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( TDM CONTINUATIONS FROM HERE — I'm recycling these and making it game canon for her arrival just a bit before the excursion. New threads are absolutely welcome! )

𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜.

[from living through the last couple of months in an underground bunker, it adds a whole new perspective for octavia not only with finding herself onboard a ship of all places but also realizing that she wasn't dead either despite being on the surface.

she eventually exits her room looking rather disgruntled, still covered in blood with sword in hand. being kidnapped was the last things she expected or thought was possible but there wasn't anything about this that made sense. she walks across the deck, not caring how she looks to anyone who crosses paths with her but she only manages to grow increasingly frustrated as she loops around on deck being unable to go anywhere else in her endeavors to find some way out of here.

a. if looks could kill, it's practically written all over her face as she's glued on the spot, being forced to endure and listen to the welcome orientation talk but honestly she's only half paying attention given how ridiculous it all sounded. if she notices anyone blatantly staring at her, there is a sharp turn of her head as she meets their glance with more or less the same look] What are you looking at?

b. [for any other unfortunate person who tries to touch her or get remotely close enough to get with safety drill, she will reach with immediately pointing her sword towards them] Touch me again and I will stab you.

𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙖.

[it is much later that she can be encountered seeming relatively calmer but still covered in blood because getting cleaned up was the least of her concerns in the midst of being kidnapped and trying to make sense of the information they were told as part of their welcome. she feels prepared enough though still carrying her sword in hand but it didn't make it any less baffling wandering through the different levels of the ship considering it was beyond anything she had ever seen or encountered in her life.

she walks further down the hallways but with each turn, she can't seem to shake the feeling of unease that creeps up on her as if someone was following her and watching her every movement. the shadows dancing along the walls, heightening the already eerie atmosphere. she keeps looking over her shoulder every now and then, trying to keep a watchful eye for the culprit but it seems to happen when she least expects it as she finds herself caught off guard when her attacker comes at her from below.

the sensation of something sharp cutting into her leg hits her immediately as she bleeds out a little. she curses under her breath, winces in pain slightly but it's totally fine. it's just a scratch really but it's just moments later that it registers for her what happened. was that a crab with a knife it's back? you know, it wasn't the first time she'd be been stabbed but that was a new one.

it's kind of ironic that while she is currently still covered in blood, that none of it was actually hers outside of what happened just moments ago being the only real injury she has obtained. she considers retaliating for a moment, her first thought being to forcibly toss the crab overboard only to see that it seems to be scuttling away] What the hell is with this place?

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[ The accused doesn't visibly startle, and it's difficult to tell when a complexion best described as 'frosty' turns paler. He cocks his head -- one eye is clouded, clearly blind, while the one that focuses on the newcomer is an uncannily brilliant scarlet. When he speaks, there's a crisp arch in his voice. ]

Ah, my apologies. I meant no offense -- it's simply that we don't see many new faces here. Fewer still who can handle a blade. [ He nods at Octavia's weapon -- he has a sword of his own belted at his side -- then steps back and bows. ]

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, at your service. What may I call you?

[ If he's noticed the blood, he's not mentioning it. ]

[the whole situation was frustrating enough and while she is a bit of a mood because of that she does notice how unphased he seems to be in response so she does credit him for not scaring off that easily. it is when he speaks up, offering an apology and bows before her that she gives him a slightly more questioning look] You're telling me that this isn't a regular thing? Because it sounded like it from that welcome speech or whatever that was.

[for a complete stranger, his entire demeanor leaves her a bit perplexed and though he seems to reference the sword by her side, she doesn't address that quite yet as she first follows after his introduction in turn] Alright, Dimitri then— my name is Octavia Blake.

I don't know how many people have come and gone in the time this place has existed, but while I've been here, it's never been more than a handful of people, on no particular schedule.

Pleasure to meet you, Octavia, and my condolences on your arrival. [ Dimitri's mouth does something smile-shaped; mostly it makes his face look uncomfortably plastic. ] You've heard the speech from Ms. Friday; have you had the introduction from a passenger yet?

How long have you been here exactly to be notice that happening? [ it does sound like he's been here a while but she wants to get an idea of what she's dealing with ]

Yeah— no introductions from any other passengers yet. So what else do I need to know?

S-sorry!

[Max puts both hands up in surrender.]

It's just, you know, you're making one hell of a statement wearing all that blood. You're not hurt, are you?

[octavia relents slightly hearing the apology but as max continues speaking, she gives a slight shrug in response to his words. she is more than aware of how the blood makes her look and the impression people are probably going to get but that's the least of her concerns] Yeah, I'm aware— I don't really care though.

For the record though, it isn't my blood. [this is probably the part where she should maybe she could clarify and add some context but yeah she just leaves it at that]

I kinda figured. I feel like you wouldn't still be standing if that was all yours.

[Don't ask him why he knows that.]

So, if you're at the muster then this is probably your first day here, right? Do you want some help getting around? Maybe a tour?

[Maybe he can show her where the shower room is in Calgona?]

[octavia does find it strange that he seems to already know that given his question but she doesn't dwell on it too much once he offers to show her around] Yeah, just got here.

If you're offering then sure.

Welcome aboard, ready or not.

[He's happy here but he doesn't assume everyone will be.]

Yep. I'm offering. What do you want to see first? Where the food is, where the shopping is, or where the exercise place is? We have a library and a bunch of bars and a pool too.

[They also have a kitchen but he's very protective of it and he doesn't really want her to drip blood on anything in there.]

[for the most part only half of those words made sense to her but instead of stating that she just shrugs. if he was going to show her around, she figured she might as well go with it] I don't know— we can start with whatever is closer.

Okay, well, that would be the spa and gym. There are showers in there too, you know, in case you wanna rinse off.

[He will start to walk them both to the Calgona while he keeps talking.]

So, what kind of place do you come from?

[it's still strange when the concept of some of these things being mentioned is so foreign to her and that easily comes across in her expression before she does answer] A place that doesn't have much of this kind of thing really so easily available.

Jeez, you must be having a lot of culture shock right now. The good news is you are not alone. Being here is a really big adjustment. Are you a human from Earth, though?

Currently? Yeah, I am— or whatever is left of it.

"Oh... are you from one of the post-apocalypse ones?" Shocking how many of those there are here.

"Sorry. That came out kind of insensitive."

𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚.

[octavia had heard about the excursions, she had even been warned about it. most of which came from clarke giving her a rundown of things on the ship since her arrival but that didn't make her any less skeptical.

if she were anyone else she may have listened to the warnings but like hell she was letting anyone tell her what to do. she wasn't afraid and she absolutely wasn't going to let anyone stop her. it sounded like some sort of hoax to convince people to stay on board the ship instead of leaving and getting the hell out of here.

she approaches the sign up desk and unfortunately for her it seems like they are closed which made sense in that the excursion was tomorrow but that didn't mean she was pleased about it either] Did you end up signing up for it or are you going to be shipbound too?

𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧.

[the unfamiliar music is the first thing that octavia hears when she wakes up. she hadn't really bothered to change her clothing or even clean herself up from the blood still sticking her when she fell asleep in her designated cabin the night before but she soon exits her room, sword still at her side as she goes to explore and see what all the commotion was about.

she knew the excursion was happening today but for whatever else was happening on the ship, she wasn't sure what to expect but it is as she walks down the hallways, no matter which deck she is on or which area she passes by, she can't help but stare at what the screens were broadcasting. she is still too new here to really recognize most of the faces but the events unfolding on the screen, the deaths of people happening one by one, she wasn't sure what to make of it] Is this actually real?

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[Sharky is moving sluggishly, with a to-go cup from the coffee shop that may hold coffee. (It holds a gritty sludge of espresso, a shot of whiskey, and lots of creamer. Sooo, kinda coffee???)

Tired and annoyed as he is, Sharky's willing to stop his slow toddle up to the arcade to help a newbie out!]

Uhhh, it's like. 50/50 real. They're all gonna die like it's actually happening, but then like, they'll wake up in their beds good as new. Well, good except for the, like, lingering trauma and shit.

[octavia looks over as he approaches only to give a slightly skeptical look] Seriously? You talking from experience then?

Uhhhh, sorta. I mean, I avoid dyin' at all costs, because that shit sucks, but that's what happens to everyone else. The dude in charge said all the excursions are gonna involve dyin' nowadays, which sucks. You juuuuust missed the strawberry fair, the winter lodge, the tropical island...

[whistful sigh. man, they really had it good before that stupid shadow kid came and fucked everything up. unfortunately, that's about the extent of Sharky's knowledge on the matter.]

He didn't say they were gonna televise the whole goddamn thing, though. That part fuckin' blows.

[strawberry fair, the winter lodge, the tropical island... yeah those don't really have much meaning for her other than some vague familiarity with the concept of it. there is one part that stands out to her though out of all that which she immediately comments on] Wait so was the dying part was an optional thing before instead of something that always happens with the excursions?

Yeah, pretty much! I mean, a lot of them didn't involve anyone dying at all... but yeah, it was kind of like opt-in for the most part. There was a diner we went to that was totally normal, except at the very end when zombies chased a bunch of people, but only the dudes who ran out to watch the Captain race some skeleton dude. If you just hung back, you didn't have to worry about it. And the island was totally normal, like a beach day. The lodge accidentally turned into a murderfest when the skeleton dude lost it and murdered a bunch of teenagers... but otherwise, yeah!

[he wasn't here for the Battle Royale, and up until now, that had been the only For Sure Gonna Die excursion.]

There was this whole thing a couple months ago where the, like, inner child of the Captain tried to murder us all, and some people sorta broke the ship tryin' to free us. The ship runs on like, bad vibes basically, so now we gotta generate that shit a whole lot more than we were.

[Truth be told, Marc's fallen back into some bad habits. Doing shit to stay awake, trying to keep away from the memories in his room of Steven. Nights spent reading together and bumbling through being two individuals not in the same body.

His head is too quiet. He feels too alone.

But you know what he wasn't expecting? A fucking roommate. Or that's what he's guessing when he comes back to the cabin and he's got-- somebody in there.]

Uhh. Hey.

[What else is he supposed to say?

Unless she's here to fight or murder him or possess him, or whatever the hell else he's gone through since his arrival. In that case, he's gonna take that hey right back.]

[octavia had been trying to settle into her new room and for the most part, that was easier said than done on top of adjusting to everything about being on board this ship. it was strange in itself having her own room and technically while it may have seemed like someone else also lived there too, it was the last thing on her mind really and not something she actually considered.

it was the reason she does get caught off guard when the door opens and she notices the older man standing in the doorway. she immediately tenses, unsure what to make of him just yet] Who the hell are you?

Marc.

[He doesn't blame her for being caught off guard. He's plenty tense himself. Paranoia is a thing he's got more than a healthy dose of and he doesn't know how he feels about-- this chick he doesn't even know in his room. But he also probably won't get to shoo her out, if this is what he thinks it is.]

The guy whose room you're in. You?

Octavia.

[though hold up. did he just say that this was his room? she arches her brow giving him a skeptical look even though she has a feeling she knows what this might mean for her rooming situation] Your room? Well I'm pretty sure this is my room now too.

Cool name.

[But that-- is a predicament. It's not like these places are really well-suited to two people, in his opinion. It was different with Steven, but...]

Of course it is. [He huffs out a sigh and scrubs a hand down his face. Well--]

... We're likely not gonna change that, so. Guess you get the bed. I don't mind the couch... don't really sleep much anyway.

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JULY — ARRIVAL

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JULY — EXCURSION | ON SHIP

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