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[theweakhavepurpose]

Who: Deputy Pratt and YOU!
What: Cake decorating, showing off his artistic prowess, shovel knight time
When: Later half of January
Where:Sand Dollars, the Library, Upper Deck
Warnings: None! (Well that's rare for him)


1. Sand Dollars
Pratt has completed his scientific research (having Sharky eat various cupcakes while naked) and has taken actual notes which are in the little notepad next to him while he sits at a table in Sand Dollars. He has one of the plastic trays from the buffet and has assembled a circle of cupcakes onto it to resemble a cake and is using a plastic butter knife to spread the frosting around so it looks like it's all one piece.

The wrappers from all of them are on the table nearby, along with some colorful other cupcakes that he's going to scoop the frosting off of in order to write out a message on this cake.

Yes, he is making the Captain a "Congrats on the Sex" cake. Sure it's been a few weeks but his memory is trash okay. He's trying.

2. The Library
Well, the binder is gone, which sucks because Pratt has already forgotten 80% of the contents. He assumes one of those people obsessed with blowing the place up stole it. So he will add his contribution to its recovery.

In its place is a Serena Eterna spiral notebook with a ship on the front, the ship is crossed out and instead there's a reproduction of Ryan's original cat drawing of Guatauva, but every page afterwards also has a cat drawing. He has faithfully recreated every cat internet meme he can think of. There's space above and below to make them into ship-centric memes. So have at.

His drawings look like this because I'm not going to draw 30 cat memes.

3. Deck
Pratt picked up the best package from home he's ever gotten. It was huge heavy and when he unwrapped it he squealed like a school girl because he's so damn excited. Friday is his favorite person for the next few hours because he has his shovel launcher now. Which is exactly what it sounds like, it is a rocket launcher, that shoots shovels.

He has a pile of shovels next to him, as he stands on the deck, aiming at the hull of the ship and then KUHTHUWNK the thing embeds itself into the metal siding and Pratt straight up cackles. Oh this is fantastic.

On the other side of him is his Christmas present he never opened which is 99 cans of Pabst in an absurdly long box and he's about to have the best day. Drink some beer, launch some shovels, spend way too long prying shovels out of the ship to do it again.

Montana's finest, right here.

4. Wildcard
Hit me with anything. He's always in the buffet or arcade or around the deck doing random patrols.

Comments

Library!

[konpeito_aji]

[Nobunaga is always curious to see whatever weird books take the place of the binder of doom and existential dread, because you never know when you need to deal with people blowing themselves up or whatever. But this...]

Samurai, what the hell am I looking at?

[He has no idea Pratt drew it, Pratt is just his go-to for modern food, and memes, and things.] Is this Pokemon? And while I remember, what is Mario Mario?

[theweakhavepurpose]

Mario Mario is his name, not to be confused with his brother Luigi Mario. Why?

[Like that's even the top 50 weird things he's been asked.]

Cat memes! Here check it out:

[He grabs a marker from the podium and does a few quick edits...]

[konpeito_aji]

I see. Are they inventors? Or explorers? What are they famous for?

[Nobunaga... kind of gets it.]

[Maybe?!] Needs more knives.

Got any more?

[sanctus_dei]

[Theo is heading up to the deck today as a change of pace from the library, notebook and pencils in hand. It's pretty obvious that the pasty Irish kid isn't much for soaking in the sun, but he's looking for a change for scenery. He was not expecting the sudden, inexplicable loud noise followed by laughter. Peeking his head around the corner, he finds Pratt with his launcher, beer, and several shovels embedded into the siding.

...

What.

He doesn't come quiet all the way around the corner before talking to Pratt. Just in case.]

Hey. Uh. What the fuck is even happening?

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Pratt does a pretty good job holding himself together most of the time, but his laughter is definitely a little unhinged. He sets the launcher down on its end to grab himself a beer.]

Some quality shovel time, that's what. Oh! Hey! [Guy who's name he definitely does not remember. He squints at him, and then shrugs.] You're 21 somewhere, want one?

[Holding up a beer. Nothing like room temp Pabst buddy.]

[sanctus_dei]

Probably. Technically I'm 19, but I'm also dead, so it's all moot I guess.

[He looks at that beer for what feels like a century. After taking a shaky breath, he shakes his head no.]

I'm good. I was more wonderin' what the hell that noise was. And I still don't think I know.

[Shovel-based weaponry does not compute.]

3

[astrogator]

[Arilanna Tayrey is a very serious young woman. She's treating this ship like hostile territory, and that means not letting her guard down, not letting anyone too close, staying constantly on the lookout for potential threats, and focusing on finding a way to escape. It might be prudent, but it doesn't leave much room for fun.

All this is temporarily set aside as she watches a shovel being launched directly at the ship's hull. Ari grins, and practically runs over to Pratt.]

Did you make that? That's amazing! How did you even come up with the idea?! [So much enthusiasm.] Can you do it again?

[theweakhavepurpose]

[He sets it down on its end to grab a beer, grinning at her.]

Miracle of modern engineering. I wanna take credit for it, but it's not my idea. It was Eli's I just made this one back home and now it's here. Didn't even have to kill any judges or talk to Jess for it. [Because talking to Jess usually ends up with him getting punched, and he's kinda done with that right now.]

It's a grenade launcher that I added some parts to, [100 cans of ethanol, 125 rolls of duct tape, 129 springs and 6 pieces of carbon fiber] and then modified the barrel to take shovels instead of grenades. Not super effective but damn is it fun.

[astrogator]

[Ari can't help but laugh, because yes, it does look like good harmless fun.] Well, I think it's very clever, although you'd probably become a menace if you tried to use it anywhere but on this strange self-repairing boat.

[Not as much of a menace as he'd be if he were using grenades, to be fair. She's about to say more on the subject, but then her attention is drawn to that ridiculously long box of beer cans.]

Did you get that from one of the bars here? Because if you did, I have to go and get mine. [Not that she'd have much chance of carrying it on her own.]

3

[myagic]

[It's the noise that draws Rita over, but when she finally lays eyes on the scene...she only has more questions.]

...What kind of idiocy are you getting up to?

[theweakhavepurpose]

[ Pratt lowers the shovel launcher. Looks at it, looks at the wall with a few shovels stuck in it, over at Rita, back at the shovel launcher. ]

UHhhhh.. Shooting shovels?

[myagic]

Right, my fault for asking...

[She buries her face in her palm, shakes her head, then looks up at him again with so much judgement.]

And...why?

3

[tossmealifeline]

[ Yato hasn't had the power of meeting Pratt, not yet, but he's been looking for him since Erin asked him to find a successor for her armor. The impression he gets from watching him shoot shovels at the hull is one of confusion. ]

That can't be terribly effective...

[ Yes, that's the problem here. ]

Re: 3

[theweakhavepurpose]

Naaaah. It sucks if you wanna hit something precisely, though you could take the whole head off a deer if you really wanted to. It's just for fun. Like setting off a mortar.

[Also something he's just done for fun.]

[tossmealifeline]

I've seen a lot of weapons, but I've never seen one like that.

[ Congratulations Pratt, it's incredibly hard to surprise him in that area, he's been around for over a thousand years. ]

3. OBVIOUSLY the shovel launcher prompt

[broshaw]

Holy shit!!!!

[he hadn't expected to ever seen something as beautiful as a shovel launcher again. Hope County engineering at it's best! Sharky is immediately up on Pratt like white on rice, followed immediately by,] Is that a limited edition holiday family pack of Pabst?!!

[somehow, despite being able to order it here, the sight of the huge ass (somehow familiar) carton is making his mouth water for some arguably mediocre-but-not-awful beer.)

[theweakhavepurpose]

RIGHT?!??!?!

[Yelling both out of excitement and lack of ear protection while firing this thing off. ]

This sucker is mine too, finally get something of my own and not Jacob's shit. [He pats the side of it, where you can tell it's his because there's some nerdy Halo stickers on this thing.] The beer showed up in December but I kinda forgot about it with the whole resort thing, then I came back home and it's leaned against the wall in my room but there was no real good occassion.. until now buddy.

[He nudges Sharky over towards it, because not only is it meh beer, it's also room temp cuz he can't fit this thing in the fridge. They are living it up here.]

[broshaw]

[it's so much like home that Sharky would shed a tear, if he weren't so busy yanking a lukewarm one out of the box.]

Well, don't mi~ind if I do! [and although he's been stuck here for months, drinking fancy cold beer in tall glasses, muscle memory has him drinking Pabst the same way he's been drinking it since he was 16 years old. it's the perfect shotgun, TBH. really something any Boshaw would be proud of.]

Aaaaah, fuck yes, dude, just like I remembered it. Room temp and everything!

Deck

[ss_buttcrack]

Shovel launcher and beer? Sign him the hell up!

"Hot damn!" he exclaims as a shovel embeds itself in the siding right before his very eyes. "The hell kind of gun is that?"

[theweakhavepurpose]

Finally someone other than Sharky who thinks this is as awesome as it actually is.

He pats the side of the launcher before putting it down on its end, "Shovel launcher. Modified an RPG-7 when I was in the Whitetail's bunker going stir crazy, and then it showed up here! Which fucking rocks cuz I didn't get to play with it that much before the Collapse."

He nudges that ridiculous carton of beer with his foot, "Help yourself man I can't drink it all."

[ss_buttcrack]

Who doesn't think this is awesome?!

"I'm impressed you managed to pull that off without blowing your own face off." Pratt might be a better engineer than he thought.

"Thanks. Don't mind if I do." He reaches and takes a beer, cracking it open and sighing at that familiar sound. Damn, beer cans were something to miss.

"So, what's the range on that bad boy?"

Sand Dollars

[maximumcake]

Where there is dessert, there is Max. He follows it like a sixth sense. And when he sees what one of his favorite people, Pratt is up to, he makes a beeline right over.

"Hey. Not too bad. Who are we making a cake for?"

[theweakhavepurpose]

He grins up at Max, hoping he's from Earth and maybe gets the reference. Though to Pratt its funny either way.

"The Captain. It was a joke back at the resort cuz you know how it was silent every evening? Probably cuz that skeleton makes xylophone noises when they fuck. So I'm making a 'Congrats on the Sex' cake for the Captain." A pause and then a soft curse, "Damn, should have said when they bone."

Cursed to understand puns and never be able to make them himself. At least that's better than Rook who didn't get them in the first place.

library tho shovel launcher calls to be so bad...

[skaikru]

( she enters the library, passes his table, and —

...wants to ask, but also doesn't want to know? yanno how it goes, when you're in a funk but are struck with a weird tableau of humanity doing its best work, with a limited number of emotional spoons with which to bury in other peoples business?

pratt just lucks (or unlucks) out by not just being anybody. and a lot like the morning after halloween, it's so much easier for clarke to focus in on someone else's issues. at least doodling in a notebook isn't promising atrocities, and after staring at some book titles without really seeing them, she gives up and drifts across the room to look over his shoulder. huh, second person she's come across doodling kitties in a limited amount of time, weird odds. )

I didn't know you could draw.

[theweakhavepurpose]

I can't but... I'm suffering here for the team.

["The Team" being the entirety of the ship. Pratt over here slaving away to bring the memes to the people.]

You uh, have memes in space? Like funny pictures you send each other in response to shit?