Charlemagne "Sharky" Victor Boshaw (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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come_sailaway2023-09-09 06:15 pm
broshaw) wrote in come_sailaway2023-09-09 06:15 pm
[open] life is a flower
Who: Sharky Boshaw and YOU!
What: Flower Power baby!!!
When: Across September
Where: The laundry room, Bobby B's, and the usual hot tub prompt!
Warnings: General Sharky warnings apply (so check his info post)
[laundry room] hyssops
[Sharky's breakfast had taken place in the buffet, next to a bunch of tall purple flowers that were actually super pretty. By the time he finished, he found himself suffering from an intense need to do some late spring cleaning... some fall cleaning, really.
Anyone who comes into the laundry room today will find it completely stuffed with various bits and bobs: old Tommy Bahama shirts; denim jeans from the diner; swimsuits; leather boots; and a whole pile of absolutely trashed clothes from his arrival back home. Sharky is in the midst of it all, stripped down to his boxers (out of respect for the young impressionable eyes on the ship!), his boombox playing a variety of disco music at a frankly obnoxious volume. He's hand-washing his boots while all of the laundry machines rock and roll.
The second the effects of the flower wears off, he'll abandon almost all of this mess for someone else to clean up, but right now? Right now, he is single-minded on his task, to the point where he won't notice if someone else comes in.]
[bobby b's] purple hyacinth
[He'd thought they were just more intense cleaning flowers, but the joke's on him! Hyacinths are a completely different kind of flower, and they do something much worse than turning him into a temporary clean freak. This one is a straight-up bummer.
Sharky can be found suffering from an intense bout of remorse in the evening, sitting in the back of Bobby's with a pack of cigarettes, his boombox, and a half-drunken bottle of old, expensive whiskey. Despite his bleary eyes, he isn't anywhere close to passing out, too busy going over the last fifty-ish years of his life and picking apart all the ways he's fucked up his life.
For some reason, he's picked some twangy indie-sounding chorus music to listen to, although at a much lower volume than he usually bothers with. Country music is the traditional music of a sad Montana boy, but he's fresh out, so he's making do.]
[hot tub] pansies
[What is with this dude and the color purple??? Anyway. After dealing with chronic cleaning and a level of regret that normally only comes after a long night of getting cross-faded, Sharky's doing his best to avoid any and all flowers!
Unfortunately, the hot tub is slowly being crowded by thirsty flowers; his usual 1 AM skinny dipping sesh means tolerating whatever fucked up thing said flowers are going to do to him. After about five minutes of standing nervously around in his shorts, he decides that they must be safe enough, so he shucks off his clothes and plops down in the hot, bubbly water that he knows and loves so well.
No drink this time; instead, he's just quietly reading a Nancy Drew book and enjoying some peace and fuckin' quiet. The boombox, a constant companion these days, is set up by his towel, playing the BeeGee's greatest hits at a normal volume. Sharky sings quietly to himself as he reads, and it sounds so normal to him that he doesn't even realize his mouth isn't moving while he does it!]
[wildflowers]
[hmu for something specific, or set up a prompt with a flower in the header and I'll roll with it!]
What: Flower Power baby!!!
When: Across September
Where: The laundry room, Bobby B's, and the usual hot tub prompt!
Warnings: General Sharky warnings apply (so check his info post)
[laundry room] hyssops
[Sharky's breakfast had taken place in the buffet, next to a bunch of tall purple flowers that were actually super pretty. By the time he finished, he found himself suffering from an intense need to do some late spring cleaning... some fall cleaning, really.
Anyone who comes into the laundry room today will find it completely stuffed with various bits and bobs: old Tommy Bahama shirts; denim jeans from the diner; swimsuits; leather boots; and a whole pile of absolutely trashed clothes from his arrival back home. Sharky is in the midst of it all, stripped down to his boxers (out of respect for the young impressionable eyes on the ship!), his boombox playing a variety of disco music at a frankly obnoxious volume. He's hand-washing his boots while all of the laundry machines rock and roll.
The second the effects of the flower wears off, he'll abandon almost all of this mess for someone else to clean up, but right now? Right now, he is single-minded on his task, to the point where he won't notice if someone else comes in.]
[bobby b's] purple hyacinth
[He'd thought they were just more intense cleaning flowers, but the joke's on him! Hyacinths are a completely different kind of flower, and they do something much worse than turning him into a temporary clean freak. This one is a straight-up bummer.
Sharky can be found suffering from an intense bout of remorse in the evening, sitting in the back of Bobby's with a pack of cigarettes, his boombox, and a half-drunken bottle of old, expensive whiskey. Despite his bleary eyes, he isn't anywhere close to passing out, too busy going over the last fifty-ish years of his life and picking apart all the ways he's fucked up his life.
For some reason, he's picked some twangy indie-sounding chorus music to listen to, although at a much lower volume than he usually bothers with. Country music is the traditional music of a sad Montana boy, but he's fresh out, so he's making do.]
[hot tub] pansies
[What is with this dude and the color purple??? Anyway. After dealing with chronic cleaning and a level of regret that normally only comes after a long night of getting cross-faded, Sharky's doing his best to avoid any and all flowers!
Unfortunately, the hot tub is slowly being crowded by thirsty flowers; his usual 1 AM skinny dipping sesh means tolerating whatever fucked up thing said flowers are going to do to him. After about five minutes of standing nervously around in his shorts, he decides that they must be safe enough, so he shucks off his clothes and plops down in the hot, bubbly water that he knows and loves so well.
No drink this time; instead, he's just quietly reading a Nancy Drew book and enjoying some peace and fuckin' quiet. The boombox, a constant companion these days, is set up by his towel, playing the BeeGee's greatest hits at a normal volume. Sharky sings quietly to himself as he reads, and it sounds so normal to him that he doesn't even realize his mouth isn't moving while he does it!]
[wildflowers]
[hmu for something specific, or set up a prompt with a flower in the header and I'll roll with it!]
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[he makes a face but doesn't say or even think much more about it than he's already said. Flan might not be holding anything back, but Sharky's flat-out "head empty" about 70-80% of the time. actually the only thing going through his head now is "mmmm margarita" while he takes a big swig]
Which one's April again? [honestly even if this happens after the podcast he wouldn't remember, but that might not be because of April... like I said, he's head empty 80% of the time]
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[There's nothing to tap on, so she just has to make her own mental-rimshot. She has another sip and gets the pitcher settled back down, sloshing a little of the warm water up and over her shoulders.]
Oh April's like, the one you can't ever remember! Green shirt, clipboard or margarita in hand! If you ever see me with someone you don't know, or you can't quite remember afterwards, that's them! They got like, this whole don't-remember-me aura going on! It's part of their powers! I think Giles should know who they are though, since Ossie totally does, and they're like, the same fey deal!
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(Hah!) [it's not like, a real pun, but he still apparently thinks it is...]
Oh, (Giles!!!!!) is April the same type of, uhhh, magical? Some people don't like bein' called magic so I wanna know ahead of time. Then if I meet someone who seems like they've been here a long time, I'll know that's probably them! [he's so smart. there's an aura of smudgeness all over him from that leap of logic]
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[She shrugs and sighs. Flan's already paid for that little mistake by missing out on Max's Maximum.] Anyway, I totally have fucked while falling before and that rules but like, not while actively teleporting. But I totally could now that I know this place in and out, but also like, there's not a lot of point in a space this small! I mean, as best you get what, three miles out in either direction? That's nothing! That's boring! Nobody has time to do anything!!
[Oohhhh the way he thinks Giles's name with such excitement makes Flan beam right back.] (you're so cute!!) April's kinda similar yeah! Not totally the same but like, generally the same! Also that is the SMARTEST way to realize you're talking to her too! April's not really a person, just like, person-shaped? Also I don't think it would bug them to be called magical, though me and them are both more like, supernatural? It's just a classification thing mostly though, 'cause magic and supernatural stuff are basically the same! (Does Giles need to feed on fear though? Probably not.) We've met a lot of people running under fey rules though, and it's always interesting! That shit is cuuuuutthroat!
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[yeah obviously he's gonna try and troubleshoot for the "not enough space to fuck mid-teleport" problem. he is a PROFESSIONAL boner, thank you.]
(Smart??) I have my moments, I guess... [he tries to do a faux modest shrug, but it's just a sincerely modest one because he definitely doesn't think of himself as smart.] Wait, does that mean you're a fear guy too? Giles doesn't eat it, I don't think, I think it's like... (a backup) a backup generator for his magic. I kinda avoid talkin' about it tho because it (wigs me) is a lil hard for me to understand.
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[She wiggles poor finger-Max's boner-thumb, then retracts it and spreads her hands in a wry shrug.] What can you do? Sometimes you're off and sometimes a dude's dick is big enough to slam into a railing. So glad he's not the kind of guy to hold a grudge! But!! I totally can do the thing in Portal AND I don't need the boots! That's part of my whole powers! My momentum stops the moment I want it to, and it automatically stops the moment I touch anything with my body!
(Aww buddy yeah you're smart urg I hate whoever made him feel like he isn't) You've got lots of moment! You're a clever guy, and that's the best kind of smart! (okay don't linger on it) But yeah, I'm totally a fear guy too! Also like, I get it, we don't need to talk about it if it gives you the creeps! I think we've got different methods but like, same basic principal! I'm lucky though, I can get my fix just hanging out near tripping hazards. (and teleporting people who don't expect it) [A small beat as she sips her drink.] (I miss home it's the perfect time of year for eating dudebros I could be up on K2 right now I could be cutting ropes in the alps aww are my favorite cows still there bet they're getting those last mountain feeds in if we get mountains on an expeditions do you think i could talk someone into letting me sacrifice them that would be such a good buzz)
[And at the exact same time as the rush of jumbled thoughts, she opens her mouth and speaks over herself.] Giles is really cool, I totally met him at one of Ossie's tea parties and I was flirting with him and he had to let me down and he was soooooo polite, it was like, so charming! I see why you and Ossie are all so tender about him!
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Oh, uh -- [wow that's hard to parse, like, she's actually thinking stuff different from what she's saying for once, but he only catches something about cows and sacrifices... yeah not touching any of that] -- don't worry about the people who thought I was dumb, most'a them died durin' the Collapse! (Good riddance -- ughhhh.) Ew. Bad vibes. [he shakes his head like a dog to clear the thought.] And I don't mind the like, fact that you guys are magic or even that you use magic or you eat fear or whatever. I just don't like gettin' dosed with it myself, y'know?
Also yeah, he's a fuckin' peach, man. Hot, charmin', got this Howie D vampire vibe I am (suuuper) super duper horny for. (Nooo idea what he see) -- we're, you know, odd couplin' it. It's cool! And definitely not somethin' I'm hyper-aware of or anything, obvi.
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Oh good, and like, yeah, good riddance! And also, totally fair! Don't worry, the most I do here is like, have a snack when I teleport people around! I don't eat anyone 'cause like, I have to live with everybody! And one, it'll piss people off if I'm snacking on their friends, and two, it'll piss that person off 'cause they'll be back here in three days going hey what the FUCK Flan? Which y'know, completely fair!
[She lets out a delighted eeee to hear how much Sharky likes Giles - and that Giles also really likes Sharky too, which is so good. Flan sloshes the pitcher some, offering to top off his glass.] Obviously! Like, odd couples are great, 'cause you're looking for stuff in each other that you don't have entirely in yourself and I think that's a good way to be! I've had some longer-term boyfriends where we were totally of the opposites-attract variety! Plus like, twin-flame stuff burns out super quickly so there's a lot to be said for someone who clicks with you in all the ways you didn't expect, instead of just someone who's basically you a second time! 'cause I've done that, and it was a lot of fun, but it was also a LOT of chaos 'cause nobody was around to slam on the brakes!
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Well, uhhh, YKW, if I'm freakin' out at any point around you, I won't judge if you take a lil somethin' for yourself. So long as you don't keep me panicking so you can pop some popcorn, LOL. [he takes the offered refill with a big old grin, clearly pleased by his metaphors.] All my bros know not to get mad at a hottie eating me up. [just a bunch of mental giggling] And yeah, it's nice. Like, I def think he's (way outta my league) -- ugh, yeah, that, but also leagues are total bullshit, and I can't exactly argue when the guy's basically-husband tells me he's super cool with it and also totally sees it, you know? And, like, most of my relationships were super short-lived, like, I think the longest was a month (at least on my end), so I'm tryin' to keep things slow and steady.
Buuuut fuck me, man, what about you? I know you got Pratt wrapped around your finger (do NOT think about THAT) -- ugh -- and Max too, but who else has gotten on the Flan train?
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[She also grins, kicking one leg with a little boiled-over excitement at how gushy Sharky is about Giles.] Cuuuuute! You're playing it smart! As for me, Pratt's my go-to, soooorrryyyy, but also like, Max, and banged Siffleur once to try it out! I've been fun and flirty with a bunch of the other guys on board but like, I'm leaving the ball in their courts! It's not a marathon, plus we're all trapped here so like, I don't want to exhaust all my options in the first few months AND I super don't want anyone to feel like, pressured! Like we said before, I love a friend-with-benefits, but I also just love a good friend!
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[she's got a point. Sharky's own attempts to sleep his way through the ship have kind of petered out, but he's mostly blamed that on the weird post-Halloween dissociation he'd experienced.] True, true. There's plenty of time, so long as there aren't any more labyrinths or whatever that whole thing was. (If there is, there'll be bigger) bigger problems, yeah, than whether or not we're workin' on our body counts.
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No more labyrinths, hopefully! [She'll raise her pitcher in a toast to Sharky about that one.] And to both of us raising our body counts in the future when the vibes are rocking! As long as cute people keep coming on board, we'll never be bored!