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The Luckiest Man [OTA]
Who: Okie and you
What: Celebration and grief
When: February 6 and the surrounding days
Where: Windjammer and Tauva
Warnings: Loss, grief, and the aftermath of associated tantrums
1. Born in the U.S.A.
Okie was half convinced something would happen, but he wasn't ready to find a birthday cake with his name in icing in the dessert section of the buffet. He hadn't told anyone about it, and hadn't planned to. He didn't feel like celebrating, and didn't consider it worth celebrating. The only solution, then, was to destroy the evidence. Which is to say, Okie had an entire cake to eat, and he picked the whole thing up out of the buffet and tried his darnedest to sneak off with it.
2. Brave Man's Death
Steve was gone. As far as Okie was convinced, he had two friends in this place, and one of them was gone. He didn't know when it finally clicked for him, but when it did he felt the need to do... something about it. And so he set up a terrible, shitty memorial on a table by the wall in Tauva. He had a framed picture of Steve hanging out with Eddie propped up, with an uncooked pizza bagel made from scrapped together buffet ingredients and a single cigarette borrowed from Pratt burning like incense in an ash tray. He wished he'd known the two of them better. He felt worse now than he'd felt about anything on this cruise yet, including dying. He was sitting on the floor, back slumped to the front of the bar, face red and wet, surrounded by the shattered glass and ceramics of five minutes worth of thrown beer glasses and diner plates. He had a makeshift broom made of a Tommy Bahama shirt and a hockey stick he'd used to clear everything within a couple feet of the shrine, and a path from it to the entrance. He would clean everything up later, but for now he wanted to mope without obstructing anyone else who wanted to pay respects.
3. My Shit's Fucked Up
Wildcard season
What: Celebration and grief
When: February 6 and the surrounding days
Where: Windjammer and Tauva
Warnings: Loss, grief, and the aftermath of associated tantrums
1. Born in the U.S.A.
Okie was half convinced something would happen, but he wasn't ready to find a birthday cake with his name in icing in the dessert section of the buffet. He hadn't told anyone about it, and hadn't planned to. He didn't feel like celebrating, and didn't consider it worth celebrating. The only solution, then, was to destroy the evidence. Which is to say, Okie had an entire cake to eat, and he picked the whole thing up out of the buffet and tried his darnedest to sneak off with it.
2. Brave Man's Death
Steve was gone. As far as Okie was convinced, he had two friends in this place, and one of them was gone. He didn't know when it finally clicked for him, but when it did he felt the need to do... something about it. And so he set up a terrible, shitty memorial on a table by the wall in Tauva. He had a framed picture of Steve hanging out with Eddie propped up, with an uncooked pizza bagel made from scrapped together buffet ingredients and a single cigarette borrowed from Pratt burning like incense in an ash tray. He wished he'd known the two of them better. He felt worse now than he'd felt about anything on this cruise yet, including dying. He was sitting on the floor, back slumped to the front of the bar, face red and wet, surrounded by the shattered glass and ceramics of five minutes worth of thrown beer glasses and diner plates. He had a makeshift broom made of a Tommy Bahama shirt and a hockey stick he'd used to clear everything within a couple feet of the shrine, and a path from it to the entrance. He would clean everything up later, but for now he wanted to mope without obstructing anyone else who wanted to pay respects.
3. My Shit's Fucked Up
Wildcard season
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"Want a slice?"
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"Did you set that memorial up by yourself?"
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"Felt like I had to do somethin'. Didn't know what else to do."
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"I like what you'd done. It was a fear Steve had, that no one might remember him when he'd gone. I think they both would feel honored by this. I wish I'd thought to do something, myself."
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2. Brave Man's Death
Very hesitant: "It's ... Okie, isn't it?"
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He stands up awkwardly, looking around at the floor while he wipes his face.
"Sorry 'bout the mess. Cassandra, yeah?"
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And seeing him wipe his face, she pulls a plain white handkerchief from a pocket and offers it to him.
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Yato stepped around any of the mess without any issue and crouched down in front of him, resting his arms on his knees.
"You look like you could use an ear."
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"Probably. Or a dustpan." A pause. "You offerin'?"
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"Yes, if you want to talk to a stranger." Yato offered. "If it helps, people talk to me about their problems all the time at home." Almost exclusively, in fact.
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The next half a second was a roller coaster. Hope started to drain from him as he realized that he, a six foot and change teen who may or may not be a thundercloud and was carrying an entire birthday cake, probably never had a real chance of getting this cake taken care of quietly. Then it started to fill back in as she provided him a free alibi. Then his mouth and vocal cords committed to that alibi at the same time his eyes realized she was reading the cake.
"Y-Yes. I am, actually."
He thought for a moment about throwing it in hers, but he decided that would only make this more awkward. There's only so far you could run away from someone on a boat, and only for so long.
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"Sounds fun. Whose?"
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Wrap?
Yep!
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"Mind if I come in, cuz?"
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"Go ahead. Sorry 'bout the glass."
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He approaches the memorial, head bowed forward, long hair drooping down over his cheeks.
"You were friends with Steve and Eddie too?"
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He sighs, trying to bring himself up out of active moping so he could hold a conversation.
"Mostly Steve. That was just the happiest picture I could find of him. Memorial pictures should be happy."
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Because there weren't too many pictures where he was doing anything but scowling. Maybe some from when he was really young. Not that too many people were going to be attending their bully's funeral, anyway.
"What do you mean, you shoulda been?"
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this tag is awkward and i apologize
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There's no sign of Eddie or Steve when she walks in. Instead, it looks like a tornado blew through, leaving a mess of broken glass and a red-faced boy she sort of recognizes in its wake. She's quiet for a long moment after she notices the memorial because she doesn't want to intrude if he'd rather be alone.
In the end, concern wins out over politeness. "That's a really good picture of them."
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Okie puts his hands together, twisting his fingers against each other.
"You knew 'em?"
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She nods. "We're all from the same place. We weren't really friends before, but I think we were getting close here." It's a long, complicated story, and she's not entirely sure she wants to dump it on someone new.
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