October Open

[theweakhavepurpose]

Who: Deputy Pratt and you! Also one Closed to Ash
What: Definitely not having PTSD from last October
Where: Outside the Tommy Bahama, his room, the cheese shop
When: October
Warnings: Residual freak outs about his best buddy, death talk, being real depressed.



1. And out of the red, out of her head. (Closed to Ash)
Pratt hasn't been in his room for a few days, sometimes he forgets he's supposed to sleep, and eat and drink and be human again. He's gotten so much better lately but habits forced into being are hard to break.

He pushes the door open and heads over to his side of the room to dig into some nice cold mashed potatoes, when he stops and stares at the bloody shirt shredded on the floor. That's not good. Immediately on edge he steps the rest of the way into the room, not touching the shirt.

"Hey? You in here?" He quietly closes the door behind him and looks around before drawing his gun and inching towards that scuffling noise coming from the closet.

2. If everything could ever be this real forever - Outside Tommy Bahama

His memory is bad, terrible even. What did he do yesterday? No idea. Who did he talk to this morning? Can't remember. But boy does he remember the terrible things. The awful things. If it would be better left forgotten he remembers every single detail. Everything.

Right now he's just standing in front of the Tommy Bahama, staring at the plate glass window, but he's not seeing Tommy Bahama; he's seeing the Spirit Halloween. Infinite decorations, darkness, violence and then Ava, ... and Sharky. But most definitely not Sharky. It just keeps replaying over and over in his head as he looks at nothing.

Maybe he should blink at some point...

3.Out of your head out of my head - Cheese Shop
Perched on one of the seats in the Cheese Shop, Pratt has wedged a giant knife with a red handle into the barrel that serves as the table. Occasionally he uses it to slice cheese against as he sits there eating his feelings with manchego and salami.

"If we can't really die, then we can't really live huh? Like.. what's the point of all that then? Just keep on keeping on while eating cheese? Is that all there is?"

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[theweakhavepurpose]

"I've been dead and it's not better. It's not anything. Even if this sucks being around and like... experiencing life is better than just nothing. But it's just.. it sucks."

He sighs and runs his hands through his hair.

"Hella people are gone now too. Bash. His boyfriend. All my roommates. Clarke."

That last one is probably the one that's hitting him the hardest.

[astrogator]

There's a small part of her that wants to scream at him. Because he's one of the people who does nothing to work towards escape, so what does he expect if not people disappearing one by one until it's his own turn?

She doesn't. She stays calm.

'Except they're not properly dead. They're stuck in the Nothing, under torture. I'd say a death where you just stop existing is a whole lot better than that.' Alright, no anger, but she doesn't deal in comforting lies, either.

That said, she's not heartless. 'I miss Clarke too,' she says quietly. 'It does suck. All of it.'

[theweakhavepurpose]

"That's why it sucks! If they were just dead everyone would move on. But they're not, they're stuck in there, inside the ship in the.. I dunno I guess the hourglasses. Or like the guy I fed Ebalon to. Not even a person anymore." He may have a terrible memory but he sure remembers every moment of that traumatizing mistake. Especially the way he sounded when he spoke.

"I was talking about myself. This, even tho it's depressing as fuck, is better than being dead. But that doesn't make it good you know? Even if some of it is kinda awesome." He glances over at her, wondering if she actually does know. "I asked Friday once, about how to get them back but once they're gone.. she didn't help much."

[astrogator]

The bewildered look she gives him suggests that she doesn't know. None of this is awesome to her. At its best, it's neutral, but most of it is horrific.

'I'd rather be dead than here.' That's not new information, Tayrey. It's also not an option right now. 'I'm not saying you should be. Only that not having that choice is... wrong.' She frowns.

'Of course Friday won't tell you anything useful. She works for our captor. She was literally created by him; I saw it! If we're going to change anything, we have to do it ourselves. Not just sit around eating cheese.'

[theweakhavepurpose]

Yeah he should have remembered who he's talking to and that she's probably not super interested in his slow meandering journey out of toxic masculinity and being himself for the first time in his life. The irony of that being after he's dead isn't lost on him.

"I know. I think most people would cuz it's really only me and Klaus that would go back to something way fucking worse. Fio too." He's getting distracted thinking about it, focusing on the wrong thing of, "I heard Friday is like.. made of teeth?"

Then he shakes his head because that's not really important. "Yeah I tried to do shit and that's probably why we ended up in that room full of heads. So you know... shit can go real bad too. So I think I'm entitled to some cheese."