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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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Pratt finishes up smoothing the frosting around, and starts organizing the remaining cupcakes by colors so they have easy access to all the stuff they might need. The cake seems to be about the right size for four simple words, this is gonna be great.
"Fuck and yes. Is this how cake frosting works? It goes in a bag? I dunno why I assumed they wrote stuff real carefully with like... knives and shit."
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"A knife? You'd have to be pretty damn good to write cursive with a knife, dude." He's laughing but in what he hopes is a good-natured way.
"Nah, here. Let me show you." He scoops a bunch of the red frosting up with a knife and globs it into his pilfered bag. He squeezes it down until it's all in one corner, then cuts the corner off.
"Okay, what do you want it to say? Be very specific."
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He squints at the bag, kind of not getting how this works because his single brain cell is a little overloaded right now. "Okay, so 'Congrats on the Sex'. Easy. Simple. He can't misconstrue it but also knows it's a joke. Or we find out he has no sense of humor and turns me into powder. But like... aside from them probably both being evil, kinda cute that the Captain and the Skeleton found each other."
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"Okay, that's easy-peasy. I uh... for the record? I hope he does have a sense of humor because I like you and I don't want to see you turned to dust." So anyway, here he goes writing it. He squeezes the bag and scrawls out that message in elegant looping cursive, complete with some flourishes beneath.
"You don't really think they are both evil, though, right?"
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"Well at least I'll come back. So there's that." He says with the confidence of a mediocre white man who has never considered that there might be consequences to his actions. Like the Captain permanently killing him.
"I dunno, I haven't talked to either one of them long enough, they both seem fine but ones a skeleton who casts magic and the other kidnapped us all here to eventually die and fuel his weird cruise liner. So like... there's some screws loose even if they're not stroking their respective goatees."
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"I guess so..." He hopes Pratt would come back. But if it's the Captain doing it? Can they be sure?
"Mmm. You make a good point. Is it stupid if the kidnapping thing almost feels like a gift, sometimes?"
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"No? I think it's awesome here. I'm fucking dead back home this is so much better than that. Plus food, a room with a locking door, it's great here. For the most part anyway. Man I shouldn't say anything, last time I said the Captain was okay the whole murder resort thing happened like he's personally trying to make me look like a liar."
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"I'm pretty sure that's all just a coincidence though. Me? I don't know where I stand yet. The Captain scares me. I want to like him and I want him to like me but I don't know if I'm brave enough to just try and talk to him, you know?"
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"I guess.. if there's something you want you could try asking him? Something he'll actually do not just: I wanna go home. Because that's not gonna work. If you wanted.. I don't know an oven to bake bread or something. I don't see why he can't just magic one up for you." Pratt's pretty sure that's how magic works.
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"But looks can be deceiving, you know? My master is an entire foot shorter than I am but he can still pick me up and hold me over his head with one hand."
Still... the idea of getting an oven to bake in is so enticing. Could he just ask for that?
"Hmm. It might be worth asking, I guess. Or, I could always try and trade for it."
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Then he shakes himself back into the here and now. "You could try and trade, but honestly just ask for one first. Cuz he might make you do something weird. He does stuff he thinks is funny so... who knows what that might be."
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"But if he likes funny things, maybe it would help if I found a way to make him laugh. Or, I don't know, played a game with him? He seems like he likes those. It feels weird to just go ask for something without having a way to say thank you to him."
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"You good at any games? Because I'm pretty sure I challenged him to one v one me on Rust but don't think we have any consoles here..." He actually yelled that at the empty air but he just remembers saying it towards the Captain. "Maybe use the oven as a prize if you win? And if he wins you'll do something else."
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"Yeah. I'm pretty good at poker now. You have no idea how hard that is to play against someone who can hear your literal pulse change. I can bluff like a champ. Do you think he knows poker? Or... would it be tasteless as hell to suggest Battleship?"
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"Oh it's gotta be Battleship. Fuck yes dude. Challenge him to Battleship!"
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"I saw a bunch of games in one of the stores around here, I think. I'll have to check and see if Battleship is one of them. Everyone deserves someone to play with every once in a while, you know?"
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"Totally, lemme know when you challenge him. I'll send good vibes into the air for you to win."
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"I'll let you know for sure. Especially if I end up needing a second or something."
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They just cannot get through a single conversation without getting all horned up. "Aight. Keep me posted. On the game, and the yoga."
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"It does, actually. Having high muscle mass can actually restrict how flexible you are if you aren't careful to balance it with stretching." For once, Max went with a not-horny reply.
"But yeah, I'll text you. Did you give me your room number yet?"
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He deff gives him finger guns before they part ways.