruise ship is likely without the captain at the helm. but on the off chance it is, why not prepare? why not seek to further cement their friendship by offering natsuno something she hates but is more than capable of... )
...If we kill the Captain, there's no one left to put us back together after we die. The reanimation stops. And then if you want to tell me how to stop you from coming back — ( like he'd offered a month ago, after her reckless first death and the subsequent horrible words she'd thrown at him after learning his true nature.) — ...I'd do that for you.
( natsuno had held her while she bled out and died, and tried to offer her an out. how do i... make it easier? that'd been unspoken but understood. i don't want you to hurt. that'd been such a kindness to hear in her worst moment, and clarke hopes this offer hits the same notes.
and that she never has to follow through on it. )
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I wish you wouldn't have to.
[That's the knee-jerk reaction. Natsuno doesn't think it's a likely scenario either, and he doesn't want to cause her pain... but the willingness, even in theory, means the world to him. That's all he wanted - for people to accept his choices even if they didn't agree or understand him, to know they would listen instead of trying to force their own expectations on him.
Clarke really is his best friend, now.]
...thank you.
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Well, obviously I wish I won't have to either.
( that's my best friend, he's important to me, i need you. )
And we have a lot of work to do before we even have to think about it, right? So — I mean, do you still want to be done?
( a vague jerk of her chin back at the arcade glowing and gently chiming over his shoulder. it's inviting, but the levity of the evening has flatlined. her lip is still stinging, the laceration black, open and unscabbed. )
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I think I'm done for tonight.
[True, there's work to be done before he ever needs to think about Clarke's promise. But Natsuno is having emotions and needs to go somewhere to deal with them. There's no bring back the lighthearted mood tonight.]
Another time?
[It's a promise as much as it's a suggestion. She's his friend, and that includes hanging out as well as murderboarding.]
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( an agreement and a promise, sealed with a nod before clarke finally takes a step back — no longer taking up natsuno's personal space to keep him from fleeing. there's more than enough room to either brush past her, or fall into step at her side to trek back to the cabins. it's gotten late. )
I'm going to turn in, I think.