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come_sailaway2023-11-26 06:55 pm
iwearnomask) wrote in come_sailaway2023-11-26 06:55 pm
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Good For You, You Look Happy And Healthy
Who: John Doe is back! You know, the guy with the mask who's 80% invisible? he's fine.
What: Looking for a friend, adjusting to life on the ship post canon update
Where: various places on the ship
When: late November.
Warnings: Potential mentions of injury and torture, canon was not kind to John and Arthur; likewise canon is not always kind when talking about mental health; will list anything specific in thread headers as they come up.
“You cannot defeat it. But you don’t have to let it win.”
The knife glistens.
“Goodbye, John-”
“Arthur! No-!”
Two lengths of memories fight to find their place in his mind: Months aboard a strange cruise ship in a pocket dimension, drifting further and further from Arthur and trying to find some sense of himself with his own body. Months in a prison pit in the Dreamlands, a harrowing journey in another world growing closer and closer to Arthur, despite the terrible things he said and did. Quietly moving on. Violently dying for each other.
And now: The ceiling of a clean cruise ship cabin.
The first thought, of course, is that this isn’t real.
Some trick of the King’s, meant to torment him, punishment for his defiance, something to force him back in line, but...
He couldn’t remember the cruise in the Dreamlands, he realizes, so how would the King think to weave this as an illusion? Unless his memories of his first stint aboard were also a product of the King, but even the labyrinth was tame by the King’s standards.
So... This was real. Lucky chance, or Kayne’s intervention? He didn’t know, but it also didn’t matter.
He was back, and Arthur -
Arthur!
1. You’re doing great out there without me, baby [closed to Arthur]
Did Arthur go back when he did? Did he come back when he did?
Given the state they both were last in (dying, separated, doomed), John is nothing short of frantic as he searches the ship for Arthur... So urgently that he doesn’t even try to find new clothes, running around in the bloody mess that Arthur had been wearing when they - they encountered the King.
It takes him ten minutes into the search to remember the communication devices, and he fumbles out a message to Arthur’s number:
Arthur its john where the fuck are you
2. Maybe I’m too emotional
John’s thoughts are so fixated on Arthur that he spares nothing for himself.
He really should have, because, uh, he isn’t in the cult robes anymore. And he’s not in the leggings and tights and beachwear, either.
No, passengers on the ship are instead witness to a pallid mask floating above bloody clothes, a pair of eyes visible through the eye-holes of the mask from the front and no other angle, the only bit of flesh visible being his left hand, and even then the smallest finger has been removed, seemingly replaced by a twig that’s grown into its place.
Gone is the caution he lurked around the ship with before; now his movements are frantic and his eyes are wild as he tries to remember Arthur’s haunts in the promenade, a memory simultaneously months ago and hardly a day old. His search takes him a few steps into each location, enough to see what’s there and who’s there and if any of that involves Arthur, sometimes even calling out-
“Arthur! Where are you?! Are you here?!”
3. You found a new girl, and it only took a couple weeks [closed to mother (: ]
Once he knows where and how Arthur is, he’s able to calm down. Which is good, because he also realizes he’s in dire need of a change of clothes, for comfort if not for not getting stared at by every fucking person on the ship.
At least he’s not in fucking cult robes again.
John searches through the racks of clothing for something to his tastes, avoiding everything yellow no matter how nicely the colour clicks in his mind. But he does so with caution, having not forgotten that the clothing store was home to a cougar. No matter how level-headed he remembered that cougar being, John can’t bring himself to be at ease in the domain of a predator at the moment.
4. You’re so unaffected, I really don’t get it.
After all that excitement, John finds himself back in the library. It was a place he went to regularly when he was previously on the ship. He read the poetry available, in part - he could admit now - to understand Arthur and his interests, but he also dipped his toes into the prose. Some attempt to understand more of himself as well, to find himself in stories and words.
Now that he had months of very visceral memories with Arthur, he could admit something else: His drifting through the library was just another form of apathy. Rather than simply being uninterested in the world and the people in it, he was maintaining distance, engaging with an imitation to avoid reality.
And yet, he’s there again, a book of poetry in hand, contemplating if and how it’ll hit different after just a little more time spent in someone else’s head.
(At least he’s dressed in normal Tommy Bahama clothes now. The mask is still there, though, and everything else is invisible but his left hand and his left leg from the calf-down, but hey, beats a cult robe.)
5. But I guess, good for you [Wildcard]
It seems quite a lot has happened since John was here last. There’s a bowling lane now? Was that there before or did he just overlook it? There’s wooden signposts on the sportsdeck, a table beside it, an ongoing project?
There’s a lot of little changes on the ship, and John takes a moment to note each one as he passes.
(Except for the memorial. He avoids that one for now.)
What: Looking for a friend, adjusting to life on the ship post canon update
Where: various places on the ship
When: late November.
Warnings: Potential mentions of injury and torture, canon was not kind to John and Arthur; likewise canon is not always kind when talking about mental health; will list anything specific in thread headers as they come up.
“You cannot defeat it. But you don’t have to let it win.”
The knife glistens.
“Goodbye, John-”
“Arthur! No-!”
Two lengths of memories fight to find their place in his mind: Months aboard a strange cruise ship in a pocket dimension, drifting further and further from Arthur and trying to find some sense of himself with his own body. Months in a prison pit in the Dreamlands, a harrowing journey in another world growing closer and closer to Arthur, despite the terrible things he said and did. Quietly moving on. Violently dying for each other.
And now: The ceiling of a clean cruise ship cabin.
The first thought, of course, is that this isn’t real.
Some trick of the King’s, meant to torment him, punishment for his defiance, something to force him back in line, but...
He couldn’t remember the cruise in the Dreamlands, he realizes, so how would the King think to weave this as an illusion? Unless his memories of his first stint aboard were also a product of the King, but even the labyrinth was tame by the King’s standards.
So... This was real. Lucky chance, or Kayne’s intervention? He didn’t know, but it also didn’t matter.
He was back, and Arthur -
Arthur!
1. You’re doing great out there without me, baby [closed to Arthur]
Did Arthur go back when he did? Did he come back when he did?
Given the state they both were last in (dying, separated, doomed), John is nothing short of frantic as he searches the ship for Arthur... So urgently that he doesn’t even try to find new clothes, running around in the bloody mess that Arthur had been wearing when they - they encountered the King.
It takes him ten minutes into the search to remember the communication devices, and he fumbles out a message to Arthur’s number:
Arthur its john where the fuck are you
2. Maybe I’m too emotional
John’s thoughts are so fixated on Arthur that he spares nothing for himself.
He really should have, because, uh, he isn’t in the cult robes anymore. And he’s not in the leggings and tights and beachwear, either.
No, passengers on the ship are instead witness to a pallid mask floating above bloody clothes, a pair of eyes visible through the eye-holes of the mask from the front and no other angle, the only bit of flesh visible being his left hand, and even then the smallest finger has been removed, seemingly replaced by a twig that’s grown into its place.
Gone is the caution he lurked around the ship with before; now his movements are frantic and his eyes are wild as he tries to remember Arthur’s haunts in the promenade, a memory simultaneously months ago and hardly a day old. His search takes him a few steps into each location, enough to see what’s there and who’s there and if any of that involves Arthur, sometimes even calling out-
“Arthur! Where are you?! Are you here?!”
3. You found a new girl, and it only took a couple weeks [closed to mother (: ]
Once he knows where and how Arthur is, he’s able to calm down. Which is good, because he also realizes he’s in dire need of a change of clothes, for comfort if not for not getting stared at by every fucking person on the ship.
At least he’s not in fucking cult robes again.
John searches through the racks of clothing for something to his tastes, avoiding everything yellow no matter how nicely the colour clicks in his mind. But he does so with caution, having not forgotten that the clothing store was home to a cougar. No matter how level-headed he remembered that cougar being, John can’t bring himself to be at ease in the domain of a predator at the moment.
4. You’re so unaffected, I really don’t get it.
After all that excitement, John finds himself back in the library. It was a place he went to regularly when he was previously on the ship. He read the poetry available, in part - he could admit now - to understand Arthur and his interests, but he also dipped his toes into the prose. Some attempt to understand more of himself as well, to find himself in stories and words.
Now that he had months of very visceral memories with Arthur, he could admit something else: His drifting through the library was just another form of apathy. Rather than simply being uninterested in the world and the people in it, he was maintaining distance, engaging with an imitation to avoid reality.
And yet, he’s there again, a book of poetry in hand, contemplating if and how it’ll hit different after just a little more time spent in someone else’s head.
(At least he’s dressed in normal Tommy Bahama clothes now. The mask is still there, though, and everything else is invisible but his left hand and his left leg from the calf-down, but hey, beats a cult robe.)
5. But I guess, good for you [Wildcard]
It seems quite a lot has happened since John was here last. There’s a bowling lane now? Was that there before or did he just overlook it? There’s wooden signposts on the sportsdeck, a table beside it, an ongoing project?
There’s a lot of little changes on the ship, and John takes a moment to note each one as he passes.
(Except for the memorial. He avoids that one for now.)
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The woman's pity feels strange. Misplaced, and not just because he doesn't deserve it. It's a more direct and misplaced comparison to Siffleur, who was - as John is understanding it through her telling of it - born in that in-between. John, on the other hand, had never been human. Nothing happened to him; he happened to other people.
"... Thank you." He settles on. He has to keep his eyes on her face and not the shard in her skull.
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But still... she knows he didn't want this. This isn't how they come into worlds. This isn't the way they want to be. He wouldn't look like her son if hadn't been changed the way Siffleur had.
She slowly picks herself up and pushes her hair over her shoulder, pulling her jacket close again. "Y-you're not my son b-but I... I know you anyway. I know you."
Her fingers pull at the buttons on her coat. "... I... I always wondered w-what part of him he g-got. I... I can't remember everything I felt when I... when I became more than h-human. It doesn't fit in a h-human mind neatly. I wondered but I... I was never sure." And she looks at him with her own yellow eyes. "I k-know now. Thank you."
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But does he tell this woman that? She obviously found some comfort in his familiarity. Would she still see it in the truth?
His eyes fix on the shard in her head. Just for a second, but it lingers in his mind just the same.
"... I... I'm not sure I'm a good example." he says. "We seem to be approaching humanity from different sides."
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And then she giggles to herself because, well... turns out it was. Not all the factors. John here is very different. Even if he looks like Siffleur, there's a hesitancy to him, a sense of guilt maybe. It's hard to tell. Her hands come to her face and she covers it until the giggles stop, which they do thankfully before they spiral out of control. "O-oh... we all... we all are j-just who we are. Nothing m-more."