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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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[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!
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[ Ironic that, since she was forced to. Didn't help. ]
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Her glance moved to the walls around them and this store was something else. She didn't think she could see the end of it, and everything there was like an assault on the senses. Not much by way of her monochrome, heavily black style. She wrinkles her nose. ]
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He studies her gaze for a moment.] It's a lot of looking. We'll...find...something.
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I'm feeling more skeptical by the moment.
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Mmm...oh! Black! There is black. It's not...the same. [They stop, picking something out.] But with enough skill, someone could take these and make it a style you like.
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[ If Goody was more forthcoming, she wouldn't have had to resort to that. It hadn't worked anyway. She was stubborn. ]
I suppose if that's a choice over walking around naked.
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Walking around naked is certainly a choice. A good one? Ehhh. But a choice.
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[ Just wondering. ]
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[ She finds something black off the rack and pulls it out to find pants that look like sweatpants, but way too thin. Something far more beach appropriate. She makes another face. ]
I must've died and gone to hell in the last five minutes.
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[ She is more of a dress girl, but she does occasionally wear pants. Not sweatpants though. ]
They're acceptable for fencing practice and little else.
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[They gesture vaguely] You don't do that and ... did you say fencing? Does that mean you know knives?
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But yes, it's one of the physical activities I engage in. I also am adept at archery and martial arts...well, self-defense techniques really.
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I haven't done that much with my abilities in a while. Mostly just hope for the best.
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[ She's also hoping she doesn't need to use her abilities too much, but Wednesday has no choice in that. Her visions are violent and are onset outside of her control. ]
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[Klaus hasn't been because he's not really sure he's the knife club sort of person. But who knows?]
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[ She might have to walk that back, knife club sounds kind of like a great thing. Fighting isn't really her speed. She can to some extent, but she's not combat-oriented by nature. ]
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[ Knife club!! ]