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come_sailaway2023-02-07 02:11 am
crushed_pearls) wrote in come_sailaway2023-02-07 02:11 am
[Open + 1 Closed] Never Call Up...
Who: Erin Peters And People Who Noticed A Certain Event
What: Erin fuckin' died in late January and now I need a spot to stick the fallout
When: Late January to pre-excursion February
Where: Wherever you decide to drag her ass for this series of decisions
Warnings: Erin Fucking Died
1. Yes dear, the stove is always hot. [Cabin 134, Rezz Hour after death, closed to Helena]
Well, that's one bit of curiosity satisfied. Erin comes awake with a sharp intake of breath, hands flying to her ribs. She's alive, gloriously alive, her ribs aren't shredding her lungs into tatters and all of her blood is inside her body. There's a series of incoherent Fucking Noises as Erin tries to get up, stretch, talk, and breathe at the same time and ends up doing None Of The Above.
One thing at a time. Breathe.
Good!
Sit up.
Okay...good!
Aaaand Helena's awake. Fuck.
2. Even When It Doesn't Look Hot [WHENEVER, WHEREVER -]
So here's the thing: Bahamanuel is scarred by laser burns, Erin and Siffleur both died (and probably stained Bahamanuel with their blood in the process, who's gonna wash that poor boy?), and the entire thing - soundless - is available on video at Photos at Sea set to Material Girl just to really deprive everyone involved of even the slightest shred of dignity.
If your character has a comment on that...
Here ya go. Find Erin Somewhere, though she's often on the sports deck, in Windjammer, at the new infinite cheese store, at Tauva smoking and/or drinking, or at Hurikane just drinking. Interrupt her while she's listening to her DVDs. Accost her at the library while she's trading out her books. Shit, gossip about it with someone else without Erin being there at all, I'm not a cop.
What: Erin fuckin' died in late January and now I need a spot to stick the fallout
When: Late January to pre-excursion February
Where: Wherever you decide to drag her ass for this series of decisions
Warnings: Erin Fucking Died
1. Yes dear, the stove is always hot. [Cabin 134, Rezz Hour after death, closed to Helena]
Well, that's one bit of curiosity satisfied. Erin comes awake with a sharp intake of breath, hands flying to her ribs. She's alive, gloriously alive, her ribs aren't shredding her lungs into tatters and all of her blood is inside her body. There's a series of incoherent Fucking Noises as Erin tries to get up, stretch, talk, and breathe at the same time and ends up doing None Of The Above.
One thing at a time. Breathe.
Good!
Sit up.
Okay...good!
Aaaand Helena's awake. Fuck.
2. Even When It Doesn't Look Hot [WHENEVER, WHEREVER -]
So here's the thing: Bahamanuel is scarred by laser burns, Erin and Siffleur both died (and probably stained Bahamanuel with their blood in the process, who's gonna wash that poor boy?), and the entire thing - soundless - is available on video at Photos at Sea set to Material Girl just to really deprive everyone involved of even the slightest shred of dignity.
If your character has a comment on that...
Here ya go. Find Erin Somewhere, though she's often on the sports deck, in Windjammer, at the new infinite cheese store, at Tauva smoking and/or drinking, or at Hurikane just drinking. Interrupt her while she's listening to her DVDs. Accost her at the library while she's trading out her books. Shit, gossip about it with someone else without Erin being there at all, I'm not a cop.
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"L-Little old thing," Crabb gets out, though not before spending a moment biting her own hand lightly. She huffs faintly, "C-Christ, Erin."
As if she'd have any actual complaints about any possible 'work' to be done.
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"L-Like— like you'd ever be embarrassed," which, notably, is not the question being asked, and yet probably somewhat of an answer in itself. Her other leg gives to leave her on her knees entirely and she breaks off into a whine.
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And as ever, Crabb does as she's told. Her hand flies back to her mouth as it overcomes her, barely muffling the noises at all as she comes apart.
We Should Probably Wrap
"...So," she murmurs when her lover has Air again. "Think I should apologize further?"
Lmao Yeah, Wrap
Crabb drops even from her knees to fully sit on the floor and laughs breathlessly. "Mmmaybe a little."
What can she say, convincing apology as that was she's not quite done yet.