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come_sailaway2023-09-10 02:58 am
decohere) wrote in come_sailaway2023-09-10 02:58 am
we were good, we were gold
Who: Ava & Co
When: September
What: Floral frenzy
Warnings: um... oof. idk. these are kinda messy.
i. we were right 'til we weren't
angel's trumpet
(buffet, ota)
'That's not part of your recommended meal plan.'
Ava adds another pancake to her afternoon breakfast in response, spreads the butter on thick while listening to her handler drone on about daily caloric intake. Pours herself coffee and rolls her eyes as the lecture continues on about her sleep schedule. She should have been up and worked out hours before now. Ava hasn't worked out in weeks, she's reminded.
'You think your defiance has given you control, but it's only made you soft.'
She slams the plate on the table a bit harder than intended, twitching in annoyance at the disappointed 'tsk' from over her left shoulder. She won't look back. She refuses to give the hallucination any satisfaction in her acknowledgment. (It's a hallucination, right?)
Outside of her dinner routine, she prefers to have meals alone so she can properly ruminate about whatever existential dread the roulette wheel in her mind has settled on. Get it out of the way so she can get on with the rest of her day. But as she tries to drown out the voice of her handler by angrily crunching on a piece of crispy bacon, Ava waves over whoever else happens to be settling in at the buffet. Hoping that some company might be enough of a distraction.
ii. built a home and watched it burn
begonia
(anywhere, or library. ota)
a. "Why are you following me?" Ava snaps, turning sharply on her heel to confront whoever is closest.
b. Or another time, as she's returning books to the library, she ducks behind the shelves. Eyes narrowed, watching another passenger pick through a selection of titles. What are they up to? Something suspicious, clearly.
iii. i didn't wanna leave you, i didn't wanna lie
orange lily & purple hyacinth
(for Crichton)
She might have only met him once, but Ava can't stop thinking about how much she hates Crichton. The orange lily that she brushed against ensures that. He came to her wedding, uninvited. Made her laugh with his obnoxious chicken dance. And then signed her friend up for the melee, forcing her to participate against her wishes. Where she was compelled to brutally rip her husband apart. And all because he has some stupid demon in his head that he's apparently not taking any responsibility for, he gets away with it? Isn't to blame? (And worst of all, he shares a name with her favorite author? What a shithead.)
Nobody holds anyone accountable here. There's always excuses, sob stories. Ava's fell for far too many of them. But she's not this time, no. She's going to get her justice.
It takes her awhile to figure out which flower has the desired effects. Watches others closely as research. And settles with the purple hyacinth. She's carefully not to touch it directly as she uses scissors and gloves to snip a cluster of them. Has her face covered in a scarf to avoid any inhalation. She wraps the flowers up tightly so she doesn't accidentally expose herself in the process.
And then lurks invisibly, waiting for an opportunity to strike upon her target.
iv. started to cry, but then remembered i...
forget-me-not
(anywhere, ota)
She's doing her best to avoid messing about with the strange effects of the sprawling plant life... Except. There's this very lovely patch of dainty periwinkle flowers that she keeps happening upon. And immediately forgets that there's anything wrong with the flowers at all.
a. It starts small enough. Forgetting where she was going, what she was doing. A pause, a confused glance around.
b. But it takes root inside her. Draws her back to those same flowers even though there's a tingling of a warning to stay away. She picks them, takes them back to her room, puts them in a little fancy cup from the dining room as a makeshift vase. It really adds a nice bit of color to the place.
Later she forgets which room is even hers, trying to unlock the wrong door.
c. She goes back to the patch again, presses the flowers inside her notebook that she's busily been studying... things that seemed important. But the sigils now just lose context and she begins doodling flowers instead. Hundreds of five-petal tiny flowers grace several pages of her notebook...
She looks startled to realize she has a cup of tea sitting in front of her, long gone cold. Looks up, wondering when she got to the cafe. Stares at a face that almost looks familiar, but... "Who are you?"
d. Eventually her longer term memory starts to rapidly diminish. Ava looks nervous as she flits about the ship. "What... is this place?" She sounds lost. There's a dozen little forget-me-nots braided into her hair.
e. wildflower~ (this is a hanahaki prompt where Ava's compelled to get stuck in a worsening amnesia loop soooo... definitely open to somebody trying to help her. but. uh. if she doesn't fulfill the urge to keep forgetting she's going to die. but that's probably something she can be convinced of.)
When: September
What: Floral frenzy
Warnings: um... oof. idk. these are kinda messy.
i. we were right 'til we weren't
angel's trumpet
(buffet, ota)
'That's not part of your recommended meal plan.'
Ava adds another pancake to her afternoon breakfast in response, spreads the butter on thick while listening to her handler drone on about daily caloric intake. Pours herself coffee and rolls her eyes as the lecture continues on about her sleep schedule. She should have been up and worked out hours before now. Ava hasn't worked out in weeks, she's reminded.
'You think your defiance has given you control, but it's only made you soft.'
She slams the plate on the table a bit harder than intended, twitching in annoyance at the disappointed 'tsk' from over her left shoulder. She won't look back. She refuses to give the hallucination any satisfaction in her acknowledgment. (It's a hallucination, right?)
Outside of her dinner routine, she prefers to have meals alone so she can properly ruminate about whatever existential dread the roulette wheel in her mind has settled on. Get it out of the way so she can get on with the rest of her day. But as she tries to drown out the voice of her handler by angrily crunching on a piece of crispy bacon, Ava waves over whoever else happens to be settling in at the buffet. Hoping that some company might be enough of a distraction.
ii. built a home and watched it burn
begonia
(anywhere, or library. ota)
a. "Why are you following me?" Ava snaps, turning sharply on her heel to confront whoever is closest.
b. Or another time, as she's returning books to the library, she ducks behind the shelves. Eyes narrowed, watching another passenger pick through a selection of titles. What are they up to? Something suspicious, clearly.
iii. i didn't wanna leave you, i didn't wanna lie
orange lily & purple hyacinth
(for Crichton)
She might have only met him once, but Ava can't stop thinking about how much she hates Crichton. The orange lily that she brushed against ensures that. He came to her wedding, uninvited. Made her laugh with his obnoxious chicken dance. And then signed her friend up for the melee, forcing her to participate against her wishes. Where she was compelled to brutally rip her husband apart. And all because he has some stupid demon in his head that he's apparently not taking any responsibility for, he gets away with it? Isn't to blame? (And worst of all, he shares a name with her favorite author? What a shithead.)
Nobody holds anyone accountable here. There's always excuses, sob stories. Ava's fell for far too many of them. But she's not this time, no. She's going to get her justice.
It takes her awhile to figure out which flower has the desired effects. Watches others closely as research. And settles with the purple hyacinth. She's carefully not to touch it directly as she uses scissors and gloves to snip a cluster of them. Has her face covered in a scarf to avoid any inhalation. She wraps the flowers up tightly so she doesn't accidentally expose herself in the process.
And then lurks invisibly, waiting for an opportunity to strike upon her target.
iv. started to cry, but then remembered i...
forget-me-not
(anywhere, ota)
She's doing her best to avoid messing about with the strange effects of the sprawling plant life... Except. There's this very lovely patch of dainty periwinkle flowers that she keeps happening upon. And immediately forgets that there's anything wrong with the flowers at all.
a. It starts small enough. Forgetting where she was going, what she was doing. A pause, a confused glance around.
b. But it takes root inside her. Draws her back to those same flowers even though there's a tingling of a warning to stay away. She picks them, takes them back to her room, puts them in a little fancy cup from the dining room as a makeshift vase. It really adds a nice bit of color to the place.
Later she forgets which room is even hers, trying to unlock the wrong door.
c. She goes back to the patch again, presses the flowers inside her notebook that she's busily been studying... things that seemed important. But the sigils now just lose context and she begins doodling flowers instead. Hundreds of five-petal tiny flowers grace several pages of her notebook...
She looks startled to realize she has a cup of tea sitting in front of her, long gone cold. Looks up, wondering when she got to the cafe. Stares at a face that almost looks familiar, but... "Who are you?"
d. Eventually her longer term memory starts to rapidly diminish. Ava looks nervous as she flits about the ship. "What... is this place?" She sounds lost. There's a dozen little forget-me-nots braided into her hair.
e. wildflower~ (this is a hanahaki prompt where Ava's compelled to get stuck in a worsening amnesia loop soooo... definitely open to somebody trying to help her. but. uh. if she doesn't fulfill the urge to keep forgetting she's going to die. but that's probably something she can be convinced of.)