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come_sailaway2023-12-12 09:16 pm
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December Catch-All
Who: Max & Open
What: Max stayed behind on the ship so now he's stress baking + It's his birthday + reactions to people being home by Christmas + closed starters
When: Thru December, Birthday on Dec 20
Where: All over, technically, but let's be real, mostly the kitchen
Warnings: Stress baking and sadness, one prompt will be NSFW, others could follow because it's Max.
Stress Baking
It's fine. It will be fine. Ash and Valdis have each other. They'll watch each other's backs. He knows it. And Security will protect Helena while she makes sure it takes care of itself. Phil went, so Cassandra will be okay, right? And Klaus is... Klaus. Nothing keeps them down for long. He envies how they can float through so much without letting it touch them.
If only Max could find some of that calm for himself right now. They've been gone for so long. These things didn't usually last so long, did they? How long were they at that winter hotel?
In his distress, he's turned to the one thing that always soothes him--baking. He's not doing it quite as obsessively as the last time, but that doesn't mean the kitchen isn't rapidly filling up with cookies decorated in an assortment of winter and Christmas themes. There are some fruitcakes mixed in, too, and gingerbread. At the rate he's going, he'll have two dozen cookies to give to each and every person on this ship. He's already started bundling them into little gift bags if for no other reason than to get them out of the way and organized.
Among the batch are two very special containers--cakes he made specifically for the Captain and Sparkles. They can best be described as a diabetic coma in pastry form. One bite might be enough sugar to put even the Captain into a sugar coma. Good luck to any poor unsuspecting passenger on this ship who accidentally tries to sample one of these.
But why would they open a Tupperware that's been marked as "For The Captain" and "For Sparkles" when there are plenty of nice normal cookies all around? All anyone has to do is catch Max in the kitchen during one of his many long baking stints. Hopefully, those times he isn't in are because he's getting some normal food to eat or he's sleeping. That's what he's doing, right? He wouldn't subsist on only cookies for two weeks, surely? (He would.)
Happy Birthday
They still aren't back. When he told them it was okay to go, he never imagined they'd be gone long enough to miss his birthday. And yet...
Still, he should do something, right? Ylva is on board. So are Edgar and Daisy. Maybe they could all use a little something to brighten their day while they are all stuck waiting. So, today, instead of cookies, he's making an elaborate birthday cake for himself. And, because it's him, he's making golden Macarons to go on top as a garnish. At least it's giving him something to focus on today besides the fact that he's another year older and things are still... not as good as he wished.
Later on in the day, he goes around the ship looking for anyone and everyone he can find. He'll hand them a hand-written card he's made:
Max's Birthday Party!
Tonight starting at 6:00 PM
At Playback
Join me for a casual night of games and cake?
(No gifts expected)
He hopes people will come just so he won't feel so alone right now. They don't have to know him well, he welcomes them all.
For Grace-NSFW
It took him some trial and error to get these visual aids just right for Grace. Well, okay, so maybe he was being extra, extra careful to make them accurate and generally representative because he didn't want to give her any false ideas. He takes his job as a teacher here very seriously. Grace is counting on him... no matter how awkward this is gonna feel.
He's texted to let Grace know to come meet him, where else? The kitchen. In front of him are two objects lovingly sculpted out of modeling chocolate. One is an anatomically correct penis and balls, colored and painted with extreme attention to detail and even decorated with small strands of candy "hair". Beside that sits an equally detailed sculpture of a vulva with a long canal for the vagina attached. It has "hair" too. Along with those is a bowl of melted white icing, and an unopened condom package. Let the lessons begin.
Homecoming
Placeholder for when we get to the event end. I'll write this later. :p
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What: Max stayed behind on the ship so now he's stress baking + It's his birthday + reactions to people being home by Christmas + closed starters
When: Thru December, Birthday on Dec 20
Where: All over, technically, but let's be real, mostly the kitchen
Warnings: Stress baking and sadness, one prompt will be NSFW, others could follow because it's Max.
Stress Baking
It's fine. It will be fine. Ash and Valdis have each other. They'll watch each other's backs. He knows it. And Security will protect Helena while she makes sure it takes care of itself. Phil went, so Cassandra will be okay, right? And Klaus is... Klaus. Nothing keeps them down for long. He envies how they can float through so much without letting it touch them.
If only Max could find some of that calm for himself right now. They've been gone for so long. These things didn't usually last so long, did they? How long were they at that winter hotel?
In his distress, he's turned to the one thing that always soothes him--baking. He's not doing it quite as obsessively as the last time, but that doesn't mean the kitchen isn't rapidly filling up with cookies decorated in an assortment of winter and Christmas themes. There are some fruitcakes mixed in, too, and gingerbread. At the rate he's going, he'll have two dozen cookies to give to each and every person on this ship. He's already started bundling them into little gift bags if for no other reason than to get them out of the way and organized.
Among the batch are two very special containers--cakes he made specifically for the Captain and Sparkles. They can best be described as a diabetic coma in pastry form. One bite might be enough sugar to put even the Captain into a sugar coma. Good luck to any poor unsuspecting passenger on this ship who accidentally tries to sample one of these.
But why would they open a Tupperware that's been marked as "For The Captain" and "For Sparkles" when there are plenty of nice normal cookies all around? All anyone has to do is catch Max in the kitchen during one of his many long baking stints. Hopefully, those times he isn't in are because he's getting some normal food to eat or he's sleeping. That's what he's doing, right? He wouldn't subsist on only cookies for two weeks, surely? (He would.)
Happy Birthday
They still aren't back. When he told them it was okay to go, he never imagined they'd be gone long enough to miss his birthday. And yet...
Still, he should do something, right? Ylva is on board. So are Edgar and Daisy. Maybe they could all use a little something to brighten their day while they are all stuck waiting. So, today, instead of cookies, he's making an elaborate birthday cake for himself. And, because it's him, he's making golden Macarons to go on top as a garnish. At least it's giving him something to focus on today besides the fact that he's another year older and things are still... not as good as he wished.
Later on in the day, he goes around the ship looking for anyone and everyone he can find. He'll hand them a hand-written card he's made:
Max's Birthday Party!
Tonight starting at 6:00 PM
At Playback
Join me for a casual night of games and cake?
(No gifts expected)
He hopes people will come just so he won't feel so alone right now. They don't have to know him well, he welcomes them all.
For Grace-NSFW
It took him some trial and error to get these visual aids just right for Grace. Well, okay, so maybe he was being extra, extra careful to make them accurate and generally representative because he didn't want to give her any false ideas. He takes his job as a teacher here very seriously. Grace is counting on him... no matter how awkward this is gonna feel.
He's texted to let Grace know to come meet him, where else? The kitchen. In front of him are two objects lovingly sculpted out of modeling chocolate. One is an anatomically correct penis and balls, colored and painted with extreme attention to detail and even decorated with small strands of candy "hair". Beside that sits an equally detailed sculpture of a vulva with a long canal for the vagina attached. It has "hair" too. Along with those is a bowl of melted white icing, and an unopened condom package. Let the lessons begin.
Homecoming
Placeholder for when we get to the event end. I'll write this later. :p
Wildcard!
Suggest something or just jump right in. Let's go!
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This time when Daisy turns at the end of her lap, she pauses, and sighs. Raking her hand back through her hair, leaving it all in disarray, she once again bites down all her growing cynicism about their odds and walks back over to Max. She wraps an arm around his back and bumps her head against his arm.
"I know." Another sideways headbutt. "And you're more than the emotional support puppy. There's just nothing we can do until we know what's going on. It's driving me batty too."
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"I know that, but I like being an emotional support puppy for them all. It's how I can help." It makes him feel less powerless.
"At least we aren't alone, either. You're not bothering me by being in here, just in case you thought you were."
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Daisy wishes she was as sure of her place in all this as Max seems to be now. Where does she fit? She's not out there as muscle, she hardly dares to go on excursions at all. And she's not any good at playing support waiting in the wings, either, not really. It's like being stuck back in the Archives whilst Jon and Basira get into danger all over again, and she doesn't know how to fix it.
"Mm." Joking, dryly, "Clearly I'm not putting enough effort into being a pain in the arse."
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"If you really want to annoy me you can try acting more like Rita," he sticks his tongue out playfully. "She tried to argue with me one time that comfort food isn't a thing. Can you believe that?"
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One day she'll realise and accept that. One day.
Daisy chuckles a little. "That's the screechy one, right? Even I know better than that. And your food's all I really eat for pleasure these days."
Her appetite is weird, that's not news. Whether she gets hungry like a human being comes and goes, and it can be hard to tell beneath the less natural hunger in the first place. So if she can understand the concept of comfort food, then...
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"You know... I don't think I realized that all the way. I remember your appetite being hit or miss even in my memories but... I'm flattered. Thank you. Any time you want something specific you know I'd love to make it for you. You wouldn't bother me by asking."
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Which screechy teenager does Daisy even think Rita is? God only knows, honestly. She never has been any good with the teens on either cruise.
"Oh I know. I'm not sure it's even possible to bother you by asking you to make food." She headbutts his arm again. "But I like most stuff you make. So I don't usually need to."
Even when she had normal eating habits she had broad tastes, and everything Max cooked her back in his memories already has strong positive associations.
"I think. The more I've stopped fighting the idea I'm not human. The less I need some of what humans need? Like a placebo wearing off."
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The headbutt makes him laugh. Is she sure she's not a cat?
"How do you feel about that?" he asks, his voice softening. "It makes me happy to hear you say you're accepting it, so, I hope it's better for you too."
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"I think it's good? Not sure it started good. Used to be it felt like giving up. But not now."
Now it's something else. She's not entirely sure what to call it, but she doesn't think it's a bad thing anymore. It's not like the grim acceptance she had of her death. It's not like relinquishing her humanity to the Hunt itself. It's something new.
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"Not sure it'll ever fully go away. But... yeah. Less of a fight than it used to be. Done a lot of thinking the last few months I suppose."
Lots and lots of it. Especially after everything with the flowers tossing salt into wounds she'd been ignoring more than she should have.
She breathes. "No going back. We are who we are."
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"No going back. But we are going forward."
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"Yeah. Forward." Even if sometimes it still feels like forward is charging towards a brick wall. She wishes the path seemed clearer.
But at least there's a path.