We're All Stuck Here

[crushed_pearls]

Who: Erin Peters and YOU
What: Coping, preparing for the upcoming excursion
When: July
Where: Around
Warnings: Discussion of impending deaths, Changeling bullshit




Emergency Preparations [Around - you pick the venue; People NOT going on the excursions]

Did you not sign up to die? Erin's gonna be around, hunting you down with all the communal goodwill in her heart. Her sword is visibly peace-bonded with a nice bright cloth cut from Tommy Bahama clothes, and she's got materials to take notes (in Braille). "Hey," she greets, tipping a sideways smile. "You got a minute? Organizing stuff for the wakeup when people get back from the death adventure later, see if we can't do them right."

Prelaxation [Bobby B's]

Erin's smoking a bit more than usual. Find her in Bobby B's, hunched over her notes with her flavored cigars (this month's theme: pot pie flavors. How does that work? Fuck you that's how). She's sleeping a bit better, at least, none of the strung-out exhaustion she's been evidencing, but she's hard at work. You might get asked to pour her a drink or maybe turn on the TV; she's got her Lord of the Rings DVDs with her, and she could use a friend. Or an argument. Or one of her girls to distract her. Really she just needs to chill.

Max Come Get Your Fucking Juice

Listen Max, the sword came in the mail with your name on it, come get your friend.

Wildcard

Fuck me up I didn't have enough will to live to make this one a long series of prompts.

Comments

Emergency Preparations

[glassaxolotl]

“My main priority will be Dimitri’s well-being,” Dedue states.

“However, perhaps there are ways I could assist before the passengers awaken?”

[crushed_pearls]

Erin tips an easy smile. "Of course, and yes actually. Johnny Summer is cataloguing breakfast requests for the victims, and I'd bet you the kidney of your choice that homecooked might hit a bit different than buffet meals, if it can be made."

She pauses.

"...And while I haven't touched base with him I'm willing to bet Ossie would welcome additional hands for whatever he's planning. Knowing him, tea will be involved."

[glassaxolotl]

“I will do that then,” he nods.

“I should touch base with Oswald anyway. I have not had much interaction with him or Giles since the month of memories.”

[crushed_pearls]

"...Yeah, that's a hot minute." Erin sighs. "I'm sure he'll welcome you, though. How you holdin' up here, youngblood?"

Prelaxation

[actuallyawolf]

Ylva rarely comes into Bobby B's, not being a smoker, but passing by on four feet means she knows perfectly well Erin's in there. She takes the opportunity for what it is, and comes padding in, tail wagging low, and then lays her head in Erin's lap.

There was the briefest thought of sneaking up on her, but she decides against this.

"Hey."

[crushed_pearls]

Erin immediately puts her cigar in the ashtray so she can give Ylva the vigorous two-handed petting. "Hey love. How's it goin' with you, with...the everything comin' up?"

[actuallyawolf]

Aw, hell yes, double handed petting. Ylva shuts her eyes for a moment, lost in having her head rubbed.

"I think the mood's weird. People are nervous. I don't know why anyone's going. I don't see the point."

[crushed_pearls]

"Payin' the rent, love. People talked a big talk about doing anything to stop the horrors taking place with the Nothing, and, well, we did." Erin makes a Sound. It is not a happy Sound. "...I woulda signed on myself, I talked all manner of mad shit about it, but...Cass asked me not to, and I'm not gonna look her in the face and tell her my principles are more important, y'know?"

Beat.

"...Not like there won't be more chances to walk my talk later."

Emergency Preparations

[pineapplesalmon]

"Oh, Erin, hi! I'll be spending some time with my husbands right after everyone revives, but I'll make myself available in other ways. Maybe we could have little... ah, 'I'm sorry you died, thinking of you' kits? ....... name pending."

[crushed_pearls]

"..." Erin taps her chin in Extreme Thought. "You know, those went over pretty well in January. If you don't have any unholy blood feuds I dunno about, maybe you could get with Misters Pratt and Sharky on that, if I'm remembering who did that right."

December was a lot.

[pineapplesalmon]

César pauses for a moment and then a lightbulb goes off. "Oh! That's where I must've gotten the idea originally. I completely forgot about those! Something like that. Maybe we can distribute them ahead of time so they're in people's cabins when they wake up?"

[crushed_pearls]

"Got a lot more people to get with on that one, but Johnny's already on the case there so hit him up too and if you can avoid getting caught up makin' out with your esteemed husband he should be able to either check with the victims himself or enable you to help him." Erin tips a sideways smile. "It's a trick nice enough to do twice, my man. 's a good idea."

here he comes

[maximumcake]

"Um, Erin?" Max asks when he catches up to her. "Did you say a sword came for me in the mail?"

[crushed_pearls]

"It's either a sword or a very long dildo, possibly on a stick." Erin gestures in the vague direction of the package, here in Sundries. "It's got your name on it, I can read the labels on these, so..."

[maximumcake]

"If this ends up being a giant dildo, I'm never going to live it down, am I?" Friday wouldn't do that to him, would she? She's not still mad about the kitchen, right??

"Okay. Okay. Let's find out." He rips off the paper and breaks into the package. It's not a dildo. He lets out a relieved huff. But, he isn't any less confused.

"It really is a sword. But I..." 'don't know how to use it' is what he was going to say. Maybe that's the point. "I guess I won't need to borrow from the club weapons for my practice anymore, huh."

[crushed_pearls]

Erin doesn't answer immediately; she crouches down and takes an amaranth bloom out of the box, with a curious look on her face. "A bunch of people close to me got mail with these flowers in. I took it up as my symbol, awhile back - the flower that never fades."

Prelaxation

[pointofhonoria]

Crabb's already at least vaguely aware of the fact plans are being made for everyone's revival, by the time she slides into a seat next to Erin. She doesn't immediately say anything, just sets out glasses and pours whiskey into them, taking one for herself as soon as she sets a bottle down.

Then she sighs. "...can I ask you somethin' kinda selfish, petal?"

Re: Prelaxation

[crushed_pearls]

Erin pulls out a wing and wraps it gently around Honoria; only then does she take the whiskey, and nod once.

This is...gonna be heavy, isn't it.

[pointofhonoria]

Maybe a little bit, depending on your personal scale. She leans easily enough into the embrace of the wing and sighs, again, as she swirls her whiskey around the glass. The ice clinks. "...I'm goin', we both know I'm goin', and I know you ain't and that you an' Johnny and God knows who else are gearin' up something for everyone comin' back. And I don't wanna take you away from that, s'just..."

Yet another sigh. She rubs at the bridge of her nose. "I don't wanna wake up alone? There ain't been a single time aboard this boat I've died an' woke up to a room that weren't empty. And that's only twice, mind, but that ain't exactly a hat-trick I wanna make. I dunno."

Prelaxation

[teethoftherisk]

Siffleur comes on in feeling like shit, and it's a relief to see that it's Erin. She probably won't even notice. He grabs a stool by her and pulls out his own pack of cigarettes, lighting up. "Hey-"

And he pauses as the smell of her cigar hits him. "What the fuck are you smoking?"

[crushed_pearls]

"Some Willy Wonka shit." Erin opens her box and offers one to Siffleur with a wry grin.

[teethoftherisk]

He wrinkles his nose, but after a moment, he reaches to take one anyway and give it a sniff. Fuck it, he sets it in front of him to smoke after he's finished his cigarette. "You're deranged, Peters."

Siffleur takes a drag and glances around. "Been quiet lately. At least there was that Canada Day party to break things up."

wildcards u

[littlefairytale]

Ruby has received a new conspicuously simple package, this time a single rose with a still-thorny stem. After the feather, plus the empty package(s) that preceded changes to her eyes, she does not trust like this.

So guess who's getting a text.

Erin help I think I got a new powers package again.

[crushed_pearls]

That is called puberty.

Ten seconds later.

Where you want me?

[littlefairytale]

Erin >:|

No she will not stop sending emojis that the text-to-speech will make sound terrible.

Sports deck?