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come_sailaway2023-05-09 06:51 pm
redlightgreenlight) wrote in come_sailaway2023-05-09 06:51 pm
All That Noise, And All That Sound
Who: Valdis and Open
What: Catch All
When: Month of May
Where: All over
Warnings: In starters
And birds go flying at the speed of sound | Open | CW: None
It’s midnight, a time when no one else should be awake, but of course someone always is. Valdis stands at the mic in the empty Chatterbox. The karaoke machine isn’t here, but the mic works well enough without it, and she doesn’t really want anyone to hear. But if they do, she doesn’t care. She takes a breath, and begins to sing. Even if her voice breaks from time to time, it’s a pretty enough sound, but she still won’t be winning The Voice anytime soon. She’ll be there several times throughout the month, cycling through a few different songs always at midnight. Valdis does mind an audience, so the best way to hear the whole song is to simply wait until the end before bothering her.
To show you how it all began | Open | CW: lots of drinking
Valdis sits at Hurikane, or Stan the Man as the sign now says, dressed in a beautiful, red, off the shoulder ball gown. Her hair is as fancy as she can do it when working with what she can find in the spa and on the promenade. She’s wearing a small paper tiara, and a pair of red satin heels lies discarded under the table. She’s smiling and up for a chat with nearly anyone. Most notable is the three empty bottles of flavored vodka sitting on the table, there is also an entire chocolate cake that she stole from somewhere. There’s no sign that she’s cutting slices though as the only other implement is a fork. She’s humming to herself and working on the fourth bottle of flavored vodka. If you know her, you know she can’t get drunk, if you don’t, well, you’d be forgiven if you tried to cut her off. If you want cake, she’ll probably let you have some.
Birds came flying from the underground | Open | CW: None
On one occasion the sports deck is mostly empty this morning, except for Valdis playing with various practice swords on the dummies. Eventually, she grows tired of moving slow and simply practicing forms, and draws Revelations from its sheath. With a single, effortless swipe she slices through the dummy, and then another, leaving none for anyone else. It’s been too long since she’s been able to cross blades with anyone worthy, and now Yato is gone.
On another day, she sits cross legged in the sunlight, eyes closed, meditating in silence, thinking of everyone they lost. Her desire for vengeance faded quickly upon the sight of Sparkles crying in Fio’s arms. He was just a child sealed in the darkness, like she had once been…She’s so tired of finding common ground with people who should be enemies.
If you could see it then you'd understand | Open | CW: None
Sometimes, Valdis is just reading by the pool, or, well, rereading Sherlock Holmes. Again. There’s a fruity drink sitting next to her and she is mostly trying to ignore everyone passing by.
Other days she can be found around the ship reading, drawing, meditating or just testing different aspects. She knows things have changed, but just how much she isn’t sure.
Wildcard | Open | PM to Discuss or Just go for it!
What: Catch All
When: Month of May
Where: All over
Warnings: In starters
And birds go flying at the speed of sound | Open | CW: None
It’s midnight, a time when no one else should be awake, but of course someone always is. Valdis stands at the mic in the empty Chatterbox. The karaoke machine isn’t here, but the mic works well enough without it, and she doesn’t really want anyone to hear. But if they do, she doesn’t care. She takes a breath, and begins to sing. Even if her voice breaks from time to time, it’s a pretty enough sound, but she still won’t be winning The Voice anytime soon. She’ll be there several times throughout the month, cycling through a few different songs always at midnight. Valdis does mind an audience, so the best way to hear the whole song is to simply wait until the end before bothering her.
To show you how it all began | Open | CW: lots of drinking
Valdis sits at Hurikane, or Stan the Man as the sign now says, dressed in a beautiful, red, off the shoulder ball gown. Her hair is as fancy as she can do it when working with what she can find in the spa and on the promenade. She’s wearing a small paper tiara, and a pair of red satin heels lies discarded under the table. She’s smiling and up for a chat with nearly anyone. Most notable is the three empty bottles of flavored vodka sitting on the table, there is also an entire chocolate cake that she stole from somewhere. There’s no sign that she’s cutting slices though as the only other implement is a fork. She’s humming to herself and working on the fourth bottle of flavored vodka. If you know her, you know she can’t get drunk, if you don’t, well, you’d be forgiven if you tried to cut her off. If you want cake, she’ll probably let you have some.
Birds came flying from the underground | Open | CW: None
On one occasion the sports deck is mostly empty this morning, except for Valdis playing with various practice swords on the dummies. Eventually, she grows tired of moving slow and simply practicing forms, and draws Revelations from its sheath. With a single, effortless swipe she slices through the dummy, and then another, leaving none for anyone else. It’s been too long since she’s been able to cross blades with anyone worthy, and now Yato is gone.
On another day, she sits cross legged in the sunlight, eyes closed, meditating in silence, thinking of everyone they lost. Her desire for vengeance faded quickly upon the sight of Sparkles crying in Fio’s arms. He was just a child sealed in the darkness, like she had once been…She’s so tired of finding common ground with people who should be enemies.
If you could see it then you'd understand | Open | CW: None
Sometimes, Valdis is just reading by the pool, or, well, rereading Sherlock Holmes. Again. There’s a fruity drink sitting next to her and she is mostly trying to ignore everyone passing by.
Other days she can be found around the ship reading, drawing, meditating or just testing different aspects. She knows things have changed, but just how much she isn’t sure.
Wildcard | Open | PM to Discuss or Just go for it!