come_sailaway | 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.

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[Theo thinks for a moment, fingers steepled in front of his nose.]

... Broom handles? Chair legs? Bannister railings? You think somethin' like those would work?

[He furrows his brow looking down the shaft of the launcher and thinking.]

Yeah, broom would work. I guess you're thinking something sharpened like a javelin right? I think that would work but without the heavy tip on it I'm not sure it would sail straight, or even really where you're pointing it. But I mean... worth a try. Not like I have anything better to do.

[He's already out here shooting shovels into walls, might as well try with something a little deadlier.]

Or it might just shatter on impact too, huh. I guess I'm just spitballin' here. Weaponry isn't really my thing. I'm a mage, usually I'm working against physics, not with it.

[He can agree to that last part though, and nods.]

Yeah, I... [A little shrug.] I've got not idea what I'm supposed to actually be doing on this boat. Why not wreck shit and see how far I can get?

Sure but if you're shooting javelins at people you're probably not trying to get them back right? Just need a shit ton of 'em I guess.

Might as well. We don't have a purpose here as far as I can tell. Not for ourselves anyway - I'm sure the Captain thinks we do being his free-range battery farm. But yeah, we gotta entertain ourselves so [Shrug.] Shovel launcher.

I'm sure all you magic types will be able to get together and do some shit about this place, and I can't really help with that? Not unless you need a blood sacrifice or something.

You'd be surprised at how far a blood sacrifice can take you. Blood's pretty valuable.

[He smirks a bit, but it fades fast.] You don't have to worry about it from me, though, I can't cast anymore. Long story I don't really wanna get in to. But even if I did, this place is so fake that I dunno if I'd manage much in the way of spells anyway. Well. Not without bloods sacrificed anyway.

[Is he joking?? Hard to tell with this kid.]

Well I got a shit ton of blood if you need some. Do I have to draw pentagrams on the ground with it or something?

[Pratt's knowledge of how magic works is so minimal that he'd definitely volunteer his blood up for rituals (and actually has done that already with Palamedes) without realizing that someone could use that against him.]

Yeah people were telling me they lost some of their uh.. powers? Spells? When they showed up here. Guess that's one good thing about being a normal guy, nothing different here.

Mm. Well. [Since he asked.] I'd just need to keep it in some containers, expend some energy to it so it doesn't go bad. Then use it as needed. No pentagrams from you at all.

I actually "lost" [Cue an air-quotes gesture] my casting before I got here. More like someone took it, and I ended up here before I could get it back. Though I seriously doubt it was ever going to get returned to me anyway. So. Now here I am, with a lifetime of wasted career research.

[Says a kid. Hard to pin an age on him with that pallid complexion and dark-circled eyes, but he couldn't possibly be older than 20.]

You can probably get it back somehow. Or relearn it. Ava can fly now and she didn't used to be able to. And Klaus.. got.. something. I don't remember. But it's not the actual power he had back home. So I dunno. Stuff happens man.

Maybe you could get a magic staff or whatever and use that. [Still thinking in Diablo terms.] I wonder where the Moon Master's went... Though you'd look.. kinda goofy with a sailor moon looking staff with a crescent on top. He did too but he was so fucking over the top he pulled it off. Straight up anime villain shit.

[The clues click into place.] Wait, you mean like-- those deliveries people get? They sometimes get intangible shit like that back?! [Is it possible? Could there actually be some hope in his eyes?]

I have no idea what a sailor moon or an anime villain is, but uh, I think I catch your drift. Problem is, at least where I come from, either you can cast magic or you can't. There are very few instances in history of anyone without that spark of magic being able to do anything at all. It gets all fucked up, fizzles out, backfires. [Now if Theo only knew that his mentor was one of those hapless folks who managed it. He'd lose his mind.]

Yeah. Ava somehow got the ability to float out of one. Actually someone else got levitation too, that seems to be popular. I keep getting actual stuff which is cool, most of it is from home, but man... I want to be able to turn into a wolf like hella people here can. Hell I'd even take turning into a cat at this point. Or one of those fat parrots that can't fly. Anything to not be a person for a bit. [Wait.] Well to not be a person and still be me.

Oh. Bummer for people like me. But you already could, so you just gotta get your groove back. You could ask Friday to look out for you, she's the one who collects the packages and then gives them to whoever. Get on her good side and if anything neat and magical shows up maybe she'll give it to you.

I dunno if it's just a-- "groove". [The more they talk about this, the faster his previous enthusiasm deflates.] I-I dunno if it was... locked, or removed entirely, I don't know how they did it. So I guess I'll keep checking the mail to see what shows up for me. I'll take just about whatever they'd give me.

Who's "they"? Is this a back home thing? Maybe you just gotta kill them.

[ Hard problems, easy solutions. ]

[He looks away, looking angry, but not at Pratt.]

I-- I don't wanna get into it. Trust me, I would have if I could've.

[Don't trust him. He's lying. This kid is all murdered out.]

Besides, they're long gone, I'm long gone. I'm never seeing 'em again. So unless a magical package shows up for me here, I'm pretty fucked.

That blows. I mean.. I don't really get it cuz I didn't have some like.. part of me that got nerfed when I got here. So I dunno how that feels but probably like shit so.. .sorry man.

If not that maybe you'll get something fun. It's not all bad here. [You know, like a shovel launcher.]

Yeah... been trying to occupy myself with anything, honestly. That's what I've been trying, anyway. [He gives the notebook he's holding a tap with a finger.] Been writing. And drawing. It's... something, I guess. It'll have to keep me occupied until my own shovel launcher shows up in the mail.

Well I'm rooting for you buddy. If you do get something to shoot lemme know, we can do some target practice together. [There is no better bonding experience than two dudes blowing up a small piece of their living environment.]

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