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come_sailaway2023-01-16 02:19 pm
theweakhavepurpose) wrote in come_sailaway2023-01-16 02:19 pm
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Something beautiful happens in this world [Open]
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.
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.
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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."
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"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?"
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"To be accurate and hit what you're trying to, not very far, maybe twenty yards. But if you just wanna shoot it at anything about forty. If you wanna aim at the concept of nature itself, this'll do it." He grins big, "Wanna give it a go?"
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"Hell yeah I do. Who would pass up a chance to try a shovel launcher?" Someone without a death wish, presumably.
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"If you've ever shot anything like a rocket launcher you'll be prepped for the recoil, this thing was a RPG-7 before I modified it. Shouldn't be too bad for you." Since Crichton is a lot bigger than Pratt who looks a bit like a halloween scarecrow brought to life. "Just try not to shoot it off the edge of the ship, I don't have that many shovels."
He slots a shovel into the barrel and then holds the launcher out to Crichton, so he can get it up on his shoulder.
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"I'll aim at the wall. No need to ruin the fun by running out of ammo." He lines up his shot, carefully checking that no one is about to walk into his line of fire.
When he's confident it's safe, he calls out, "Fire in the hole!" as he pulls the trigger and lets that puppy fly, sending the shovel pinging into the siding. It's got one hell of a kick and even braced, the shot staggers him back.
"Hell yeah! That's what I'm talkin' about!"
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"Fuck yes! Nice one!" It's still a good shot even if they're literally shooting the broad side of a
barnship. "Shit's great right? I should see if I can make some more. Though I'd need all the shit for it. But if another ship ever shows up we can pelt them with shovels which is both effective and demoralizing."no subject
"Another ship? You think we'll get a high-seas pirate attack one of these days?" He shouldn't sound excited about the idea... and yet, he might be a little excited by the idea.
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Darcycries, and maybe some fireworks shoot off. It could almost bring a tear to his eye."It happened before, someone told me that the storm goddess lady had a ship." He's not even going to attempt her name anymore, he needs to write it phonetically on his arm or something. "She tried to attack the captain I guess. I wasn't here but something like that and she was gonna sink the boat. So if she ever gets a boat again, or someone else does, then we are fucking prepped and ready."
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He unfortunately only knows what Izzy deigned to tell him and he was on a need to know basis. "I've never talked to her, not super keen on someone who betrayed everyone to get to leave. She obviously couldn't even go home cuz she's back here. And if she had a boat sailing around here she must not have even gotten out of this bubble reality. So a lot of good it did her."
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"I thought it was a foregone conclusion that we can't go home. The fact that even though she was let off the boat she didn't make it back home seems to back that up. But if she didn't go home, where did she go?"
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"I'm not really sure? There was this island we went to and I think they picked her up there but I got so wasted Sharky had to carry me back to the ship so I didn't see it. It was a great time." He grins, the hangover: not so much.
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"Yeah. I remember that island. I got completely trashed. I don't even know how I made it back to the ship. Then, the next day I got to wake up to a hangover while Arthur was screaming about how he got dumped into the void on that shitty raft." So, that wasn't great.
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Pratt absolutely does not remember that Crichton was there, they might have been sitting right next to each other but everything that evening is a complete blur except for Ryan telling him about bug jail and him and Giles fucking in the woods. Hopefully far enough in that no one saw them....
"Oh shit, I forgot you're his roommate - damn that sucks. The raft was.. kinda a dumb idea but I guess people had to try to escape somehow. He took one for the team there."
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"He's not always the think-ahead type, but you gotta love his gumption."
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Some of those are probably more interesting than others. "Hey at least he's doing shit instead of talking about it. Maybe if he pokes enough holes in things eventually something will stick."
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"It had been fun getting him up to speed. Although, he brought home an old fashion record player and I have to say I dig it. Sometimes the old school is still cool."
Crichton snickers at the thought of Arthur poking enough holes to sink the entire ship. That seems a little more likely with his track record. Not that Crichton has any room to talk.
"He used to be a private investigator. That's his thing."
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"Between all the spies and detectives on this ship we should know everything about like every corner of the place. Though I guess we would if shit wasn't always changing and was in a normal reality and not... whatever this is." He gestures at the sky and their surroundings. "But at least we still got the little things. Like shovel launchers and beer."
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"Jesus... what is that like? Sharing a room with... that?" Crichton's tone of voice makes it crystal clear he has no love for John.
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"But he's I guess... uh... Quiet? I dunno. We've stopped trying to kill each other." Meaning that Pratt specifically has stopped trying to fight him. John was the adult in those little flare ups.
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"That's... good. I mean, I'm sorry it's weird. Makes me all the more grateful I got the assignment I did."
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"You lucked out on that. And you get to share a bed instead of someone on the couch."
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He just has to laugh about the weed thing. Steve Harrington really came through for a lot of them.
"Believe it or not, getting high helps Arthur and I work out a few kinks too. Guess I shouldn't be too surprised. I still have a small stash left if you ever need an emergency peace pipe meeting."
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"Nah I'm just the garlic bread delivery service. I know weed chills everyone out but it makes me paranoid as fuck no matter what strain it is. I either relieve every embarrassing bad idea I've ever had, or I start going in anxiety spirals about scenarios that will never happen. Last time I did an edible I was convinced I needed to get sandbags for my house in case of a tsunami." He grimaces. "I live in Montana. If a tsunami hits all the way across three states I think there's bigger problems than me needing sandbags."
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