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]

"Fun? I mean I.... wait didn't you almost get killed in there? Actually...You didn't die did you? That weird spider fucker." He takes a sec and then actually pulls a name out of the soup of his brain. "Chase."

At least this has roused him from his stupor. "You really want to do a halloween party again?"

[busball]

Klaus squints slightly. "No. That was...uh...Crichton. I almost died on the deck...ish. Nearish the pool. That...uh...kid with the hair???" What was his name again? Not Stede...but like...similar?

"I just wanted sexy costumes for uhhh....you know. Reasons." The reasons are sex-related.

[theweakhavepurpose]

"Oh right. Yeah. I was in there with Bash when he was getting shit to do some sort of séance thing to get Chase out of his boyfriend's body. Which must have worked cuz uh.. Chase ended up in his own body full of spiders and stuff. Huh, never really thought about that... Maybe Bash coulda done that to everyone." Too bad he isn't around to ask, or maybe he séanced himself out of here. Hmm..

"Are the reasons: for sex?"

[busball]

Klaus looks sad for a moment. "Yeah, Jeff. I miss Jeff. And Bash." They were his friends and now he's just out here feeling sad about it all over again. Klaus doesn't remember who Chase is, but maybe just cause they didn't spend all that much time with Chase.

"Ha. Yeah. Yeah, the reasons are for sex." There's a laugh at that. "As if I really need it to make Nobunaga five seconds from jumping me anywhere, but...it's fun to have like...heels and thigh highs on anyway. Just for his face."

[theweakhavepurpose]

"Yeah Bash was... he was great." Pratt is particularly morose about losing the only person who's ever been weirdly gentle and sweet with him. It had felt a little weird, but also, nice. And he'll probably never get that again.

"Nah I get it, you don't need it but it's fun. That's the point of costumes. I used to date a nurse, and scrubs are deff not as hot as the halloween outfits. But they're also really easy to get on and off so there's bonuses there."

[busball]

Klaus would normally reach out and pat Pratt on the shoulder, but given it's Pratt, they resist the urge because touch is a weird thing with him and they don't want to set him off for no reason. "Sorry, buddy. It sucks losing people."

They laugh a little. "I mean, that's fair. I don't have anything too hard to get off. Except like the leather pants that lace up on the sides and that one goth cowboy look I've got. Nobunaga actually really likes that one. I dunno why, but it is a crowd favorite."

[theweakhavepurpose]

"Leather pants that lace up the side sound hot tho. Can unlace them with your teeth and all that." He's sure he doesn't have to tell Klaus all the sexy options.

"Cuz he's a samurai sorta, and cowboys and samurai are like the same things in different time zones. Just slightly shifted. Swords versus revolvers. Both on horses. Cool hats. Weird codes of honor only they understand."

[busball]

Klaus laughs and nods. "Yeah. And he does like to use his teeth a lot." Most of the bite marks are places where people won't notice unless they are shirtless. It's not hard to miss in those moments.

"Hmmm." They consider that. "Yeah. I guess that's fair. I mean, I'm not about to argue with him finding me sexually attractive anyway. So if goth cowboy does it for him, I will wear it whenever I want. I wore a short shirt once and I think his brain short-circuited. It was funny."

[theweakhavepurpose]

"Gotta keep it interesting as a married man now. Keeping it fresh." He says as if he fucking knows and isn't parroting shit he saw on MTV.

"You're corrupting his precious sense of propriety. Demon propriety."

[busball]

Klaus shrugs. "Yeah. I mean, it's definitely fun. We've discussed a few questionable things." But it's probably not to weird. Except maybe the extreme asphyxiation one. But they're not sure whether it's a good idea to get into that.

"Ha. Yeah. It's mostly the funniest when I tell him he's cute and he looks so affronted even though he was literally just doing something adorable as heck seconds before. And then he gets flustered and argues and bites in retaliation. He's like a kitten."

[theweakhavepurpose]

"Heh. He really is. And I told him that to his face once and he got all pissy and tried to break my arm." Said as if that's a normal thing to happen when people get upset.

"He's gotta know right? That the more he protests the cuter it is?"

[busball]

Klaus turns to look at him in confusion. "When did that happen? Do I need to scold him about it?" Cause it sounds like something they need to scold him about. It's one thing hurting him, but...well, Pratt likes being messed up, though. But only in a sexual situation. There's a lot of questions.

"I think he just doesn't want to know."

[theweakhavepurpose]

"It was either in the room with all the heads or before the wedding. I don't remember which. One was when I told him he was adorable, and the other was when I said he was way too cute and nice to be a sadist and he wanted to prove me wrong. And nah, it's all good. I've uh.. I've had worse." He sheepishly holds up his hand still missing that finger from Blackbeard.

"He'd probably blush so hard he explodes if he knew everyone thought you guys are fucking precious."

[busball]

Klaus doesn't have a cop voice, but that doesn't stop them from giving Pratt a very serious look. "Just cause you've had worse doesn't mean you should accept unkindness from others. I seem to recall you having a lot of opinions about similar stuff with me." They let that hang in the air for a moment. "You matter to me and I don't want you to get hurt for something that dumb. I'll tell him not to do it again."

They do snort about that. "He probably would. I'll tell him I heard about it during sex. That's the best time."

[theweakhavepurpose]

Hey now, that's not fair to use his own tactics against him. At least he manages to look slightly sheepish about it. "Yeah yeah. I know. You're supposed to listen to my wise words and not send 'em back to me."

A huff, because how dare. "I'll ... yeah. I should probably give a shit about myself."

[busball]

Klaus gives him a little smile. "Well. You know...if I have to deal with it, then so do you. So guess...you're gonna have to deal with that."

They nod at those words, though. "Yes. I think you should probably give a shit about yourself. Mostly cause I know a lot of people give a shit about you on the ship. Me included. And if I have to care about myself, so do you. Cause I'm not doing this alone."

[theweakhavepurpose]

"And now the student becomes the master."

Not that he's happy about it, "Hey, didn't we already make a pact about this before? And weren't we supposed to be rewarding ourselves with ice cream for it?"

[busball]

"Ha. That's definitely something."

They hum thoughtfully before nodding. "Yeah. I'm not sure we've been doing all that well with it, though. But I think maybe we still deserve ice cream."

[theweakhavepurpose]

"Okay so we kinda suck at this, but incremental progress is still progress. Better than a year ago right?" he groans, "Fuuuuck. I keep forgetting I've been here for over a year. That's so damn long. Anyway yes. Ice Cream. We deserve it."

[busball]

"I mean, yeah. We definitely suck." A beat. "I'm pretty sure we're not supposed to say that, though" It is pretty crazy it's been over a year now. They squint into the distance about it. "It's so weird. When I first showed up, it was Stede's birthday...and things were really you know...happy?" It didn't seem as fucked up at that point.

They shrug before making their way to the ice cream store, motioning for Pratt to follow. "Keep up, slowpoke! It's ice cream time!"