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Honoria Crabb ([personal profile] pointofhonoria) wrote in [community profile] come_sailaway2023-03-17 03:25 am

And I'm tryin' my best to believe in the best left in me [OPEN]

Who: Honoria Crabb & you!
What: Mostly memshare
When: March
Where: Memories & the Serena Eterna
Warnings: Nothing really to start off, added as we go
Notes: Feel free to flip me to brackets I am comfortable with either style. The only prompt with any particularly notable risk of death is Prosperity Bridge, and only if things get screwed up majorly.


1. Oh your cryin's a test of the veins, of my fluid beliefs [4v1 fight, day she met Tom Broadfoot]

Gallery, in the dead of winter. New South Gallery Orphanage, or, more accurately the burned down husk of the old orphanage next door. The ground is covered in a thick layer of snow and there are children playing in places they shouldn't be, but none have strayed within the fenced off perimeter that Crabb is currently exploring.

She doesn't notice the arrival of four other adults until they're already there with her, two coming from the same gap in the fence she did and two more coming from behind her. The two men behind her are nondescript thugs she doesn't recognise, but the ginger woman and tall man are a different story.

"Y'know, I'm actually glad to see you two. Felt like I left a job half-done back at the bulletin—"

"Ooh, sounds like fun," the ginger woman taunts, "but I was thinking instead that Cork and the fellas here could go ahead and stomp you into something a little more lumpy. Something to show your boss at City Hall he needs to keep his beak out. And for me?" She pulls out a knife, holding it up like a demonstration. Crabb grits her teeth, already squaring up for a fight that only seems inevitable. "Well, see, I met this Lady back in the pen, and she's paying out large to anybody who can put another scar on that big face of yours. And I'm saving up for a new flat."

It's then that the four legbreakers move, and Crabb has to think fast to avoid getting killed right here and now.

2. When people burn bridges, the rivers, they don't seem to mind [Prosperity Bridge, the night it collapses]

Prosperity Bridge. Eight minutes to nine o'clock.

Prosperity is a hub for the rich socialites of Gallery. Fine dining, high-end shopping, a place to show off and be shown off to; a place for the upper crust to socialise and hold themselves separate from the rest of the city around them. A place that is mere minutes away from crumbling out from under their feet.

Unbeknownst to anyone here tonight, there is already a fight for their lives ongoing in the clock tower. A fight that will ultimately only end partially in their favour, preventing the bridge from collapsing quite as quickly as the Black Note intends.

Well. One person outside that clock-tower knows. Crabb arrives in a skidding frenzy, automobile coming to a screeching stop across from the tower and in front of an employee. She clambers out of the car, looking up toward the tower.

"E-Excuse me! Ma'am you cannot park your automobile here—" The poor employee protests, only for her to shut the door. "Ma'am! I said—"

But Crabb's distracted, listening to a strange, high-pitched eeeeeeeeeee sound coming from above, "Wait. Shut up. I know that sound—" Right then, a spiderweb crack appears between the 7 and 8 marks on the clock, and without a second more to waste Crabb turns and grabs the guy by his collar. "Listen to me. You gotta take me to your manager's office right bleedin' now. 'Cause there's a real good chance this bridge's minutes are numbered."

3. There's a violence I've found, in the regular things left behind [Margrave Ballroom Fundraiser, date with Tom]

The Margrave Building Ballroom. Extravagant and lustrous and filled with members of Gallerian High Society milling around discussing the latest theories about Lavender Jack, the Black Note and frankly paying very little attention to the supposed point of the evening: fundraising for the South Gallery Orphanage.

Honoria Crabb and Tom Broadfoot stand out like a sore thumb, sat where they are at the bar, dressed in police dress-blues and a cheap suit that don't match up to the glamour of those around them. Both even look like they feel out of place, sticking by each other and generally keeping out of the way rather than mingling.

"Cute," Crabb sneers, watching the politicians on stage. "Not every day you see a wolf making nice with a bear."

"Plenty of livestock to go around, I guess," Tom sighs, and Crabb snorts a grim laugh.

4. And I'm tryin' my best to believe in the best left in me [Bastrop Manor] (Sols will hop in to play Ducky, unless someone has any objections to a 3-way!)

It's two in the morning, and Crabb and Ducky are waiting for Bastrop to return from a mission, of sorts. Crabb seems fairly comfortable, here, with her police uniform's jacket shed, her tie tossed aside, and her sleeves rolled up where she and Ducky have been playing chess between cups of coffee. Speculative chatter about parts of the case has been most of the fare tonight, though Crabb's found herself drifting more and more into more mundane topics the more tired she gets.

They are the only people in this entire manor, hidden away in the canopy with a giant telescope and Bastrop's tools. The mansion is expansive and silent.

Until, of course, you arrive.

5. Oh this world is a mess [Blue Horsehoe Pub, mundane day]

In this memory, Crabb looks the closest to the Crabb that everyone knows from the boat. No police uniform, no skirts, just her go-to white button down, brown trousers with suspenders and her trenchcoat draped over the stool underneath her. Her tie is loosened a little and she's at ease, at the bar, wielding a glass of mid-tier whiskey and chatting occasionally with the tall, muscular blonde man who serves as the place's bartender.

It's a matter of business, more than it really is about relaxation; Ducky isn't here to come and gather information that Masters has picked up anymore, so while Johnny continues to run the high-society end of things, Crabb's taken to coming down to the Blue Horseshoe to see if there's anything they need to know.

It is, however, still one of the few things she does that comes close to taking any time off, during this stretch of her life. And there's space at the bar beside her.

6. But it's prettier, than what lies beneath [Serena Eterna]

Crabb is trying her best to hide the fact that this 'reality breaking apart at the seams' thing is actually shaking her up more than she'd be proud to admit. There's a part of her that can't help but wonder if this is her doing, at least in part, what with Friday MIA thanks to her actions and after she smudged the sigils in the first place. Sure, there's the whole feeding a corpse to a ghost thing, and who knows what else, but...

So, she's doing what she does best. Bury it in other work. She tries to keep track of memories she's been into or had entered, she tries to see if there's any sort of pattern (not as far as she can see), she even tries to dip back into her project writing up the story of Lavender Jack, but she's still a bit all over the place no matter what she does.

Find her in any of her usual spots around the ship, places like Windjammer or the Drunken Sailor, Tauva, the Library, the gym and sports deck, or just around.

7. Oh where do I go from here [wildcard]

Find me at [plurk.com profile] bluecitrine or at artisticblueteam#5757/in the discord.
be_seeing_you: (somber)

[personal profile] be_seeing_you 2023-03-21 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
"My apologies, Special Inspector Crabb," Number 6 says coolly as if he hasn't just upended her entire world. "I knew that if I'd tried to warn you any other way it wouldn't have been nearly so effective."

He puts and arm under hers to steady her, and reaches for the whiskey he'd set down. "Here. This is for you."
be_seeing_you: (skeptical)

[personal profile] be_seeing_you 2023-03-23 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know this is quite a shock," Number 6 tells her sympathetically. "And I'm sorry to have to deliver it to you this way. But, while I am in the business of doing so, I'll add that I believe this man, Cragen, is planning to blackmail an associate who goes by the name Johnny Summer. I mean to put a stop to that and all other nefarious plans he may have."

Now, Number 6 levels his hard glare at the man. He must give Cragen this much credit; he is keeping his cool remarkably well, considering. Perhaps he hopes to avoid attention, to slip out of the crowd and disappear. Well, they can't have that.

"Please drink your whiskey, Special Inspector, and allow me to give this man one last 'message'." It will not be with words.

He winds up with his fist clenched, and lets fly a punch aimed right at the exposed part of the man's face. Try to keep the crowd from noticing that.

be_seeing_you: (suss)

[personal profile] be_seeing_you 2023-03-26 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
That split-second moment of fury he spots in the eyes of his enemy is satisfying beyond words. Burn, he thinks, as his fist connects, watch all your plots go to ruin right before you.

And he relishes this fight. Cragen launches at him, but he's more than ready. He easily dodges the first throw Cragen makes at him, and goes low to hammer the man in his gut, hoping to knock the wind from him. He'll follow that up with a jab to the side of his head, meant to disorient and stun. He wants to keep this man right here, for all to see, as he raises his voice to the crowd.

"You see this man? This wolf in sheep's clothing? He has been lying to all of you. But now the truth is revealed. Tom Broadfoot is dead. And this is his murderer!" At that last, Number 6 does turn sympathetically to Crabb again and says, apologetically, "I'm very sorry you're learning it this way."
be_seeing_you: (conversational)

[personal profile] be_seeing_you 2023-03-30 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
"That'a girl," Number 6 says approvingly. He can see that fire lit behind her eyes, so he steps clear to let her have at it.

That crack is utterly satisfying. He'd held back, wanting to give her the honor of breaking a jaw or a nose. Maybe both. It's her right.

While she 'interrogates' him, Number 6 turns to the bartender again. "Another two whiskey, if you please? Make them double."
be_seeing_you: (smug)

[personal profile] be_seeing_you 2023-03-31 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. Wrong move, Number 6 thinks to himself cheerfully when he hears Cragen utter that first name. He's watching this like he's ringside at boxing match, taking a casual drink of his whiskey just as the crack of the man's jaw reverberates trough the air. He lifts his drink to her in cheers as the man slides down the bar to the floor in a heap.

"Let us just say that it is my occupation to know things," he tells her in a low voice that won't carry. "More than that, I cannot divulge."



be_seeing_you: (conversational)

[personal profile] be_seeing_you 2023-04-01 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, well, it was more fun this way." He laughs dryly as she pushes Cragen back down with her boot. "The publicity was, arguably, necessary to keep him from weaseling out of it. I have the utmost confidence that you will be able to sort it out from here."

He looks to the side when he notices a flicker. Ah, that must be the crack opening up. Just in time.

"I'm afraid you will have to handle that part without me. I really should be going before reinforcements arrive to ask me some difficult questions." He stands up and throws back the last of his drink. Once he's set that aside, he offers her his hand. "It was a pleasure. I wish you the best."
be_seeing_you: (smug)

[personal profile] be_seeing_you 2023-04-01 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
What a tight grip she has. Seems she isn't so eager to let him go just like that. Not that he's surprised. He doesn't flinch, doesn't even act as if he's felt the pressure increase.

"As a matter of fact, I do. When I can get away with it." The smirk on his face as he says it... there's not an ounce of guilt to be seen. "It might become awkward for both of us if I stay. I cannot divulge how I knew this information. So, I think it would be best if you claimed full credit for this. the paperwork would be simpler, don't you agree?"
be_seeing_you: (direct stare)

[personal profile] be_seeing_you 2023-04-01 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes. Simpler. I guarantee it." Since he is a ghost in this world and no amount of checking his identity will fix that problem. Best of luck to anyone who tries.

"You'll tell them you noticed something odd in the light. A blemish that led you to look closer. That's when you realized he was wearing the mask. You ripped it off, saw him for who he was beneath, and rightly laid into him for the deception. He fought back and you were forced to break his nose. If any of the witnesses insist that there was a man involved, well, you know how chaotic things can become in a fight."
be_seeing_you: (smug as shit)

[personal profile] be_seeing_you 2023-04-04 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
"No. I don't suspect you will. I'm counting on it." He smiles, and it's a frustratingly enigmatic smile. "I'll be seeing you."

With that, he turns and walks away into the crack. For that one moment of transition, it must have been quite confusing for her. But it's over now, and here he is back on the ship. He wonders how long it's going to take her to come looking for him. Maybe he'll go to Tauva and have a drink while he waits.
be_seeing_you: (sassy smile)

[personal profile] be_seeing_you 2023-04-07 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"You didn't?" He asks, smugly. He's not going to bother pretending that wasn't a top-five moment for him watching her deck that man until he couldn't stand.
be_seeing_you: (smug as shit)

[personal profile] be_seeing_you 2023-04-12 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
"My gift to you, then. A much more satisfying memory to dwell on." It was satisfying. So satisfying.

"You pack quite a punch, I must say. You and I ought to box. I could use the challenge."
be_seeing_you: (sassy smile)

[personal profile] be_seeing_you 2023-04-13 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Best remedy that." She can order her own this time.

"If you wanted to be trained, that could be arranged. In my younger days, I was on an Olympic boxing team." So, he's got the chops for it. "Learning some technique to put behind that power would make you formidable indeed."

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