And everything I stir into my tea, comes back to conquer me

[decohere]

Who: Ava and whoever

When: Early June

Where: Various

Summary: More Cute! More Fun! Pre-camping ponderings. Possibly some thievery! 

Warnings: Currently none

i. NOT TOO BAD - (closed to Ed)
Ava narrows her eyes suspiciously as she reads over the changed details of the new yet shamelessly the same sign up sheet. Is it really that simple? Or is it just a false sense of security to lure more people in, fall for the same trick twice. It's got to be different, right? Somebody's been texting that annoying call for unity letter around, and she doubts they'd be given much a chance to attempt pulling it off.

She traces her finger over where she'd written her name before, now covered in a scribble, and ponders whether she ought to put her name back on the list.

"What do you think?" she asks, aware of the presence of somebody nearby, turning her glance and, oh, it's Blackbeard. She smiles.

ii. DOOM SCROLLING - (ota)
Since the new sign up sheet went out, Ava periodically checks back to see who else has added their name, how many more are willing to chance the excursion. If it's anyone she knows, what their plans might be to prepare.

"Are you worried?" she asks, either to somebody that's just signed up, or somebody that's instead turned away.

iii. INTO THE WOODS?
Back in the library, Ava is flipping through books that might take place in a forest, involves camping. Mostly she's going by covers, as much as she knows the old saying not to judge a book by one. A lot of them seem to be horror stories, but there's plenty of fairy tales that take place in the woods as well.

This really isn't getting her anywhere at all, and she gives a frustrated sigh at her growing pile, resigning herself to the fact they'll be eaten by bears or sacrificed in some weird ritual and there's nothing she can really do to prepare. The book in her hands gives her a confused pause though.

"You ever go on vacation?" she asks whoever else in the library.

iv. FINDERS KEEPERS? - (ota)
Other passengers seem to keep getting all sorts of neat stuff, and Ava has no idea why all she's gotten so far is some giant Hello Kitty. Is she doing something wrong? Is she supposed to want things a bit harder? Does whoever summon those gifts simply not like her? Is her player just too lazy?

Whatever, Ava knows one whole way to get what she wants. Stealing. She'll lurk about in common areas and the hallways, invisible, watching to see if anyone's got anything neat worth taking. Better not turn your attention, or she's going for it.

Alternatively, she might find another reason to spy on your character. Are they looking suspicious? Up to anything odd? Having a hushed conversation? (Feel free to even link to another thread that she's welcome to come spy on!)

v. KNOCK KNOCK - (open to cr or their roommates?)
It's the middle of the night, which is when Ava tends to be most active, most bored, and most likely to seek out somebody to talk to. She knocks quietly at a cabin door, dressed in pajamas and fuzzy slippers and holding a mug of tea.

vi. STEWING - (ota)
There's an uncomfortable awareness that the population of the ship is growing. Which has made the use of the hot tub a bit more competitive, and other areas of the ship far more busy as well. There's less and less place to simply be alone and undisturbed. But she catches the hot tub empty at some point and slips in, a piña colada in one hand and one of those Baby-Sitters Club books in another. Yes, the pages are a bit damp. No, she doesn't care.

If anyone choosing to join her is somebody she knows, Ava will give a small "hey" in welcome. If it's somebody she doesn't, she'll simply glare over the top of the book.

vii. WILDCARD - (ota) HIT ME UP!

Comments

[justneedsomehelp]

"Or it's not as big of a deal as you think." He's not even sure how to say the guy who used to live in his head is-- now out and running around in his own body without seeming like a total psycho.

"That's kind of fucked up." But-- probably not the most fucked up thing he's ever heard. "Did people actually participate in the game?"

He's gonna guess yes, honestly, but he's never been that optimistic about the natures of most people.

[decohere]

"Sounds like something you'd say if you had a dark, terrible secret you were trying to cover up. Oh! What if you're actually triplets and the third was killed and so you say twins to avoid the-" well that would be horrible for her to bring up then, wouldn't it? She already has a habit of asking about spouses and lovers that all happen to be passed away. She gives an apologetic frown.

"We didn't know what we signed up for. And then threatened if we didn't participate, everyone would be killed by nightfall. Some people gave in to the fear, attacked others thinking they posed a threat. Once the bodies started falling..." Ava gives a you know how it goes gesture. "It's easier to say what should have been done in hindsight. I took the kids, tried to protect them, and failed. By that point it all felt so hopeless."

[justneedsomehelp]

"We're not triplets." There's an almost exasperated shake of his head. He's pretty sure-- well, scratch that. Maybe there's something else going on in his head, but he doesn't want to unpack that baggage, so for now? It's just Steven Grant, the British man who used to live in his head.

"I'm-- sorry," he murmurs, brows furrowing. "That sounds like a nightmare."

Even kids, huh? What sort of twisted fuck...

[decohere]

Would it be pushing it to suggest quadruplets? But she gives a just as exasperated huff in response.

"It was. And then we all came back, and had a party. Which was actually rather entertaining. Then the captain gave me an existential crisis and here we are, all signing up to do it again."

[justneedsomehelp]

"A party... after you murdered each other." Well, why the fuck not, right? Might as well live it up. The existential crisis thing gives him pause. He didn't know how much this captain guy willingly interacted with people.

"How'd he do that?"

[decohere]

At least the lobster was delicious, and she got a decent sense of how many of the passengers approach their problems. It was a rather enlightening evening.

"Eternity," is all Ava responds, a haunted sort of tone. And then she turns on her heel, a blur of pigtails and flash of static as she vanishes into the air. To escape that thought and this conversation.