It's All Your State Of Mind [Open]

[woefullymacabre]

Who: Wednesday Addams and You.
What: Ship exploration, mystery investigation, the usual kind of welcome
When: Early February
Where: All over the ship, especially Sand Dollars and the Morgue
Warnings: Wednesday is likely to discuss macabre topics, as well as stare incessantly, pleased if it makes someone uncomfortable. She may also be subject to disturbing visions in threads with players who opt-in. Her opt-in/opt-out post is right here.



I. What Kind of Hellscape Is This?

[A new passenger, a teenager, is walking around the ship with a grim look on her face. She had on black ankle boots, black tights, a black and grey skirt that was almost down to her ankles, a black and grey blazer that had a school crest on it reading ‘Nevermore’ on top of a black vest, tie and a white collared button down. Her long black hair is styled in a pair of braids, resting on her chest as opposed to trailing behind her.

The deck isn’t so bad but most of deck four with its bright lights and neon colours – as if those were ever acceptable – were just making her visibly cringe.

In all likelihood she will turn to the nearest stranger and ask the all important question.]

What kind of ransom do I have to pay to get out of here?

[Her parents would probably do it. Or they’d handle it their own way.]

II. Sand Dollars

[If there’s one thing every modern teenager needs, it’s a mountain of caffeine and while she’s getting the sense that there’s no one around to do the serving, it’s an espresso machine. It’s not exactly rocket science.

Besides, she just read an instruction manual not that long ago. Surely it can’t be that hard to use, after all, Tyler could do it.

She puts the espresso in the machine and turns it on, putting the cup beneath the spout. When it’s finished, she’ll dump the grounds and repeat the process, into the same cup.

How many shots does she need?

However many it takes.]

III. The Disturbing

[Wednesday, after first exploring the ship, is absolutely sure of it. She was pretty sure she’d caught a glimpse of a spirit in the corner of her eye although focusing it on the spot she saw it yielded a whole lot of nothing.

Even walking right up to where they’d been didn’t seem to yield any results.

Some might’ve chalked it up to seeing things, but Wednesday wasn’t ready to do that yet, so she was walking around, mildly distracted trying to see them, grasping her necklace in her hand. A little help from the obsidian wouldn’t hurt if they were shy.]

Come out and speak to me!

[She calls out in a clear voice, as that’s what one does when they attempt to contact the spirit world.

Wednesday is focused on her task and not much else around her, it was a perfect time to ask what she was doing, to make physical contact with her and she may be more susceptible to visions since her guard was completely down at the moment.

The ghosts of course were probably, possibly, not going to respond and if they didn’t she would just have to go to step two and plan a séance.]

IV. Her Happy Place?

[With all the fun activities on the higher levels, surely no one would hang out on the lower levels, but while the infirmary with its medieval surgical implements is pretty interesting, the most interesting place in fact is the morgue.

Wednesday’s eyes light up a little bit and she’s just going to help herself to opening each of the fridges to see what’s inside.

If she’s disappointed, she might decide to take a nap down there. Comfy.]

V. Wildcard

[I’m open to prompts in any location, and pretty much for any reason. Wednesday is 16, and so she cannot partake in alcohol, although that’s also really not her thing. She might also be quite comfortable in the library.]

Comments

[busball]

Have to is up to you, really. I mean, unless you want to wash your clothes every day and wear the same outfit forever. I guess that's also a choice.

[Klaus shrugs] But you could also maybe find some like less horrible things and I could see if Dolce can make something less hideous out of them. There's probably something.

[woefullymacabre]

I suppose I can look.

[ She's actually quite picky about her clothes. ]

I wear this every day anyway, it's a uniform.

[busball]

The same one or do you have like...more than one back home?

[Klaus is moving towards the Tommy Bahama all the same. They are a lot less picky about their clothes, but it's nice to at least have the ones they're used to.]

Let me know if I need to go to the infirmary to look for an epi pen or something once we get there. I wouldn't want you to die from your allergy. [Their voice is deadpan and their expression is at least mostly serious. You might not even know it's a joke if you weren't looking that close.]

[woefullymacabre]

...Fair point. [ Wednesday concedes, because she does have a couple of sets usually. ]

It would be a painful way to die. [ She said without missing a beat. ] Sounds pleasant.

[busball]

[Klaus arches an eyebrow at the death comment.] It's definitely probably not the worst, but then I've been run over like so many times already. The harpoon was the most startling. Probably cause I didn't expect it.

[There's a small shrug.] You might die here for real, though, but you'll come back, so it'll be fine. Unless it's not. And that's okay.

[woefullymacabre]

I could die anywhere.

[ She doesn't seem to be terribly bothered by that prospect. Then again, she's never died before. ]

[busball]

I mean, yeah. You could. Just a higher chance of it. Like one month there was possessions, one month someone's evil side made them kill a bunch of people. But other than that, it's been mostly chill.

[woefullymacabre]

You're making it sound all the more enticing. [ A weird trip where there's possessions? Sold. Best cruise ever. ]

I've had a few people try and kill me this year already. [ So nothing new, as far as she's concerned, but she really has no idea. ]

[busball]

I mean, okay, I guess. [People have weird things they're excited about, he guesses]

Seems to be a weirdly common thing.

[woefullymacabre]

Is it? You'd think the crime rate would be far more manageable than that. [ Although she really can't talk, she'd been facing attempted murder charges herself until the other family dropped it. ]

I'd think the rate would be higher for me because I was investigating a case.

[busball]

[Klaus shrugs] There's been a couple people that have either been attacking people or getting attacked. It's a weird thing to be so popular, I guess.

We were superheroes. Sort of. I mean, fighting the end of the world. What kind of case were you investigating?

[woefullymacabre]

Superheroes? What do you mean by that? [ That seems like the right question. ]

There's a creature called a Hyde that has been terrorizing the town and has murdered several people.

[busball]

My dad taught us how to fight crime and save the world or whatever. I mean, I haven't really worried about it since like childhood, but now people are trying to kill us. Probably cause Five is trying to stop the apocalypse. But then we did sort of cause the end of the world, so...woops?

[Klaus hums softly. Why does that name sound familiar? He doesn't really remember.] Sounds like a bad situation. Do you have help?

[woefullymacabre]

Huh. That sounds kind of like a major pain. [ Whether that's an understatement or not, she doesn't know. ]

Not as much as I need, probably. [ She sighs. ] I was finally getting somewhere, only to wake up here.

[busball]

Yeah. Yeah, it is kind of.

[Oh. That sucks, though.] Yeah. Here is not where almost anyone wants to wake up. I'd say at least you can live knowing that you're still doing what you need to back home. But that hasn't made me feel better about it yet.

[woefullymacabre]

That's not the least bit comforting. I suppose it does have the benefit of being able to avoid my mother for awhile longer. Silver lining and all that.

[ Does she look like the kind of person who would embrace a silver lining? No, although her interpersonal conflicts with her mother being held of is a definite perk. ]

[busball]

[Klaus shrugs.] Yeah. I know it's not. [A beat.] Huh. Mommy problems, is it? Thought we were all stuck in daddy problems.

[woefullymacabre]

[ She shrugs a little bit. ]

She's fronting a conspiracy to turn me into her. [ Things were getting better, but she's still in a rebellious phase. ]

[busball]

Huh. Sucks. Well, thankfully, you don’t have to do that. [Klaus looks her over for a moment.]

Good on you, though. Don’t let anyone make you be anyone but yourself.

[woefullymacabre]

That's my intention, regardless of what anyone else says. I just don't want the same thing she does.

[ She doesn't want to grow up and get married and have a family. She wants to be an author, and a good amount of solitude. They're just different people. ]

[busball]

Yeah. I get that. Sort of. [It's not really like Klaus' parents wanted him to be anything. Well, not something that he'd have wanted, which was to be an agreeable pawn in a bullshit scheme.]

What do you want, then?

[woefullymacabre]

I want to be an author. I've written three books already. I devote an hour a day to writing my novels. They're murder mysteries. I have yet to be published.

[ Is that a surprising subject? Maybe, maybe not. ]

[busball]

Oh. Cool.

[He doesn't know that much about that stuff, but...] My brother wrote a book once. It was an expose all about our family. It included a lot of awkward details, but it was pretty cool for what it was.

If they ever show up, I bet people would read them!

[woefullymacabre]

As long as they're not being read by close-minded weak-willed individuals. I've been told they're disturbing and I should seek psychiatric help.

[ Ironic that, since she was forced to. Didn't help. ]

[busball]

Ha. I think you'll have a pretty good group here. There's like so many people that would be into that sort of story.