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?"

Comments

[decohere]

"Thanks to Sharky I know what a chud is," she tells him proudly of her very limited lingo that she's picked up from his influence.

"Ah, true. Well. It's something to prevent me from dying. For when we finally manage to leave here." She waits to see what Pratt manages to make from all that.

[theweakhavepurpose]

"We'll have to make you flash cards, keep up on that vocab." He's only half joking.

"Oh." There's a hint of disappointment because he was expecting some super juicy gossip with that leadup. "I mean that's awesome, but uh.. how do you know it works if you're here? And does that mean he thinks we're gonna escape?"

[decohere]

The disappointment makes her pause, making her think briefly that Pratt doesn't particularly care if she dies. He's mentioned he's rather apathetic to death anymore.

"Trust, that he wouldn't lie to me. He's tested it already, on Friday. And I think it's... him accepting it as a possibility. For all of us." But she knows Pratt likes it here. Maybe he wouldn't be as eager to do so.

[theweakhavepurpose]

"Oh man, acknowledging he's fallible is huge. Like huge huge. That means there's hope that people can get out. Probably Lieutenant Tayrey who's been basically clawing at the walls to leave. I just don't wanna get smushed into a black hole vortex when she does it." He's not even sure what he's gonna do if everyone leaves. He doesn't wanna go stir crazy alone again.

"Why do you wanna keep that secret? You were acting like if anyone overheard it would be bad. It wouldn't work on anyone else right?"

[decohere]

"There's hope," she agrees. "Because he wants out too. This place was created out of his misery, and powered by ours... and he's finally seeing beyond that, a future." She knows her and Pratt could easily survive a place like this, for far longer. But it's true, there's others that are suffering, clawing to get out. And lately more are vanishing than arriving. The excursions are increasingly wearing her down, as much as she stubbornly keeps that to herself. But she'll stick with the Captain as long as necessary to ensure the way out is safe.

She fidgets a bit uncomfortably. "I don't know exactly how it works. I'm no good with magic. But I worry that it's something that somebody might... try to somehow use against him. Or me." Because people can do desperate things when their very souls are on the line. "It's valuable, and I want to keep it safe."

[theweakhavepurpose]

"I guess this is a dumb question but why not remake a new reality not out of misery? Like one fueled off hopes and dreams and rainbows and shit? He made this, make that instead." It can't possibly be that easy but hey, might as well ask.

"Oh. Yeah okay, blackmail shit. I get it. But dude that blows that's even a concern. You're getting fucked by association cuz you're trying to help."

[decohere]

"Oh please, Pratt. Have you ever tried to make an entire group of people happy?" Ava sighs out. "You could make a magical world full of dreams and people would manage to turn it into a nightmare." It just seems to be human nature, to ruin anything good. They did have nice excursions for awhile, after all. Didn't make anyone any happier for it.

"I don't think anyone resents me specifically," she keeps to herself as much as possible anymore. "But I don't think they'd hesitate either, if I was in the way." Which she can't exactly blame anyone for. It's a reasonable tactic in warfare.

[theweakhavepurpose]

"I'm gonna be honest here, uh... no. No I have not. I'm kinda a dick? But yeah, people suck. Just generally." As a cop he's seen the worst of humanity, or so he thought until he saw even worse through the cult.

"Probably not personal but that doesn't mean it don't feel hella shitty knowing you can't trust no one."