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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

[theweakhavepurpose]

Ah, [He looks down at his still missing finger.] Yeah that tracks.

Also, my necromancer? [Cheesy grin incoming!] Dude, that's adorable.

[skaikru]

( shit. shitfuck. fuckshit. not the first time she's referred to pal that way, but arguably the first time she's been so spectacularly called out on it. ignore the ugly haze of grey purple staining upward from the collar of her shirt.

grumble grumble ) Shut up.

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Pratt's shit eating grin gets even bigger. The grin that made everyone back home want to punch all his teeth in. It's a miracle he still has them.]

Awww. No it's fine. I won't say nothing. To anyone else anyway. He can be your necromancer, that's cute.

[skaikru]

( the want to punch vibes are there! but colored as the reflexive, defensive jabs one might throw when scared. and are ultimately replaced with a shoulder smack. ) Shut. ( aaaaand another shoulder smack. ) up.

It's not — ( like that? the way the horrified dusky blush colors her ears now belays that defense, yet still clarke scrambles. )

I have titles like that for all my people. Friends. People.

[theweakhavepurpose]

[He takes the hits and does shut up, he even manages to grin normally and not like a cocky asshole. That purply blush is a little weird but also pretty cute considering what it means.]

All of 'em huh? Name another.

[skaikru]

( staci pratt, stop calling her out like that this instant!

cue the deeply internalized screaming, but she'd laid out the premise of this challenge and now must rise to the occasion. )

Rita Mordio's my mage. Natsuno's my best friend. You're my ice cream sandwich guy. And Sharky's just my favorite.

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Oh he senses that internal screaming. He can just tell. But, he will let her off the hook. for now]

Fuck yeah, being the ice cream sandwich guy is way better than what other people have called me. I'll take it.

And okay, fine, have your nicknames.

[skaikru]

( she's prepared to keep going! "jade's my go-to stab wound guy, mizuki was my guard dog, venti was my god, darcy is my own personal headache" but. it's for the best that pratt unhooks this conversational fish. clarke huffs, as if to say yeah i do have my nicknames! and if she could reach inside her skin and rip out all the offending blushing blood cells she would, but ultimately has to just settle for taking a breath. )

So. About that cat...

[theweakhavepurpose]

Oh right. Guatauva. Tried to fucking kill Izzy cuz it's a spectral ghost thing so my guess is it needed life force to manifest and be real again. But then I pulled Izzy away and the cat disappeared.

Maybe we gotta feed it. But it didn't seem like it was really... like it noticed we were there other than trying to attack us. And now it's gone. But I could probably get it back.

Why? There's way better cats on the ship than that thing.

[skaikru]

( better cats?? ) You mean like the big one that eats people in the clothing shop?

( clarke very unamused with siffleur's antics, despite having very willingly walking into — and victoriously walked out of — the proverbial lions den not that long ago. )

Or Aiden? ( who, admittedly, made for an adorable cat and let her scratch his face even after she'd thrown him in the brig. )

I'd reckon they know as much about the ship as any of us. A ghost cat, this Guatauva — ( and internally, bc i don't think anyone's actually ever full out told her the connection here, clarke goes: guatauva... gua...tauva... gua-TAUVA??? but keeps cool on the outside. ) ... could be helpful.

( ... )

How would you get it to come back?

[theweakhavepurpose]

Yeah him for starters. A cougar is pretty fucking rad, gotta admit that. [Also he is all about that hunting and being hunted life.] Aiden. The little black and white one that's around the cabins sometimes. There's an orange one that hides in the library too.

[He arches an eyebrow.] Helpful? I guess if you wanna get someone killed by a cat... It's not like we could talk to him since... cat. Or at least he didn't talk to us when we asked him shit. But if you wanna try... Izzy asked for him and he showed up, like on command.

[skaikru]

( ...

it can't really fucking be — ) That simple?

[theweakhavepurpose]

Yup.

Everyone is overcomplicating everything, simplest solution and all that. That's why I kinda thought going up to the Captain and straight up asking him to let people go home if they wanted to had a chance of working. And honestly... if it was possible I think it might of. He didn't seem to care one way or the other.

[skaikru]

...huh.

( bookmark this as an impactful moment for one clarke griffin; one that might even inspire her to stop overcomplicating everything in her brain and just fucking go for it after months and months spent hunched over books and talking shop with her friends. same plans at the heart of it, but maybe. a different approach. )

That's all... very good to know. Thank you, Pratt.

[theweakhavepurpose]

Anytime bro!

[ He grins cheerfully, fully unaware that he may have created an impulsive monster that might barrel headfirst into a mirror.

Instead he's just gonna go back to his cat drawings. Gotta get these memes to the people for the good of the ship.]

[skaikru]

( and let's keep that awareness at 0 for now. it's gonna make it all the more unpleasantly surprising when she goes off and does something stupid with a ghost cat.

this is a good point for clarke to peel away from the library — honestly doesn't even feel like she needs to put on the airs for a proper goodbye. and that's what she plans to do, even turns on her heel to depart before. remembering a text she'd received from sharky, and... )

Hey, stand up for a second?

[theweakhavepurpose]

[He glances up at her, a little unsure about that request, and then puts down his colored markers, scooching the chair back so he can stand up. ]

Am I under arrest?

[Oh he's got jokes.]

[skaikru]

Yeah, something like that.

( but clarke is handcuff/ziptie/cattleprod free at the moment. and just wades in to pratt's personal space to wrap her arms around his ribs. for a hug that feels like it never should have happened given how they met, it's remarkably unawkward. he's not all that taller than her, it's easy to just slot her chin against his collarbone and give a light squeeze. )

[theweakhavepurpose]

[He freezes like he is under arrest. It's not that he doesn't realize what she's doing, or has never had a hug before, it just feels strangely foreign. Like something he doesn't deserve or something from the distant past he isn't supposed to have anymore.

But that's not true, this is now, things are different, he's different. He should be able to have a hug dammit! He very tentatively hugs her back, brief, but it's there.]

Thanks.

[No that's not emotion in his voice. He just sounds like he smokes 40 packs a day and it's worse right now for no reason. shut up.]

[skaikru]

( brief but there. she'll take it. he deserves this. and it's probably the most socially acceptable thing to withdraw pretty quickly, but clarke lingers. chews over saying something like sharky told me you were sad or i'm sorry about izzy and blackbeard.

but ultimately the words don't come; she just sniffs and says, ) Show me the rest of your memes when you're done.

( then disengages. though it's reluctant and slow and awkward, like she'd really have liked this moment to last. everyone needs some good hugs around here. )

Bye, Pratt.