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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

[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?

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Judge him as much as you want Rita, he is having a great time.]

Cuz it's fucking fun, that's why.

Okay it kinda sucks yanking them out of the hull but, [He shrugs.] totally worth it. Missed this thing.

[myagic]

Wha...you've done this before?!

[Somehow that makes it even more stupid, okay!!]

[theweakhavepurpose]

[ He stares at her. ]

Yeah, it's my shovel launcher from home. I made it. Didn't get to use it too much before I died and now it's here. Making up for lost time now!

And no I didn't die in a horrible shovel launcher accident. Before you ask.

[ He died in a car crash outrunning a nuclear bomb like a normal person. ]

Wanna give it a whirl?

[myagic]

Hey, why're you looking me like I'm the weirdo here?

[She's definitely assuming that he died in some other idiotic stunt, even if it didn't involve a shovel launcher.]

...You're asking if I want to launch a shovel. [Said as scathingly and judgemental as possible.]

[theweakhavepurpose]

[ Just a grin and wordlessly holding out the launcher that's probably as big as she is.

Silent peer pressure hangs in the air.]

[myagic]

[She pointedly looks at it, still glaring, then back to him.]

Uh-uh. No way.

[theweakhavepurpose]

Suit yourself.

[If she doesn't wanna have fun, that's on her. Pratt takes the launcher, loads up a shovel and turns something to lock it into place, he puts the thing on his shoulder, takes aim and THWUNK. Another shovel into the hull.]

Hell yes! Perfect shot.

[When you're aiming for the entire wall, every shot is a bullseye.]

[myagic]

[Oh, and Rita is absolutely enough off a buzzkill to point that out.]

Idiot! Of course it's a perfect shot--anybody could hit that! Why don't you celebrate after hitting a real target?

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Pratt sets it down to grab another shovel. And then grins. The bad grin, the unhinged one where he's clearly about to say some insane shit.]

A real target huh?

Aight. How quick do you run?

[myagic]

[She doesn't believe he's serious, but her scowl still deepens. He's totally messing with her...]

Hey, you know that's not what I meant! Don't be stupid! I'm talking about something small.

[Which she is obviously not, right?]

[theweakhavepurpose]

[He can hear Sharky now "I left you alone for two days and you put a shovel through a teenager???" Fiiiine fictional shoulder-conscience Sharky, he'll be good.]

Yeah yeah. Name something. Let's see if I can hit it, and something on the boat, I don't wanna lose a shovel over the side.

[He is up to the challenge!]

[myagic]

Right, right, can't lose your precious shovels.

[She sighs but glances around, then points to a specific pool chair...before proceeding to egg him on.]

Okay, mister big shot: try hitting the towel on the back of that chair. Come on, let's see it!

[theweakhavepurpose]

You have a source for more shovels? Cuz I sure don't...

[ He eyes that pool chair for a second, then shrugs. Good enough. He loads the launcher up, takes aim... and absolutely annihilates that pool chair. The strapping explodes off, pieces go flying, the towel and shovel end up in the pool itself, probably with a chunk of plaster missing wherethe shovel hit.]

Told ya.

[myagic]

[No comment, because no, she doesn't have a shovel source either.

More importantly, she raises an eyebrow and purses her lips as the chair practically bursts into fragments.]

No way--you just got lucky, that's all! There's no way you'd make that shot again.

[theweakhavepurpose]

You know, this is starting to sound like you just wanna watch me shovel things.

[He holds the launcher out to her again.]

Sure you don't wanna give it a go? You can probably take out a chair or two.

[myagic]

Of--of course not! Don't be stupid!

[Nevermind that she does eye it for just a moment longer than strictly necessary, but she's only waving him off because she's clearly uninterested--not at all anything to do with the weight and probable recoil. Totally.]

I'm just making sure you aren't going to accidentally take someone's head off!

So let's see you put it to a real test--aim for that empty glass!

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Denying Pratt the chance to see Rita go flying one way and a shovel the other. Today is truly a sad day for everyone.]

Okay you realize this is a shovel right? I can't just hit a glass with it, it's like... four times bigger than that.

[He glances over at the glass, then back at her, pulling the bright red pistol from his utility belt and shooting it without even looking. The glass fractures into pieces and litters the ground around the pool. Hopefully that's cleaned up before anyone shows up barefoot to go swimming.]

Pick something a little bigger and you're on.

[myagic]

[Alas, he misses out...for today.

She's almost ready with a retort when he fires his pistol instead--she doesn't question the colour, consider how gaudy some weapons in her world can be--and after a moment, she turns to him, finally ready to provide a bit of grudging praise.]

Hmph... Fine, I suppose you're actually a decent shot. But the shovels are awfully impractical, if you ask me.

[And she's definitely not fishing that last one out of the pool for him. He'd better hope the ghosts go diving.]

[theweakhavepurpose]

[ He tucks it back into his belt resisting the urge to do a little Gunsmoke twirl. He can pretend to be a responsible adult. A responsible adult thathas a shovel launcher.]

They're supposed to be impractical! That's what makes it fun. Also it's a shovel, what's not funny about decimating some shit with a shovel. It's hilarious.

Come on. Lighten up a bit. I won't tell anyone.

[myagic]

[She huffs--look, she gets where he was coming from back at the pirate pool party about lightening up, but now?]

It's just hitting something at high velocity. What's supposed to be funny about that? There isn't even anything impressive about it.

This is why magic is so much better. It's way more elegant!

[theweakhavepurpose]

It's.. Hard to explain. It's just fun. It makes a cool noise, things get obliterated, it's real satisfying. I dunno.

Fine, why don't you magic up a shovel and take out a pool chair then? Make this a shooting range right here right now. Up to the challenge?

[He will not go easy on her cuz she's a teenager either. He likes to win too much.]

[myagic]

Ohh, you're so-- [Hush she's totally not competitive, too. Unfortunately-] I can't just summon something at the drop of a hat, you know! It takes drafting up the right equations, and--besides, I just...can't right now!

[Dammit...she seriously needs to get her blastia working again and/or figure out some sigils.]

[theweakhavepurpose]

Almost like having a physical shovel right here, that I can shoot at things, is way easier than magicking stuff huh? I'll have five shovels in something by the time you finish writing up some Pythagorean shit.

[He's pretty sure that's the triangle guy. He didn't pay a lot of attention in high school.]

[myagic]

Shut up. Things that easy are boring. Besides, it's not like you could normally just summon up a launcher like that, either!

[She huffs and waves a dismissive hand.]

Anyway, don't go thinking you'll beat me in a real competition! [i.e. when she does have some working magic again, though it won't necessarily include magic shovels.]