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come_sailaway2023-02-27 03:43 am
takethatnature) wrote in come_sailaway2023-02-27 03:43 am
So do the toast and down the cup and drink to bones that turn to dust
Who: Wilson P. Higgsbury and you! And Demyx in the first prompt probably, and traces of April's presence!
When: First two prompts are February 17th, third and fourth are somewhere between then and the first week of March
Where: Cabins, the hall outside Windjammer, the library, Photos at Sea
Warnings: His death and/or Daisy's rampage comes up in most of these
1. Quit complaining, brother, no one lives forever (Cabin 124)
A frustrated uuuuugggghhhh emanates from the blankets at six AM sharp, followed by Wilson sitting up and pressing his hand into his face. Reviving at the crack of dawn is nothing new for him. Honestly it's more comfortable here than it was on the island, where he always felt hungover at best afterwards. What's really bothering him is how many mistakes he made fighting that awful wolf-woman from the buffet. He probably couldn't have beaten her in a fair fight when she healed that fast, and even winning an unfair fight would be a dubious proposition on their first encounter, but if he'd been smarter about it he could have at least escaped.
"Why didn't I just use the panflute," he mutters, not specifically to Demyx but not not to his cabinmate. He'd forgotten he was even carrying it after the first time she tackled him. He also should have put his armor on sooner, not that it would have helped with anything except the slashes across his chest, and maybe if he'd focused more on dodging and less on hitting her with the ice staff he could have gotten out of the way of her charge. Sloppy mistakes.
He grabs some of the supplies he stashed in the cabin, the spare helmet and his flint pickaxe and enough twigs and grass for a couple of torches. Having a completely empty inventory makes him twitchy. Someone in the hall could catch him as he leaves; there seems to be a commotion by the door of his neighbor in room 122.
2. We've only got so many tricks (Outside Windjammer)
Yesterday there was an inert, dry, bleach-white skeleton surrounded by tools, weapons, crafting materials, a few hats, a backpack designed to look like a crab, and other odds and ends on the floor here. Also an ample quantity of blood and a dried trail of tomato paste leading back to the buffet. Today there's just the assortment of items, with nothing but his empty log suit and helmet to mark the spot where he died. At least it doesn't look like anyone's taken his stuff, though it's hard to tell for sure when it's all piled together except for the backpack.
He starts picking it up. "Don't worry, it's mine."
3. You worry too much, you make yourself sad (Library)
After appearing onboard and having a mostly unhelpful conversation with Friday, Wilson eventually found himself in the library, home of a binder full of handwritten notes and records about the nature of the ship. Apparently the ocean's not real and people disappear when the Captain uses them up and he's been randomly pulled out of his timeline? And the food is actually thousands of years old? And he might wake up without his memories or kidneys if he dies stupidly? He's fairly sure he retained the most important parts, but a lot of it blurs together, because when he read through it he hadn't slept in days and what was most memorable in that state was an assortment of the most alarming and the most absurd pieces of information.
Which is why he'd like to reread it; he heads to the library, but he can't seem to find it anywhere. He's combing through the shelves looking for it, occasionally tossing a particularly frustrating book over his shoulder or dropping one on the floor. There's the photo album full of insults that he saw last time he was here; it also gets tossed on the floor. He's much more interested in the question of what constitutes a stupid death than he was before.
4. And when it's all been said and done, better that you had some fun (Photos at Sea)
Photos at Sea is full of clear sharp images of Daisy tearing people to pieces. And tiny little film projector thingies showing those moments in motion, with comical soundtracks. He got enough of that while it was happening to him, but instead of turning around and leaving he goes and rummages through the older offerings.
Way in the back shelves, there's pictures left over from December. Most of them are from the snowy lodge where half the visitors got murdered; a couple of them are of the murders. Despite how many times he and his friends back home have died he's not used to looking at violently deceased human corpses. What distracts him from that is a photo of him in the lodge he didn't go to, completely surrounded by shadows that look far too much like Them for comfort.
"What the heck..." He's holding the photo up and squinting at it, like that's going to make it make more sense.
5. Let's have a party, there's a full moon in the sky (Wildcard)
Catch me on Discord or Plurk!
When: First two prompts are February 17th, third and fourth are somewhere between then and the first week of March
Where: Cabins, the hall outside Windjammer, the library, Photos at Sea
Warnings: His death and/or Daisy's rampage comes up in most of these
1. Quit complaining, brother, no one lives forever (Cabin 124)
A frustrated uuuuugggghhhh emanates from the blankets at six AM sharp, followed by Wilson sitting up and pressing his hand into his face. Reviving at the crack of dawn is nothing new for him. Honestly it's more comfortable here than it was on the island, where he always felt hungover at best afterwards. What's really bothering him is how many mistakes he made fighting that awful wolf-woman from the buffet. He probably couldn't have beaten her in a fair fight when she healed that fast, and even winning an unfair fight would be a dubious proposition on their first encounter, but if he'd been smarter about it he could have at least escaped.
"Why didn't I just use the panflute," he mutters, not specifically to Demyx but not not to his cabinmate. He'd forgotten he was even carrying it after the first time she tackled him. He also should have put his armor on sooner, not that it would have helped with anything except the slashes across his chest, and maybe if he'd focused more on dodging and less on hitting her with the ice staff he could have gotten out of the way of her charge. Sloppy mistakes.
He grabs some of the supplies he stashed in the cabin, the spare helmet and his flint pickaxe and enough twigs and grass for a couple of torches. Having a completely empty inventory makes him twitchy. Someone in the hall could catch him as he leaves; there seems to be a commotion by the door of his neighbor in room 122.
2. We've only got so many tricks (Outside Windjammer)
Yesterday there was an inert, dry, bleach-white skeleton surrounded by tools, weapons, crafting materials, a few hats, a backpack designed to look like a crab, and other odds and ends on the floor here. Also an ample quantity of blood and a dried trail of tomato paste leading back to the buffet. Today there's just the assortment of items, with nothing but his empty log suit and helmet to mark the spot where he died. At least it doesn't look like anyone's taken his stuff, though it's hard to tell for sure when it's all piled together except for the backpack.
He starts picking it up. "Don't worry, it's mine."
3. You worry too much, you make yourself sad (Library)
After appearing onboard and having a mostly unhelpful conversation with Friday, Wilson eventually found himself in the library, home of a binder full of handwritten notes and records about the nature of the ship. Apparently the ocean's not real and people disappear when the Captain uses them up and he's been randomly pulled out of his timeline? And the food is actually thousands of years old? And he might wake up without his memories or kidneys if he dies stupidly? He's fairly sure he retained the most important parts, but a lot of it blurs together, because when he read through it he hadn't slept in days and what was most memorable in that state was an assortment of the most alarming and the most absurd pieces of information.
Which is why he'd like to reread it; he heads to the library, but he can't seem to find it anywhere. He's combing through the shelves looking for it, occasionally tossing a particularly frustrating book over his shoulder or dropping one on the floor. There's the photo album full of insults that he saw last time he was here; it also gets tossed on the floor. He's much more interested in the question of what constitutes a stupid death than he was before.
4. And when it's all been said and done, better that you had some fun (Photos at Sea)
Photos at Sea is full of clear sharp images of Daisy tearing people to pieces. And tiny little film projector thingies showing those moments in motion, with comical soundtracks. He got enough of that while it was happening to him, but instead of turning around and leaving he goes and rummages through the older offerings.
Way in the back shelves, there's pictures left over from December. Most of them are from the snowy lodge where half the visitors got murdered; a couple of them are of the murders. Despite how many times he and his friends back home have died he's not used to looking at violently deceased human corpses. What distracts him from that is a photo of him in the lodge he didn't go to, completely surrounded by shadows that look far too much like Them for comfort.
"What the heck..." He's holding the photo up and squinting at it, like that's going to make it make more sense.
5. Let's have a party, there's a full moon in the sky (Wildcard)
Catch me on Discord or Plurk!
1. Quit complaining, brother, no one lives forever (Cabin 124)
There's a sheathed blade resting, point against the floor, between her feet with her hand on the cross-guard. Not a hostile gesture, but that sure is a long fucking sword.
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"You're that fruit cup woman from the other day, right? What's going on in there?"
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Look, with Steve gone, and Eddie gone, candidates for the Weird Hair Guy are at an all-time low.
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And he's twice Vance's age and the wrong hair colour.
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Wilson blinks. It takes him a second to figure out what Erin's talking about. "I was already dead for that part. She didn't do that, it started happening on the island, she just disarmed me. But I'm all right now!"
He wiggles the fingers of both hands, which is awkward for the one holding the pickaxe.
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(Smooth, Peters.)
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"The part before I died was worse." He shrugs; it was bad while it was happening, but now he's back in one piece instead of 206, and he didn't do anything especially stupid to cause it. Pretty middling as deaths go. "Why'd she stop at six?"
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"This kind of thing happens to me a lot. It's better than the time I died trying to kill a lureplant- a giant pitcher-plant thing- and it ate most of my belongings." That was a while ago even before he got here, but it's the kind of mistake he only had to make once. "At least it was over fairly quickly, it wasn't because I did something so stupid it's just embarrassing, and my stuff should still be there."
Maybe not with this many people around. "Unless someone took it."
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"I dunno what we'd talk about once we got past sorry I chased you down and tore your arm off. She wasn't very pleasant to talk to yesterday."
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He would probably feel better about the prospect if he had his panflute back and maybe some breakfast, so he takes a step in a stairsward direction.
Is this a wrap or just a time skip to get his stuff?
I'd like to get it to AC length so time skip next tag
Aside from the usual medical or religious dietary restrictions, he also used to hang out with a reverse-vegetarian.
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"I changed my mind, I do want to talk to her, at least enough to ask how not to get mauled."
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She steps aside from the door.
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He knocks on the door of 122.