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come_sailaway2023-02-04 03:55 pm
woefullymacabre) wrote in come_sailaway2023-02-04 03:55 pm
It's All Your State Of Mind [Open]
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.]
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.]
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I doubt it. Being scared isn't something I enjoy very much.
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[ Her visions, however, would be terrifying to everyone including herself, if only because the loss of control was what bothered her the most. ]
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[It's none of her business, but Chrissy can't help being curious. A lot of things scare her, so she can empathize, at least.]
You don't have to answer that.
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[ She wrinkles her nose. ]
I prefer scorpions, they're silent.
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[Chrissy's never had a pet of any kind, mostly because her mother had always claimed they were too much work.]
Scorpions are neat.
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[ Simply terrible. She cringed the entire movie. ]
Unfortunately Nero is no longer with us. He was murdered some time ago. I didn't bother replacing him. [ It would hurt if she lost another pet, that was why not. ]
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[It's not a name she recognizes and there's nothing about the description that stands out to Chrissy.]
I'm sorry to hear about Nero. I was never allowed to have pets because my mother said they were too much work.
[Chrissy suspects it had more to do with the fact that pets could be chaotic, and Laura Cunningham is not a fan of chaos.]
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[ Kind of reminds her of Enid, but Enid has some real bite when she wants to, something Wednesday appreciates. ]
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That sounds like an odd movie. Maybe he was just trying to be nice.
[Or maybe he wanted to show her a movie about an upbeat girl who likes wearing pink because she doesn't seem to have either of those things in common with the girl. There's no way to know for sure, aside from asking him.]
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[ It was meant to be nice, in its own way. Who doesn't enjoy a date in a crypt? Shame he turned out to be a serial killer. ]
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[If there's a silver lining to be found, Chrissy will inevitably latch onto it.]
What's your favorite horror movie?
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But I'd say the movie Saló is particularly grotesque. Not for those with a weak stomach.
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[Typically when he didn't want to watch them by himself, but she wouldn't go so far as to claim to enjoy them.]
Am I going to regret asking what it's about?
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[ If Chrissy asks, she'll tell her, but if she knows anything that could be a very disturbing film. ]
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[She's seen a lot of weirdness in her short life, and she's not necessarily trying to invite more in the form of questionable horror films.]
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I've gotta be completely honest here. I think I'm good with not knowing anything about torture techniques.