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come_sailaway2023-09-04 08:16 am
redlightgreenlight) wrote in come_sailaway2023-09-04 08:16 am
Lights Go Out and I Can’t Be Saved
Who: Valdis and Open with Some Closed
What: Valdis does stuff around the Serena Eterna, feel free to join her
When: September
Where: All over
Warnings: In each starter
Confusion never stops | Crichton | CW: None
Valdis hasn’t seen much of Crichton since she tried to remove Harvey last, but with her and Cassandra’s suspicions, she knows she needs to talk to him. He appears to be in his room on this particular evening, so she gently knocks on his door.
“Crichton?” She calls softly, trying to find the balance between worry and rage.
It’s not his fault that Harvey took over and started targeting people, but if he’s losing time again, she felt that he should have told her. Or at least somebody.
“Are you there?”
Closing walls and ticking clocks | Siffleur | CW: none
The one person she’s been avoiding is also the one person who she needs to see and it was only a matter of time before the two predators ended up in the same room by accident or on purpose. There’s a tightness in her chest when she sees Siffleur at one of the tables in Sand Dollar, anxiety perhaps. She’s been refusing soul energy again for fear of killing someone. She’d managed for awhile last time, but she knows she’s weakening herself by not having any backup.
But she still tries to ignore him, making some coffee and heading to a table with lots of room for escape should it be necessary.
Gonna come back and take you home | Open | CW: none
Valdis is struggling, but trying to keep her schedule as normal as possible. Meditation in the morning sunlight, sword practice in the afternoons. Reading a book from Cassandra in the spare quiet moments. Sometimes she practices what she’s reading, but mostly it seems frustrating for her and she’ll shut the book firmly before grabbing something else.
She’s doing her best to not withdraw from her friends, but she is less outgoing than people are used to, spending hours in the library or drawing people she knows on the ship.
Event Starters | Open | CW: The flowers are dangerous
Red Rose:
A rose by any other name is still as sweet and the red roses growing on vines in the library smell sweet. So sweet that anyone who smells them falls in love with the next person they lay eyes on. Valdis is wearing a makeshift mask and trying very hard to avoid getting too close to the flowers as she searches the shelves for a specific book.
Angels Trumpets:
Valdis sits in Sand Dollar reading, and another of her sits across the table, the one clearly trying to ignore the bookless one as she smirks and says in hushed tones:
“It wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t gotten so weak. Trust is so human.”
Purple Hyacinth:
If her past self following her around hadn’t been bad enough, the purple hyacinths growing outside her door decided to make her day even worse. Faces of the people she’s killed, the ones in the village, keep coming to mind. People she knew. People who didn’t deserve it. People who had once been friends.
She’s back at the bar and drinking as much as she possibly can, making sure it’s not the non-alcoholic stuff. She needs the real stuff and anyone who sees her can clearly see that she has probably had too much, even if they know it doesn’t affect her.
I could not stop that you now know | Wildcard | CW: As Necessary
PM to discuss or just go for it!
What: Valdis does stuff around the Serena Eterna, feel free to join her
When: September
Where: All over
Warnings: In each starter
Confusion never stops | Crichton | CW: None
Valdis hasn’t seen much of Crichton since she tried to remove Harvey last, but with her and Cassandra’s suspicions, she knows she needs to talk to him. He appears to be in his room on this particular evening, so she gently knocks on his door.
“Crichton?” She calls softly, trying to find the balance between worry and rage.
It’s not his fault that Harvey took over and started targeting people, but if he’s losing time again, she felt that he should have told her. Or at least somebody.
“Are you there?”
Closing walls and ticking clocks | Siffleur | CW: none
The one person she’s been avoiding is also the one person who she needs to see and it was only a matter of time before the two predators ended up in the same room by accident or on purpose. There’s a tightness in her chest when she sees Siffleur at one of the tables in Sand Dollar, anxiety perhaps. She’s been refusing soul energy again for fear of killing someone. She’d managed for awhile last time, but she knows she’s weakening herself by not having any backup.
But she still tries to ignore him, making some coffee and heading to a table with lots of room for escape should it be necessary.
Gonna come back and take you home | Open | CW: none
Valdis is struggling, but trying to keep her schedule as normal as possible. Meditation in the morning sunlight, sword practice in the afternoons. Reading a book from Cassandra in the spare quiet moments. Sometimes she practices what she’s reading, but mostly it seems frustrating for her and she’ll shut the book firmly before grabbing something else.
She’s doing her best to not withdraw from her friends, but she is less outgoing than people are used to, spending hours in the library or drawing people she knows on the ship.
Event Starters | Open | CW: The flowers are dangerous
Red Rose:
A rose by any other name is still as sweet and the red roses growing on vines in the library smell sweet. So sweet that anyone who smells them falls in love with the next person they lay eyes on. Valdis is wearing a makeshift mask and trying very hard to avoid getting too close to the flowers as she searches the shelves for a specific book.
Angels Trumpets:
Valdis sits in Sand Dollar reading, and another of her sits across the table, the one clearly trying to ignore the bookless one as she smirks and says in hushed tones:
“It wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t gotten so weak. Trust is so human.”
Purple Hyacinth:
If her past self following her around hadn’t been bad enough, the purple hyacinths growing outside her door decided to make her day even worse. Faces of the people she’s killed, the ones in the village, keep coming to mind. People she knew. People who didn’t deserve it. People who had once been friends.
She’s back at the bar and drinking as much as she possibly can, making sure it’s not the non-alcoholic stuff. She needs the real stuff and anyone who sees her can clearly see that she has probably had too much, even if they know it doesn’t affect her.
I could not stop that you now know | Wildcard | CW: As Necessary
PM to discuss or just go for it!
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"You'll have to explain the whole Avatar thing to me sometime."
But Slaughter doesn't sound very nice at all.
"When these flower illusions go away."
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"Sure, I can do that. Explained it to enough people by now. Jon could probably do a better job. I didn't even know what it all meant until..." she shakes her head, "for a long time."
"Until your scrawny little nerd dragged you out of the Buried 'cuz you couldn't even save yourself, you mean."
"No one usually escapes the Buried, you fucking twat. Shut up." She sighs, then to Valdis again: "Anyway. I'm the one here. So I get to explain everything. Whoopee."
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"Yes, well, monstrous entities tend to require explanations. And scrawny nerds make great friends."
She still misses Palamedes.
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"That's Jon. He's... like me. But for another power. And if he was here, he'd drive everyone else nuts. And I'd have to stop him getting murdered at least twice."
Probably more than twice. He's just so good at finding the most dangerous kinds of people and pissing them, specifically, off.
"His entity's also all about knowledge, so. Yeah. He's better at the nerd stuff."
Calvin, helpfully, "Maybe if you'd been better at the nerd stuff you could've followed me to uni and killed me sooner."
Daisy just ignores him.
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Because it seems like everyone she mentions is in some way.
"Sounds far more convoluted that your world," her copy quips. "Yours is downright boring at this rate."
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"Plenty of people aren't. Just when you're tangled up in it, you're really tangled up in it. But me and Jon were the only actual monsters in our group. The others only brushed up against the things."
Some more than others, but the last Daisy knew, no one else had crossed the barrier into Avatar.
"Still. I could've sworn every other Avatar in the British isles had a group chat specifically to talk shit. Especially about those of us who weren't in it."
She's not joking. She is almost certain that they did.
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Not that she likes the idea that there are more like Daisy out there in some other world. Daisy is like the Hellhounds and seven of them were more than enough for one world to hold.
cw: reference to attempted suicide
Daisy snorts. "Not really. Sure I can find loopholes. Act more... me." Whoever that is. "But I'm still this. Thinking of myself as a monster— that's not even me ragging on myself. It's just fact. Denying it doesn't help me find any peace with it. Does the opposite, really. Watching Jon, the way he brooded over it all... it didn't do him any good. Agonizing over what he couldn't change. Just... made him worse. When I stopped denying it, accepted what I was and what I had to do back home... that was the closest to peace I'd ever been."
Maybe it's dark to say, when that peace was born of the conviction to let herself die, but... it's still true. Fighting that she was a monster has never been what's helped.
"So, yeah. I'm a monster. That's whatever. Hard part is being the kind of monster I can live with being. But I'm closer than I was. I think."
As she says this, the phantom of Calvin... disappears. Daisy blinks, brow furrowing, and murmurs a 'huh', before she says, aloud, "...finally."
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She is proud of Daisy for how she has come to terms with what she is, but it seems both her copy and Calvin has both vanished.
"It seems they got bored poking at us. I guess we can enjoy each other's company without the peanut gallery now."
She rises.
"I'm going to go and avoid any flowers I see, but I'd glad we had this chat."