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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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"No." No hesitation to that. "I go home and the Hunt has me. I let it back in right before I woke back up here again. Here, I can still snap out of a Hunt. Back there... I'm gone. Not even dead. Worse."
Everything that makes her anything but the Hunt will be completely subsumed by it. Drowned in blood.
"Even made someone promise to kill me. Which, yeah, alright, fucking— two nickels or whatever." You know since she asked Erin to kill her and everything.
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Siffleur telling her to kill him should she need the boost. Daisy's issues aren't so different from hers, much as she hates to admit it.
"Unfortunately for us, dying solves nothing."
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"Would've at home. Y'know it used to bother me, that I could actually die here? Got used to being the scariest bitch in the room. And then here." She rolls her eyes. "But you're right. Death means less than nothing here."
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"After a point, Avatars can't die to just... anyone. Normal humans? No chance. Couldn't even scar me. You'd need another Hunter. Maybe someone slaughter-y. A reaper. But Hunters— we're the only ones that can kill anyone."
So the boat was a downgrade in... a couple of ways. Any son of a bitch with a gun could kill her, and there were the odd folks who could actually match her anyway.
She laughs, a little. "You know, the most humiliating thing? Getting killed by superpowered kids. Ugh. So stupid."
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It's true that invincibility doesn't exist here, anything could happen. She could slip up or make a fatal mistake in any battle.
"I mean, at least they aren't complete mortals?"
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"I guess, but you try getting murdered by a twelve-year-old. See how you feel. Fucking humiliating." Daisy shakes her head, taking a swig from her glass before adding: "Also. Saying something's 'hidden quite well' sounds like inviting it to backfire."
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She smiles at the comment about the weapon.
"I'm sure it may backfire eventually, but it is with someone I trust and I don't even know where it has been hidden."
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Daisy shrugs a shoulder. "Still sounds like a recipe for disaster to me. Sundries thing?"
She's guessing she wasn't carrying around something besides her own weapon that can permanently kill her in a world where that's possible when she arrived on the ship.
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Daisy arches a brow at her, just slightly. "Sense of humour. That's one thing to call it."
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Daisy does seem to be in an overall better mood than she has been in the past, Valdis wonders if something changed or if she's just adjusting better.
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"Ugh, I dunno. Most of what I get is tapes from home and random bits of— stuff connected to them. Nothing good's on those tapes." Except for the little moments that sometimes get captured, but... "And then there's the muzzle. So. Sick sense of humour, at least."
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Daisy snorts softly. "Think it had to pick that up from an interdimensional bakery?" It's a very dry joke. Mostly. "Only nicer stuff I've ever got in years here were clothes from home, and new episodes of a show. Rest's shit."
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She hums, thinking of other things.
"It is mostly things from home, but...a lot of dresses that I didn't have, so...I don't really know how it works. What we desire or 'wish' for I guess."
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"Mm. Max's baking might've spoiled me," she half-jokes, then, shaking her head, "Sounds like bullshit to me. I don't desire or wish for tapes about the darkest parts of my life. Let alone the stuff that comes with them."
Like the knife she held to a good friend's throat once upon a time. Or her dirty clothes from the Buried.
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"Then if 'desire's meant to play into it, it's doing a bad job." Daisy sighs, throwing back the remainder of her drink. "Didn't even know the Erda was a thing until all. This."
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She notices that Daisy's finished with her drink and sighs. It's probably time for her to go on another streak of no drinking. It's such a heathy habit she's developed.
"I'm sure things will get more exciting shortly."
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"Bet they will," Daisy sighs. "Just waiting to see how exciting."
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"Yeah."
She slips off the stool.
"Good lucky, Daisy. With whatever comes next."