[open] life is a flower

[broshaw]

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!]

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[knotawolf]

He's more familiar with cigarettes than marijuana, but he thinks he gets what Sharky means; the stuff that smells like when skunks get hit by cars. He wrinkles his nose because he's not sure he wants to put that in his body, even if it's just smoke.

"Think something broke when came here. When taken from forest. Was fine before!" Though now that he thinks about it, it might have not been fine, and he didn't notice because he was so confused that he didn't really try to eat or drink for a few days. "Maybe was demons. They make things bad. Waste food and hang things in trees."

He snarls more at that second one than the first. Getting whapped in the eye by some dangling wooden symbols hung in branches is a far worse offense.

[broshaw]

"Oh, mannnn. You got demons in your world?" He squints as he ponders whether or not the Seeds count as demonic entities or not. Probably not -- they didn't have horns or hoof-feet or anything cool like that. Just massive motherfuckin' assholes.

"Maybe you should ask Friday about it." Which is apparently his go-to solution despite never doing it himself. "She's pretty smart, and maybe she knows how to fix whatever got broken."

[knotawolf]

"Shadow smoke. Can disappear. AND STEAL FOOD." He yells that towards the walls as if maybe a demon will manifest there and he can attack it.

"Wear red and black..." He gestures with his hands like he's putting a hood up, not knowing the word for cloaks or capes.

"Friday can fix things?"

[broshaw]

Sharky looks at the yelled-at walls as if expecting a demon to appear so Yufei can beat it up. (Un?)Fortunately, nothing manifests, so they're probably in the clear.

"So, like, super traditional cultists, huh? People worshipping demons and like, IDK, sacrificing people and whatnot??" So basically like his cult, but you know, less metaphorical demons and more literal ones.

"And yeah, sorta? I mean, she basically runs the ship, and she's always fixing the big ass holes people put in the ship and all that shit. She's also the one who wakes people up after they die, I think?" He doesn't know how the resurrection stuff works.

[knotawolf]

"Yes! Is like that. Sacrifices make them powerful, become less smoke more person. But then can kill them." There's probably something symbolic there that they can only be defeated when they're at the height of their power. But Yufei can't really comment on that.

"Did she bring us here?"

[broshaw]

"Sounds about right. They all want to wreck hell on Earth, but they don't realize they're gonna wind up gettin' wrecked themselves." At least, that's what Buffy the Vampire Slayer taught him.

"I think technically something else brings us here, but Friday's the one who fixes the ship and wraps up the presents in the sundries shop, right?" He doesn't know for sure, he just assumes it isn't the Captain, because: "The Captain's a total dip, so he obvi isn't doing any of the important stuff around here."

[knotawolf]

Sharky seems like a wise sage to Yufei, who is in the business of wrecking others.

"She got me little trees!" Which he means literally in that he picked up little tree air fresheners. "How is Captain if doesn't do things? That is what a Captain is. In charge of things."

What things - he's not sure.

[broshaw]

"She got you what?" He didn't know that plants were allowed on the ship!! Except the ones that are on the sports deck, whatever. "Hand to God, man, I don't know what that dude does around here. But that's what he's called, so..." Shrug!!

[knotawolf]

"Then anyone can be Captain. If they do more things why aren't they in charge?"

Like for example: Friday.

[broshaw]

"I guess 'cos the Captain can force you to do shit. Like, remember when you showed up on the boat and had to walk to the muster drill? That's his shit. So if people wanted to mutiny, they'd have to be able to out-maneuver him."

So, yeah: Friday!

[knotawolf]

"Other things can do that too."

The Captain isn't special!

[broshaw]

"Yeah, they can, but since they don't, this guy gets all the credit." He shrugs. "Ava likes him, so I guess he can't be, like, the worst..." But Ava did also work for the Nazis for a little bit soooooo maybe she isn't the best judge of character?

[knotawolf]

"Ava showed me forks." Which is probably a ringing endorsement, though almost everything he says sounds excited so it's a little hard to tell.

"Did bring us all here. And where is ship going? Don't like him."

[broshaw]

"Hah! Don't tell me she tried to teach you table manners." No fuckin' way does she know which fork goes where.

"So far as anyone's explained it to me, the ship isn't goin' anywhere. It's like... a hidey-hole. So the guy up top doesn't get caught by......." SHRUG. "Who fucking knows, man."

[knotawolf]

"Yes? How to pasta forks." Wait. "How to fork pasta?"

No that sounds wrong too. Oh well. Moving on.

"Can't run forever. Or hide. Have seen things try to do that - think forest is good place to disappear. But they get found. Though sometimes not alive anymore."