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come_sailaway2023-03-09 03:25 am
hadnoright) wrote in come_sailaway2023-03-09 03:25 am
You know better, babe, you know better, babe [OPEN]
Who: Daisy Tonner & you!
What: Mostly Memshare
When: March
Where: Memories and around the ship
Warnings: Graphic violence and murder, violence against children (by children), police brutality, themes of (supernatural) addiction and starvation, less than stellar attitudes towards other non-humans, etc. etc.
Notes: Hunt Sense Permissions, what does your character smell like/what vibes do they give off? Feel free to flip me to brackets I am comfortable with either style.
In most of these you won't be noticed until you take some kind of noticeable action. HIGH chance of violence up to death in a lot of them, though, on account of who Daisy is as a person and the TMA universe in general. 1 is fairly low-risk, but not zero. 2 is near certain death if you're spotted, 3 and 4 contain risk of violence and/or capture—with odds higher in all three if you're non-human. And 5 is on the last cruise in the middle of a murder spree. If you want to specifically avoid death or want to die, I can work with it.
1. Than to talk to it, talk to it like that [Daisy is touched by the Hunt] (Limit 2)
You emerge from the rift and land on the tightly packed dirt of a cruddy little park somewhere in Wales, the kind of park that's nothing but a scrap of grass and dirt. To the south side, the fence that leads to the cemetery. To the north, the damaged old wire fence of a building site that's fallen into disrepair.
Stood near that old fence stands a young girl, no older than eleven, with a blonde ponytail tied off at the top of her head with a colourful scrunchie and wearing an overall dress over a floral shirt, with torn tights and beaten up trainers. She's pushing up onto her tip toes as if trying to peer further inside the dilapidated building, over the collapsed fence. As if, perhaps, looking for something, or someone.
This is the day Daisy's life changes forever. Yet it looks like almost any other day.
2. Don't give it a hand, offer it a soul [Daily kills Calvin, ascends to full Avatarhood] (Limit 2)
It's late. Last call at the bars back in London proper has come and gone. The woods around you are deep, and dark, and almost unnaturally quiet—until the faint crunch of tyres driving over twigs and leaves sounds in the distance, shortly followed by the sound of slamming car doors.
Footsteps tread a path through the trees, light but weighed down by whatever it is that's making the dragging sound that follows them. After a few moments, a blonde woman—only 5'2", but with lean muscle hidden beneath the dark floral blouse, simple black jeans, and nice coat—comes out of the trees into the clearing you've arrived on the edge of. Behind her, being dragged across the ground, is a barely conscious adult man with almost a foot on her, blood caked into his light brunette hair.
She yanks and throws him down in front of her with strength a woman her size usually wouldn't have, and in the darkness, when the moonlight catches her eyes, they shine like a wolf's.
"Wake up!" she barks, jamming her foot into the man's ribs. He grunts and curls around the kick.
3. Don't let me in with no intention to keep me, jesus christ [Basira tries to convince Daisy to Hunt again]
The Magnus Institute, home to paranormal research, genuine supernatural artefacts, and multiple Avatars of multiple different Fear Entities that seem to have made this place their home—or, more accurately, their fortress. On street level, the place seems as boring and stuffy as any other academic institution, just one with a strange sensation of being watched that you can never quite shake.
A feeling that’s only amplified down here in the Archives, which is where extra-dimensional arrivals appear—hidden amongst the stacks of old archival material and near the makeshift sleeping area the remaining crew have set up next to an old trap door. There’s dust in the air that’s thinner than the tension and a sense that this place is as haunted by tragedy as it is by fear.
Between the stacks are two women. One short and unhealthily skinny, pale and blonde, with wolf-yellow eyes and daisy studs in her ears. The other taller and healthier looking, with brown skin and eyes, wearing a plain hijab. Their clothes are crumpled, and they both look tired.
They both look so very tired.
“I think you should go after them.”
Daisy freezes, the hopelessly flattened pillow she’d been futilely fluffing still in her hands. “You what?”
“I think you should go after them,” Basira repeats, as if that were the long and the short of it rather than the loaded statement that it is. “Trevor and Julia.”
4. I know who I am when I'm alone [Jon and Daisy are just vibing]
The Head Archivist's office is found at the rear of the Archival floor, tucked into a corner that you have to pass through the assistants' workspace to reach. There's a window, with blinds that partially obscure the view inside, and the interior itself is filled with filing cabinets and boxes and notice boards covered in paper, photos, and more.
And there, at the desk in the centre of the room, sits Daisy, looking malnourished and tired and dressed in loose comfortable clothing, plus a man. The man has prematurely greying hair, pock-like scars on his face and hands, one of which is marred by a nasty burn scar, and his throat has clearly been scarred by a knife wound. Hanging from each of their ears is an earbud, both halves of a pair connected to Daisy's iPhone.
"Wait," the man says, with an RP English accent. "Did they just kill Caroline off-screen?"
"Yeah. So what?"
"It's lazy storytelling!"
Daisy rolls her eyes, "Her actress died! What were they supposed to do?"
"They've recast other characters before. That's no excuse."
Daisy snorts a genuine laugh, rolling her eyes at him again. In the process, they flick past the window, and that's when she seems to get the sense they're not alone, head lifting from where it was rested on her folded arms.
5. I'm something else when I see you [Previous Cruise, Basira got cursed by a Leitner from Sundries]
Wherever you were on the boat when you fell through the crack in reality, you are now stood at the rear of the Atrium, where the edge of the lounge touches the the open space. Beneath your feet is a pool of fresh blood, slowly seeping into the carpet, and if you look behind you there's the body of one Chidi Anagonye, laid on his back with a stab wound in his chest.
In front of you, scattered around the Atrium, are the bodies of several others. A modern Sherlock Holmes bleeding out; Billy Hargrove with that hair of his caked in blood from a head wound; what seems to a mannequin (???) smashed to pieces; and one of the Dean Winchesters with a bullet hole between the eyes.
The source of the carnage is immediately apparent, once you look: a blood-soaked Basira, currently wielding a knife as she goes after a distressed looking Daisy who is doing absolutely nothing to put down the threat.
Multiple others are watching from the railings of the decks above. No one is intervening. Pickles is even eating popcorn.
6. You don't understand, you should never know [Serena Eterna Present Day]
Daisy hasn't been going out much since the incident in the middle of February, but now the new month has come around and she's feeling less like she's going to screw up again, she starts letting herself exist beyond her room again.
She's hesitant to initiate contact with people, but when seen around Windjammers or the gym or the pool or around other public areas, she won't immediately tell people to fuck off. Whether they're here to talk or to have a go at her about the violence, again.
She can also be found lying around as a big blonde wolf, though, when she wants to be out of her room but wants to maybe dodge people realising who she is immediately. A lot less people know that she can be a wolf than have seen her around in her more human shape.
7. How easy you are to need [wildcard]
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bluecitrine or at artisticblueteam#5757/in the discord, whether you're wondering about other memories or want to plot something specific on the ship.
What: Mostly Memshare
When: March
Where: Memories and around the ship
Warnings: Graphic violence and murder, violence against children (by children), police brutality, themes of (supernatural) addiction and starvation, less than stellar attitudes towards other non-humans, etc. etc.
Notes: Hunt Sense Permissions, what does your character smell like/what vibes do they give off? Feel free to flip me to brackets I am comfortable with either style.
In most of these you won't be noticed until you take some kind of noticeable action. HIGH chance of violence up to death in a lot of them, though, on account of who Daisy is as a person and the TMA universe in general. 1 is fairly low-risk, but not zero. 2 is near certain death if you're spotted, 3 and 4 contain risk of violence and/or capture—with odds higher in all three if you're non-human. And 5 is on the last cruise in the middle of a murder spree. If you want to specifically avoid death or want to die, I can work with it.
1. Than to talk to it, talk to it like that [Daisy is touched by the Hunt] (Limit 2)
You emerge from the rift and land on the tightly packed dirt of a cruddy little park somewhere in Wales, the kind of park that's nothing but a scrap of grass and dirt. To the south side, the fence that leads to the cemetery. To the north, the damaged old wire fence of a building site that's fallen into disrepair.
Stood near that old fence stands a young girl, no older than eleven, with a blonde ponytail tied off at the top of her head with a colourful scrunchie and wearing an overall dress over a floral shirt, with torn tights and beaten up trainers. She's pushing up onto her tip toes as if trying to peer further inside the dilapidated building, over the collapsed fence. As if, perhaps, looking for something, or someone.
This is the day Daisy's life changes forever. Yet it looks like almost any other day.
2. Don't give it a hand, offer it a soul [Daily kills Calvin, ascends to full Avatarhood] (Limit 2)
It's late. Last call at the bars back in London proper has come and gone. The woods around you are deep, and dark, and almost unnaturally quiet—until the faint crunch of tyres driving over twigs and leaves sounds in the distance, shortly followed by the sound of slamming car doors.
Footsteps tread a path through the trees, light but weighed down by whatever it is that's making the dragging sound that follows them. After a few moments, a blonde woman—only 5'2", but with lean muscle hidden beneath the dark floral blouse, simple black jeans, and nice coat—comes out of the trees into the clearing you've arrived on the edge of. Behind her, being dragged across the ground, is a barely conscious adult man with almost a foot on her, blood caked into his light brunette hair.
She yanks and throws him down in front of her with strength a woman her size usually wouldn't have, and in the darkness, when the moonlight catches her eyes, they shine like a wolf's.
"Wake up!" she barks, jamming her foot into the man's ribs. He grunts and curls around the kick.
3. Don't let me in with no intention to keep me, jesus christ [Basira tries to convince Daisy to Hunt again]
The Magnus Institute, home to paranormal research, genuine supernatural artefacts, and multiple Avatars of multiple different Fear Entities that seem to have made this place their home—or, more accurately, their fortress. On street level, the place seems as boring and stuffy as any other academic institution, just one with a strange sensation of being watched that you can never quite shake.
A feeling that’s only amplified down here in the Archives, which is where extra-dimensional arrivals appear—hidden amongst the stacks of old archival material and near the makeshift sleeping area the remaining crew have set up next to an old trap door. There’s dust in the air that’s thinner than the tension and a sense that this place is as haunted by tragedy as it is by fear.
Between the stacks are two women. One short and unhealthily skinny, pale and blonde, with wolf-yellow eyes and daisy studs in her ears. The other taller and healthier looking, with brown skin and eyes, wearing a plain hijab. Their clothes are crumpled, and they both look tired.
They both look so very tired.
“I think you should go after them.”
Daisy freezes, the hopelessly flattened pillow she’d been futilely fluffing still in her hands. “You what?”
“I think you should go after them,” Basira repeats, as if that were the long and the short of it rather than the loaded statement that it is. “Trevor and Julia.”
4. I know who I am when I'm alone [Jon and Daisy are just vibing]
The Head Archivist's office is found at the rear of the Archival floor, tucked into a corner that you have to pass through the assistants' workspace to reach. There's a window, with blinds that partially obscure the view inside, and the interior itself is filled with filing cabinets and boxes and notice boards covered in paper, photos, and more.
And there, at the desk in the centre of the room, sits Daisy, looking malnourished and tired and dressed in loose comfortable clothing, plus a man. The man has prematurely greying hair, pock-like scars on his face and hands, one of which is marred by a nasty burn scar, and his throat has clearly been scarred by a knife wound. Hanging from each of their ears is an earbud, both halves of a pair connected to Daisy's iPhone.
"Wait," the man says, with an RP English accent. "Did they just kill Caroline off-screen?"
"Yeah. So what?"
"It's lazy storytelling!"
Daisy rolls her eyes, "Her actress died! What were they supposed to do?"
"They've recast other characters before. That's no excuse."
Daisy snorts a genuine laugh, rolling her eyes at him again. In the process, they flick past the window, and that's when she seems to get the sense they're not alone, head lifting from where it was rested on her folded arms.
5. I'm something else when I see you [Previous Cruise, Basira got cursed by a Leitner from Sundries]
Wherever you were on the boat when you fell through the crack in reality, you are now stood at the rear of the Atrium, where the edge of the lounge touches the the open space. Beneath your feet is a pool of fresh blood, slowly seeping into the carpet, and if you look behind you there's the body of one Chidi Anagonye, laid on his back with a stab wound in his chest.
In front of you, scattered around the Atrium, are the bodies of several others. A modern Sherlock Holmes bleeding out; Billy Hargrove with that hair of his caked in blood from a head wound; what seems to a mannequin (???) smashed to pieces; and one of the Dean Winchesters with a bullet hole between the eyes.
The source of the carnage is immediately apparent, once you look: a blood-soaked Basira, currently wielding a knife as she goes after a distressed looking Daisy who is doing absolutely nothing to put down the threat.
Multiple others are watching from the railings of the decks above. No one is intervening. Pickles is even eating popcorn.
6. You don't understand, you should never know [Serena Eterna Present Day]
Daisy hasn't been going out much since the incident in the middle of February, but now the new month has come around and she's feeling less like she's going to screw up again, she starts letting herself exist beyond her room again.
She's hesitant to initiate contact with people, but when seen around Windjammers or the gym or the pool or around other public areas, she won't immediately tell people to fuck off. Whether they're here to talk or to have a go at her about the violence, again.
She can also be found lying around as a big blonde wolf, though, when she wants to be out of her room but wants to maybe dodge people realising who she is immediately. A lot less people know that she can be a wolf than have seen her around in her more human shape.
7. How easy you are to need [wildcard]
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