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come_sailaway2023-02-04 02:10 pm
ablativeholopleather) wrote in come_sailaway2023-02-04 02:10 pm
[Open] Learned in the Art of the Paper Cup
Who: Wayne and Potential Friends(?)
What: First, or perhaps second meetings!
When: Early- to Mid-February
Where: Wherever, really.
1: Cabin 144
Must done and overwith, dining hall visited and cupcakes, juice boxes and corndogs pilfered, Wayne is by and large ready to retire from being out and about. He'd been made to leave his belongings here when he'd been compelled to follow the voice over the loudspeaker and been unable to fight it. All that had really meant was that there was suddenly a two-handed anodized headed axe and a slightly beaten up electric guitar in the room without an owner, right up until the moment that Wayne returned to the room as he removed the lifejacket that he'd been wearing like armor the entire drill. He might have thought it a complete waste of his time if it weren't for those kind folks that had seen fit to say hello, even if one hadn't exactly been kind about his appearance. He can't help being yellow any more than someone could help the traits they were born with.
He doesn't let himself get worked up about it. There are other things to focus on, like the fact that even though the television is powered, he can't get anything to come up on it. "Antenna's busted?" he mutters, running gloved hands over the surface of the device, as if that might reveal something to him that he hasn't caught yet. Maybe he could fix it, or even jury rig it to pick up something...
Probably not.
2: Wandering the Decks
His axe and his guitar are strapped to his back, and he's ready to boogie. Sort of. Less boogie and more casual saunter really, hands in his pockets and head on a swivel. It feels like a city condensed down and distilled into its most shallow and brightly-colored essence. It feels like New Muldul.
He window shops, mostly. He's got a few hundred bucks but nothing he really wants to spend it on. As far as he knows there's no danger here that he can't face with what he's got right now. Though, there is a sundries shop where he can see a stack of little disposable party cups decorated with flowers that he thinks he might get just to hide away and take them home with him as a gift. He might look a little bit wistful as he debates on it privately.
He'd go on to the Lounge after making a lap of Deck One and settle in to people-watch for a while. He may have hit up a vending machine (that had weirdly enough given him back exactly what he'd put into it as if it were change and still vended a strawberry milk for him) before settling in far back from the windows as he could find a quiet booth. There's a lot to think about, and he might be staring in someone's general direction because letting your gaze drift is just something that happens when you zone out hard enough.
3: Splish Splash
Hot damn, he's not only found the pool on deck six, he's found the hot tubs. It's exactly what he needs, a quick and comfortable restoration to his health and mental well-being, the exhaustion sliding off of him the moment he sinks into the bubbling water up to his neck. If it were anywhere else he might have just dipped in long enough to start feeling better then gone about his day, but in the here and now, he doesn't expressly have anywhere to be. So he's keeping to himself under a shady umbrella, with a non-alcoholic tiki drink in hand complete with funky mug shape and colorful garnish and curly straw, a pair of extremely cool sunglasses keeping the glare out of his eyes, and a rashguard-esque bodysuit keeping a barrier between himself and anyone's eyeballs.
He won't shoo away anyone that wants to climb in with him, or just hang around on the edge. He could use a friend honestly.
What: First, or perhaps second meetings!
When: Early- to Mid-February
Where: Wherever, really.
1: Cabin 144
Must done and overwith, dining hall visited and cupcakes, juice boxes and corndogs pilfered, Wayne is by and large ready to retire from being out and about. He'd been made to leave his belongings here when he'd been compelled to follow the voice over the loudspeaker and been unable to fight it. All that had really meant was that there was suddenly a two-handed anodized headed axe and a slightly beaten up electric guitar in the room without an owner, right up until the moment that Wayne returned to the room as he removed the lifejacket that he'd been wearing like armor the entire drill. He might have thought it a complete waste of his time if it weren't for those kind folks that had seen fit to say hello, even if one hadn't exactly been kind about his appearance. He can't help being yellow any more than someone could help the traits they were born with.
He doesn't let himself get worked up about it. There are other things to focus on, like the fact that even though the television is powered, he can't get anything to come up on it. "Antenna's busted?" he mutters, running gloved hands over the surface of the device, as if that might reveal something to him that he hasn't caught yet. Maybe he could fix it, or even jury rig it to pick up something...
Probably not.
2: Wandering the Decks
His axe and his guitar are strapped to his back, and he's ready to boogie. Sort of. Less boogie and more casual saunter really, hands in his pockets and head on a swivel. It feels like a city condensed down and distilled into its most shallow and brightly-colored essence. It feels like New Muldul.
He window shops, mostly. He's got a few hundred bucks but nothing he really wants to spend it on. As far as he knows there's no danger here that he can't face with what he's got right now. Though, there is a sundries shop where he can see a stack of little disposable party cups decorated with flowers that he thinks he might get just to hide away and take them home with him as a gift. He might look a little bit wistful as he debates on it privately.
He'd go on to the Lounge after making a lap of Deck One and settle in to people-watch for a while. He may have hit up a vending machine (that had weirdly enough given him back exactly what he'd put into it as if it were change and still vended a strawberry milk for him) before settling in far back from the windows as he could find a quiet booth. There's a lot to think about, and he might be staring in someone's general direction because letting your gaze drift is just something that happens when you zone out hard enough.
3: Splish Splash
Hot damn, he's not only found the pool on deck six, he's found the hot tubs. It's exactly what he needs, a quick and comfortable restoration to his health and mental well-being, the exhaustion sliding off of him the moment he sinks into the bubbling water up to his neck. If it were anywhere else he might have just dipped in long enough to start feeling better then gone about his day, but in the here and now, he doesn't expressly have anywhere to be. So he's keeping to himself under a shady umbrella, with a non-alcoholic tiki drink in hand complete with funky mug shape and colorful garnish and curly straw, a pair of extremely cool sunglasses keeping the glare out of his eyes, and a rashguard-esque bodysuit keeping a barrier between himself and anyone's eyeballs.
He won't shoo away anyone that wants to climb in with him, or just hang around on the edge. He could use a friend honestly.