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Entry tags:
October Catch-All
Who: Max & OPEN
What: Covering Max's reactions to the Tiamat Plot & also Recovery after + lighter stuff for mid-month as desired
When: Thru October
Where: All over, stated in prompts
Warning: Discussion of trauma and death in reaction to the Valdis/Tiamat plot. I can tone it down if needed, please just ask
Timeline For My Own Sanity (Hope this helps!)
Late Sep. 30 Valdis is killed by Harvey
Early Oct. 1 Cass Notifies Max
Probably Oct. 2 Max in kitchen keeping busy talks with Grace
Early Oct. 3 Max Finds out Tiamat rose instead of Valdis
Immediately After Oct. 3 Daisy Comforts Max First
Oct. 3 in the morning, Ash is Killed. Three Days Later Ash texts Max he's back alive
A nebulous amount of time later, Erin texts to tell Max Valdis is Alive!
Keeping Busy In The Kitchen Oct. 2
Valdis was killed. There's nothing he can do about it. All he can do is wait and hope. Right now, there's only one way he knows how to cope with such feelings of helplessness. Baking.
Find him from morning until night in the kitchen surrounded by macarons of every shape, color, and size he can possibly think of. Macarons are her favorite. Their favorite. He wants enough to be able to shower her in them the moment she's awake again.
His eyes are red and his nose is raw from wiping away tears all night, but right now his expression is hollow and determinedly blank. He won't let himself contaminate his work with more tears. He won't...
Oct. 3- End of Tiamat [Cw: Heavy depression, hygiene/health neglect, disordered eating, alcoholism/drugs]
The only thing that was keeping him from breaking down completely was the hope of seeing Valdis again in three days. But now... the worst possible thing has come to pass. Valdis's body woke, but it wasn't her. It wasn't her...
Baking isn't enough to keep him glued together now. He's crumbling under the fear that he'll never see the woman he loves again. And even worse, that her body is being puppeted to commit such heinous and unforgivable acts. Ash... oh, Ash...
He can barely bring himself to get out of bed to face the new days. He hasn't gotten up to exercise even once this week. The usual 5 o'clock shadow his chin sports is turning into a full patchy beard because he hasn't bothered to shave, let alone gell back his wild curly hair. He hasn't put much care into his appearance at all, wearing his Crew pajamas almost all day, or otherwise wearing his gym shorts and T-shirts despite not doing any workouts. His appetite has gone the same way as his fashion sense. Not even the desperate rumbling of hunger in his belly is enough to persuade him to do much more than drink some juice without prompting.
Occasionally, he can be spotted out of his cabin moping around in the library, the hot tub, or, more likely, the bars. At a time like this, that new weed selection in the cigarette machine is starting to look attractive, even if he doesn't smoke. Oddly, the one place he can't be found right now is the kitchen. That's how you know it's Bad.
Post Tiamat Plot - Cooking Lessons
Now that things are finally back to the way they should be, he can breathe. It's almost like he came back alive the moment Valdis did. His passion for cooking has come flooding back to him so fiercely he can barely contain it. He feels a sudden need to share in his joy. So, he does something he's been thinking about for a long time.
All around the ship, new flyers have gone up (and, yes, they have brail translations too):
Cooking lessons!
Group sessions from 1:00-3:00 every Friday.
All skill levels welcome.
Offered by Max Maximum.
Private lessons also available, contact Max directly to schedule
Hope to see you there!
On that Friday, Max will be in the kitchen around noon to prep for his very first time teaching an actual class. He's nervous but also excited. He doesn't know what level everyone might be, so he's decided today's lesson will be something simple but still rewarding. He's going to teach everyone how to make homemade chicken noodle soup, including cooking the raw chicken, making the broth, and the noodles. There's a little bit of everything. It should be a good baseline. At least, he hops so. Never know with this crew, they might still manage to set something on fire.
"Welcome! Come on in. Go ahead and grab an apron and go to one of the stations. We'll get started when we have a full group." Said aprons are courtesy of the Spirit Tommy Bahama.
(ooc: You are welcome to treat this like a mingle as well, make fun of each other's fuck-ups, or whatever. Also, I'm happy to write a prompt for private lessons upon request. FYI, if you miss this one, I plan to repeat the prompt again in future months!)
Pillow Pit!!
Later in the month, Max finally remembers to go pick up the mail he had waiting for him at Sundries. There isn't a box, but rather a letter that describes a new feature at the spa and a key to open it. He is now the proud facilitator of a new pillow pit.
Catch him on his way there, so excited he can't stop himself from running. He'll wave at you and beckon to follow, "Come with me, I got a new surprise!"
He didn't really know what to expect but he has to say the decore is really... something.
"Wow..."
But that won't dissuade him from doing a fearless bellyflop right into the pillows. "Oh, fuck, it's so soft. God, I might never leave..."
This is his new favorite nap space now. He makes a point of coming in here almost daily to catch some 'zzz' while hoping maybe someone else will want to cuddle with him. It will be especially nice when that next excursion starts and he needs somewhere to go to seek comfort since he really can't bring himself to go on this one. Anyone else is always welcome to join.
What: Covering Max's reactions to the Tiamat Plot & also Recovery after + lighter stuff for mid-month as desired
When: Thru October
Where: All over, stated in prompts
Warning: Discussion of trauma and death in reaction to the Valdis/Tiamat plot. I can tone it down if needed, please just ask
Timeline For My Own Sanity (Hope this helps!)
Late Sep. 30 Valdis is killed by Harvey
Early Oct. 1 Cass Notifies Max
Probably Oct. 2 Max in kitchen keeping busy talks with Grace
Early Oct. 3 Max Finds out Tiamat rose instead of Valdis
Immediately After Oct. 3 Daisy Comforts Max First
Oct. 3 in the morning, Ash is Killed. Three Days Later Ash texts Max he's back alive
A nebulous amount of time later, Erin texts to tell Max Valdis is Alive!
Keeping Busy In The Kitchen Oct. 2
Valdis was killed. There's nothing he can do about it. All he can do is wait and hope. Right now, there's only one way he knows how to cope with such feelings of helplessness. Baking.
Find him from morning until night in the kitchen surrounded by macarons of every shape, color, and size he can possibly think of. Macarons are her favorite. Their favorite. He wants enough to be able to shower her in them the moment she's awake again.
His eyes are red and his nose is raw from wiping away tears all night, but right now his expression is hollow and determinedly blank. He won't let himself contaminate his work with more tears. He won't...
Oct. 3- End of Tiamat [Cw: Heavy depression, hygiene/health neglect, disordered eating, alcoholism/drugs]
The only thing that was keeping him from breaking down completely was the hope of seeing Valdis again in three days. But now... the worst possible thing has come to pass. Valdis's body woke, but it wasn't her. It wasn't her...
Baking isn't enough to keep him glued together now. He's crumbling under the fear that he'll never see the woman he loves again. And even worse, that her body is being puppeted to commit such heinous and unforgivable acts. Ash... oh, Ash...
He can barely bring himself to get out of bed to face the new days. He hasn't gotten up to exercise even once this week. The usual 5 o'clock shadow his chin sports is turning into a full patchy beard because he hasn't bothered to shave, let alone gell back his wild curly hair. He hasn't put much care into his appearance at all, wearing his Crew pajamas almost all day, or otherwise wearing his gym shorts and T-shirts despite not doing any workouts. His appetite has gone the same way as his fashion sense. Not even the desperate rumbling of hunger in his belly is enough to persuade him to do much more than drink some juice without prompting.
Occasionally, he can be spotted out of his cabin moping around in the library, the hot tub, or, more likely, the bars. At a time like this, that new weed selection in the cigarette machine is starting to look attractive, even if he doesn't smoke. Oddly, the one place he can't be found right now is the kitchen. That's how you know it's Bad.
Post Tiamat Plot - Cooking Lessons
Now that things are finally back to the way they should be, he can breathe. It's almost like he came back alive the moment Valdis did. His passion for cooking has come flooding back to him so fiercely he can barely contain it. He feels a sudden need to share in his joy. So, he does something he's been thinking about for a long time.
All around the ship, new flyers have gone up (and, yes, they have brail translations too):
Cooking lessons!
Group sessions from 1:00-3:00 every Friday.
All skill levels welcome.
Offered by Max Maximum.
Private lessons also available, contact Max directly to schedule
Hope to see you there!
On that Friday, Max will be in the kitchen around noon to prep for his very first time teaching an actual class. He's nervous but also excited. He doesn't know what level everyone might be, so he's decided today's lesson will be something simple but still rewarding. He's going to teach everyone how to make homemade chicken noodle soup, including cooking the raw chicken, making the broth, and the noodles. There's a little bit of everything. It should be a good baseline. At least, he hops so. Never know with this crew, they might still manage to set something on fire.
"Welcome! Come on in. Go ahead and grab an apron and go to one of the stations. We'll get started when we have a full group." Said aprons are courtesy of the Spirit Tommy Bahama.
(ooc: You are welcome to treat this like a mingle as well, make fun of each other's fuck-ups, or whatever. Also, I'm happy to write a prompt for private lessons upon request. FYI, if you miss this one, I plan to repeat the prompt again in future months!)
Pillow Pit!!
Later in the month, Max finally remembers to go pick up the mail he had waiting for him at Sundries. There isn't a box, but rather a letter that describes a new feature at the spa and a key to open it. He is now the proud facilitator of a new pillow pit.
Catch him on his way there, so excited he can't stop himself from running. He'll wave at you and beckon to follow, "Come with me, I got a new surprise!"
He didn't really know what to expect but he has to say the decore is really... something.
"Wow..."
But that won't dissuade him from doing a fearless bellyflop right into the pillows. "Oh, fuck, it's so soft. God, I might never leave..."
This is his new favorite nap space now. He makes a point of coming in here almost daily to catch some 'zzz' while hoping maybe someone else will want to cuddle with him. It will be especially nice when that next excursion starts and he needs somewhere to go to seek comfort since he really can't bring himself to go on this one. Anyone else is always welcome to join.
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"The sharper the knife, the safer it is to use, believe it or not. The worst thing you could do is try to cut produce with a dull knife and have it skip off onto your finger. I make it a point to keep my knives as sharp as they can be. But, while we're on the subject, do you know what to do if you do cut yourself while cooking?"
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The knife... it's as sharp as the one from the Dreamlands. He knows exactly how it would feel going into him. Which isn't a problem on its own, but when Max starts lecturing on how to not stab oneself, Arthur very, very carefully puts the knife back down on the countertop.
"Er... stop the bleeding, I suppose. So that you're not getting blood on the food."
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"That's definitely a concern. You want to move to the sink as quickly as you can, but, actually, you might want to let it bleed for just a minute as long as it isn't too deep. That helps flush the wound. Then you need to wash it off with soap and water. After that, dry it really well before you bandage it. Over by the sink, I have a first-aid kit with some gauze, bandaids, and wound wrap. Can I guide you to it so you'll be able to feel where it is?"
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"First aid, at least, I have some experience with. I may not look it-" (this is a joke) "-but I have bandaged a wound or two in my time."
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"Okay, so here's the faucet," Max says, taking Arthur's hand and bringing him there first as a point of reference. And right above"--he's lifting Arthur's hand straight up to the handle on the cabinet--"here, on the left is the cabinet. And right in front--feel the square box?--That's the kit. We've got scissors, rubbing alcohol, aloe for burns (the aloe is the squeeze bottle, you don't want to confuse those two), small bandages, tweezers in case you need to remove some broken glass splinters, and some ace wrap if the smaller bandages don't cut it. There is a bottle of Tylenol in there too for pain. Make sense?"