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come_sailaway2023-05-15 12:30 am
hadnoright) wrote in come_sailaway2023-05-15 12:30 am
My bad habits don't heal [OPEN]
Who: Daisy Tonner & you!
What: Daisy's... dealing?
When: May???
Where: Various places around the ship
Warnings: Mild passive suicidal thoughts, possible references to police brutality, possible poor attitude towards other non-humans/left-of-human types, others added in subject lines
Notes: Hunt Sense Permissions, what does your character smell like? Feel free to flip me to brackets I am comfortable with either style.
1. I'm coming down with something [Laundry Room]
Daisy is sat on top of one of the machines. It's running. Sometimes, so is the tape recorder that sits next to her. She doesn't turn off the tape if people come in. No one will be able to understand it well enough for it to matter. The audio that floats out of the speaker is, frankly, nearly unintelligible; it's distorted horribly, and even what little sense you can make of the contents doesn't actually make sense out of context. The sound of growling and gore and Daisy laughing manically. Questions like 'do you even know what a hand is?'. Strange, unnatural voices. An explosion.
The Unknowing made no more sense from the inside than it does out of it, but Daisy keeps playing it over and over anyway. Sometimes, she rewinds and replays one part a few times in a row: Her own growling and laughter, the sound of a creaking hinge, and an exaggerated cockney accent saying: "Almost a shame you don’t know your own coffin. But you will. You will."
If the trend continues, she knows which tape will come next. After that... after that she's not sure.
Should you walk in at the end of a wash cycle, you might find her pulling out sopping wet and yet still inexplicably filthy clothes. A practical t-shirt and jeans, a jacket, even some old trainers. Caked in dirt. With a frustrated growl, Daisy throws them back into the machine and starts another wash cycle.
2. I lost my own respect [Stan the Man]
The bars are back the way they used to be.
Stan the Man, Rainbow Renly, Bobby B's. It's not like she'd ever really got used to calling them by the bastardisations of Jenny's brothers names—old habits die hard, and all that—but it's still weird to see the change. Feels like being back on her first cruise again, but she isn't.
She's the only one left who ever was, now. The only one who remembers what it was like. Even Jenny's off, reunited with her brothers (and oh doesn't that sting, when Daisy still remembers watching Basira die before Jenny got her too?). She doubts there will ever be anyone else, not after all the hourglasses got smashed. How many souls from her voyage are still down there? How many of them were finally set free?
Why is she the only one left when she wanted nothing more than to be done with it all?
For the first time since she reappeared on the boat, when Daisy takes a seat inHurikane Stan's she orders actual alcohol and starts drinking. It won't get her drunk, not unless she really pushes it, but it's just that kind of month.
3. My hands, they wander off [Calgona Spa]
Daisy is painting her claws.
They can look like a particularly sharp manicure at a glance already, and painting them in pastels, brights, iridescents, even adding patterns (especially, predictably, daisies) is a habit she developed after they became prominent. Part of that front of hers, the soft, pretty things layered over strength and violence. A way to draw attention away from the little inhuman things that piled up over time, make her look and feel more human.
So maybe it says something about how she's feeling that she's in and out of the spa changing the varnish every few days, this month.
Anyone who comes in at the same time will get a passing look and maybe a wave of wiggling fingers, flashing the claws. "Don't worry. Won't be any slashing from me until they're done drying."
It's a very dry joke. Perhaps an inadvisable joke, but a joke nonetheless.
4. I'm not afraid of death [Pool Deck]
Daisy is floating in the pool in a tankini. She's staring up at the sky, or, occasionally, lying on her front staring at the bottom of the pool in a way that might look just a little bit concerning to a passer-by. It's fine, she technically doesn't need to breathe, it's just more comfortable to.
Still means she's sometimes lying face down in the pool though.
5. I'm just afraid of feeling numb [wildcard]
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What: Daisy's... dealing?
When: May???
Where: Various places around the ship
Warnings: Mild passive suicidal thoughts, possible references to police brutality, possible poor attitude towards other non-humans/left-of-human types, others added in subject lines
Notes: Hunt Sense Permissions, what does your character smell like? Feel free to flip me to brackets I am comfortable with either style.
1. I'm coming down with something [Laundry Room]
Daisy is sat on top of one of the machines. It's running. Sometimes, so is the tape recorder that sits next to her. She doesn't turn off the tape if people come in. No one will be able to understand it well enough for it to matter. The audio that floats out of the speaker is, frankly, nearly unintelligible; it's distorted horribly, and even what little sense you can make of the contents doesn't actually make sense out of context. The sound of growling and gore and Daisy laughing manically. Questions like 'do you even know what a hand is?'. Strange, unnatural voices. An explosion.
The Unknowing made no more sense from the inside than it does out of it, but Daisy keeps playing it over and over anyway. Sometimes, she rewinds and replays one part a few times in a row: Her own growling and laughter, the sound of a creaking hinge, and an exaggerated cockney accent saying: "Almost a shame you don’t know your own coffin. But you will. You will."
If the trend continues, she knows which tape will come next. After that... after that she's not sure.
Should you walk in at the end of a wash cycle, you might find her pulling out sopping wet and yet still inexplicably filthy clothes. A practical t-shirt and jeans, a jacket, even some old trainers. Caked in dirt. With a frustrated growl, Daisy throws them back into the machine and starts another wash cycle.
2. I lost my own respect [Stan the Man]
The bars are back the way they used to be.
Stan the Man, Rainbow Renly, Bobby B's. It's not like she'd ever really got used to calling them by the bastardisations of Jenny's brothers names—old habits die hard, and all that—but it's still weird to see the change. Feels like being back on her first cruise again, but she isn't.
She's the only one left who ever was, now. The only one who remembers what it was like. Even Jenny's off, reunited with her brothers (and oh doesn't that sting, when Daisy still remembers watching Basira die before Jenny got her too?). She doubts there will ever be anyone else, not after all the hourglasses got smashed. How many souls from her voyage are still down there? How many of them were finally set free?
Why is she the only one left when she wanted nothing more than to be done with it all?
For the first time since she reappeared on the boat, when Daisy takes a seat in
3. My hands, they wander off [Calgona Spa]
Daisy is painting her claws.
They can look like a particularly sharp manicure at a glance already, and painting them in pastels, brights, iridescents, even adding patterns (especially, predictably, daisies) is a habit she developed after they became prominent. Part of that front of hers, the soft, pretty things layered over strength and violence. A way to draw attention away from the little inhuman things that piled up over time, make her look and feel more human.
So maybe it says something about how she's feeling that she's in and out of the spa changing the varnish every few days, this month.
Anyone who comes in at the same time will get a passing look and maybe a wave of wiggling fingers, flashing the claws. "Don't worry. Won't be any slashing from me until they're done drying."
It's a very dry joke. Perhaps an inadvisable joke, but a joke nonetheless.
4. I'm not afraid of death [Pool Deck]
Daisy is floating in the pool in a tankini. She's staring up at the sky, or, occasionally, lying on her front staring at the bottom of the pool in a way that might look just a little bit concerning to a passer-by. It's fine, she technically doesn't need to breathe, it's just more comfortable to.
Still means she's sometimes lying face down in the pool though.
5. I'm just afraid of feeling numb [wildcard]
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"I'm too heavy to float like you do. 's why I can't swim. Could figure out how to anchor you, if you wanted to hang down there too," he offers.
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"Some kind of weight would probably do it. Not sure what, though." She keeps looking down at the pool floor and her own legs as they drift in and out of view whilst treading water. "What are you, anyway? Been on this ship longer than any other passenger still here, at this point. Seen a lot of... unusual types. Never anyone like you though."
Some people don't ask. Daisy is not one of those people.
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The question isn't the most uncommon at least, and someone that's only seen him once in less than ideal circumstances would certainly have concerns, he's sure.
"'m Wayne," he responds with a mild shrug. "It's both a name and a species. As far as I can tell, I'm the only person from my plane that's here."
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Daisy, being possible one of the least touchy people on the entire boat, doesn't even register that he's making a specific comment on his own hand being specifically uncomfortable to hold. She just shrugs a shoulder. "Might be something around. Or I just see how long I can manage it without help."
"Name and species seems. Confusing. Though. Not around here if you're alone, but."
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"After a while we start renaming ourselves and changing out appearances enough to be told apart. It's not that bad. My sister changed her name entirely."
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"Guess that solves it. Still feels like calling a human... human, though. Or 'infant' or something."
Then, with no warning, she ducks underwater completely, a stream of bubbles erupting above her as she exhales all of the air in her lungs. Between that and a little extra push from her arms, she sinks and actually stays put. She pushes back up to the surface quicker than she actually needs to, though, and instinctively takes a big breath as she breaches, wiping her hair back from her face again.
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Wayne watches her expelling all of her air, mouth briefly opening to ask if she would actually be okay like that. Then she's gone, and he's left watching her until she ends up having to surface again.
"I can check if there's something down there you can hold onto," he offers.
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"Sure, if you want. Think I could stay down longer than you think, though. Even without. Without air in my lungs I was just kind of... floating at the bottom. Came back up 'cuz I figured I'd look like I was drowning otherwise."
She doesn't exactly care much about freaking someone she basically just met out with the assumption, she wouldn't float face-down in the pool if she cared about that, but she'd rather not any awkward rescue attempts.
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"Maybe if you do that and we're both there it'd be assumed that it's all copacetic?" After all, enough people have seen him down there by now to know he's perfectly fine.
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Daisy nods her head to the side. "Maybe. Probably. If someone dives in that's on them."
If nothing else, the ship got a lesson in how hard it is to kill Daisy a couple months back.
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Daisy huffs. "You were here first, it's whatever. Even I don't have it in me to give a shit about something that small. I'm a rotten bitch but I'm a very tired rotten bitch."
She's mellowed out a lot since the coffin, even if she... well, has her moments. More here than she did at home, seeing as existence here is often designed to drive a person mad.
"You wanna dive back down, go for it. Might even come down in a minute."
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"I don't think you're particularly rotten or a bitch. Everyone has their bad moments. Definitely agreed on being tired, though. Hopefully we'll get to rest for a while before the cycle starts happening again."
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Daisy huffs softly. "My 'bad moments' have been most of my life. Just trying to stop them from being all of it." A sigh. "Anyway. Hopefully."
With that she's happy to just let him go under again, giving a sort of mock salute if he does. Either way she'll spend a while just listening to the cacophony of the ship, never paying much attention to any one thing, before at some point pushing herself back underwater and coming to float on the bottom a little ways away.
It's quiet. Daisy relaxes.