come_sailaway | It's All Your State Of Mind [Open]

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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.]

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...Is there something I can help you with?

[the voice that reaches her is soft, but there's the sound of steps and a tapping with them, until the person that replied shows her face. definitely not a spirit, but someone who had heard her, and knew enough that even if it's not directed at her, she might be able to sort a few things out.

besides, she could use a small break from her most recent project. remaking jewelry when you can't see what you're doing is a more precise art.]

Breakfast is upstairs at the buffet, [ Someone in a corner grumbles as Wednesday pokes into one of the drawers, ] and there's nobody down here but us.

[ A pale teenager in a leather trenchcoat, dangling a old-fashioned tear catcher like a hypnotist's watch, eyes her with the dark glassy look of a shark. ]

Your soul. [nonchalantly from one of the cushiony chairs, not even lifting her head out from behind her book.]

But if you're expecting someone from home fighting to get you back no matter the cost... no. They won't notice you gone. Because you aren't. [said in the same tone of somebody who has explained this many different times and is no longer attempting to soften it.]

[ A little girl in pigtails, wearing a black jumper dress and white billowy sleeves, responds to the call. She makes herself known, stepping forward with light footsteps. Definitely not a ghost. But there is a flying teddy bear with a party hat drifting behind her. (Pretend it's adorned with stitches unlike the image... its been through a lot while on the boat.)

Initially, Fio didn't plan to reply, but is lured over by the unfamiliar voice. Many people have been disappearing from the ship again... and it seems that there are new arrivals as well. She feels a little at ease, since it doesn't seem the older girl was around during December's events. ]

Um... are you looking for someone?

[Klaus looks at the outfit for a moment. Well, at least there's a few people she'll fit in with. They're currently in one of their louder outfits, but it's probably fine.]

If I knew, I'd have...no. No. I'd still be here. But I'm sure someone else would have made it out of here before.

Are you really going to drink that?

[Her tone is more curious than judgemental, but it's mostly because she hasn't worked up the nerve to try the espresso just yet. Regular coffee makes her jittery enough as it is.

Currently, she's working on a regular cup of coffee while it's still early enough in the day that it won't have as much of an effect on ner already screwy sleep schedule.]

Max likes to kill time making drinks for himself and others sometimes. But, this time, when he comes in there's already someone behind the counter. Someone he hasn't met yet. And... huh. She's sure using a lot of espresso shots.

"And I thought I had a heavy caffeine addiction. I hope you know what you're doing with that?"

Karkat walks into the morgue and groans when he sees it is currently occupied.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO CONTEMPLATE THE INEVITABILITY OF MY OWN DEATH NOW?!”

[ there's a girl in cabin 106 when wednesday arrives, seated on the bed
among a pair of plush toys: a hairy blue ball with a face, and a cutesy
blue bunny. there are sprays of white flowers on the desk, bouquets, one of which
stands in a solid black urn. save for that the cabin is sparsely decorated, and
immaculately clean.

the girl looks up with mild surprise at the sound of the door opening,
partway through sewing what appears to be a small skeleton toy. ]

Oh. I take it that you're my new roommate?

[ her expression doesn't shift much, and she appears rather sullen,
serious and no-nonsense -- a stark contrast with the way she's decorated
the room. ]

I'm Tear. I assume you've just arrived?

[ cabins were usually the first place someone goes, at any rate. ]

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IV. Her Happy Place?

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Sand Dollars