come_sailaway | 1st Race

Who: Kiriya Kujo and you!
When: Late May.
Where: All over the ship, locations in prompts.
What: Kiriya gets his bearings
Warnings: Possible discussions of death, possible body horror depending on how you want to look at a kids' show transformation trinket turning a dude into a motorcycle.

Kiriya looks like he's dressed for the part of a guy on a cruise, at least. He's wearing a loud floral-print shirt with a maroon leather jacket lazily draped around his shoulders, torn jeans, and some sneakers with no socks. He's got a pair of round-framed sunglasses clipped to the collar of his shirt, and he's moving around the ship with all the energy of a gawky tourist. This is the perfect cover for not letting anyone know that he's a bit alarmed thinking he should be dead and wondering if Hell is actually a cruise ship. The unnerving nature of the onboarding was not lost on him, and now he might as well figure out where the hell he's found himself.

[All and Sundries]
Surely this has got to be some sort of weird trick. Kiriya is systematically examining all of the merchandise while trying to appear very casual about doing so. He might remove all of the books from a rack or toiletries from a shelf, but he'll put it all back, too. Eventually, he'll figure out how to "buy" a bag of chips and a tube of sunscreen. He feels like that might come in handy later on. As things stand now, he is pretty sure the dead can get sunburned.

[The Infinite Tommy Bahama]
Alright, this is weird. Uncomfortably weird. This store is entirely too large and absolutely should not be occupying this much space. Not that Kiriya is visibly letting that show. He grabs a loud shirt that somehow manages to be even more obnoxious than the one he's already wearing. "You see that? That's a great shirt. Excellent pattern." Why yes, he will absolutly start just chatting away with a stranger like this is all fine.

[Morgue]
This is probably the last place one might expect to find a guy who looks like he's leaning hard into Tourist Mode, but look, Kiriya's spent a lot of time in morgues. When you're a coroner, that just comes with the territory. He seems perfectly at ease as he opens the cabinets where bodies might be, because he is absolutely being nosy in a professional capacity. He'd look for his own corpse, but he doesn't think he left one behind.

[Sports Deck]
He's looking out at the running track. He should not be thinking of doing what he's thinking of doing. There is no point to thinking of doing what he's thinking of doing. But the idea of making sure his equipment still works after all this might not be a bad idea; better to test that out now than to run into an actual problem and find that the Gamer Driver's failed him.

Threaded | Flat

Sarge spends a lot of his time on the sports deck, whether training someone in self-defense or just plain exercising. He's used to other people showing up, and usually vacates the place unless they're someone he's relatively comfortable with.

But this isn't someone he recognizes. And he knows every face on this ship-- unless they're new. So he pauses in his one-armed push-ups, climbs to his feet, and collects a water bottle before approaching warily.

"I'm not really that fond of the patterns. It's so garish and not really all that well made." He is not a fan really. And then a welcoming, if faint, smile as if he's somewhat distracted. "You must be new here." Or at least, Stede hasn't seen him before.

"I don't think anyone has died recently if that's what you're looking for." That soft, modulated voice is coming from the clearly metal person leaning against the doorway. While Kiriya is in full on cruise wear, Maximilien is wearing a $90,000 suit and looks like he might have just come from an executive board room. Definitely the two people dressed the least like they belong in this area.

Why is Max lurking around the morgue? Well that's none of anyone's concern.

So a six-foot-tall skeleton walks into the All & Sundries. There's no punchline or anything, just Skulduggery awkwardly pausing at the front of the shop, having realized that the person at the register is somebody he's never seen before. New passengers have a tendency to... "react," let's say, to a walking, talking skeleton dressed in a nice suit, and he's not sure he's up for all of that.

But he's also got to make sure there's soap in his cabin for the unwashed masses that randomly drop by. So... Time to be helpful?

"You only have to pretend to buy things," he says, in a perfectly normal, reasonable tone, like this all is perfectly normal or reasonable. "Everything aboard is free."

Sports deck

The Infinite Tommy Bahama

Morgue

All & Sundries