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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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"I'm glad you do know that." Glad and... honestly kind of surprised. Good surprised.
"He did it on the other ship that time when they all signed up to go on the death excursion. Remember the really bad music? He said it was because he couldn't drown but he, um, he caught himself and Watson in the blast and made both their bones rain down in the kitchen HERE while I was in it." So, yeah, he's still kind of mad about it.
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"That's probably why Friday was really against helping me get the deep fryer installed here in the first place. She hates fire hazards. She probably doesn't like me very much because of it. But, come on, how else am I supposed to make toasted ravioli the right way?"
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If his hands weren't covered in potato goop and onion juice he'd hug Max right now. And it would only be his fourth or fifth hug of his entire year and a half here so that's a big deal.
"I think she knows you're not dumb enough to light the kitchen on fire. And Skulduggery doesn't have skin so he doesn't really need to worry about fire." He gallantly resists making the joke about bone broth here.
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"I hope so. I do my best to make sure everyone knows how to properly put out a grease fire and stuff like that, just in case. Sometimes I worry that she might be jealous since she doesn't have a mouth."
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Pratt furrows his brow as he thinks because he's vaguely remembering, "I think she does have one. Someone...Rita? Maybe? Told me they'd seen it. Or maybe it was Ava. But there was something about it being horrible, probably because she's made of dirt."
He's forgetting the part where it was described as "a lamprey in a Junji Ito novel".
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"Wait. What? Friday is made out of dirt?"
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"I've never asked her about it it seems sorta rude to saunter up and be like: sup, so how's the dirt today?"
how do you feel about fading from here?
"Okay, let's get back to the cooking stuff before I lose my appetite, huh?"