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come_sailaway2023-12-30 05:37 pm
redlightgreenlight) wrote in come_sailaway2023-12-30 05:37 pm
Regrets Collect like old Friends
Who: Valdis and Open with Some Closed
What: Valdis does stuff around the Serena Eterna, feel free to join her
When: January and aftermath of the village
Where: All over
Warnings: In each starter
And all of the ghouls come out to play | Erin | CW: Discussion of the Village
The one person she hasn’t seen since early on is the one person she’s most ashamed to see. With a small knock on her lover’s door, Valdis almost hopes she doesn’t answer, it would give her more time to actually figure out what to say, but she’d apparently been avoiding everyone for three days, and Erin deserves better than that.
“Erin?”
And every demon wants his pound of flesh | Pool | Open | CW: Discussion of the Village
It’s quiet under the water. No one to bother her. No feelings to overtake her own. She can be alone with her thoughts and how her actions at the village had hurt others. For a time it had been fun, and in the end they had won by killing him, but she still feels like she lost. She lost because she stopped paying attention to what mattered.
She releases bubbles from her mouth, watching them rise up to the surface. She’s lost count of the minutes she’s been sitting on the bottom of the pool, but she can see a figure looking down. Probably time to go up for actual air. She pushes off the bottom and swims up to the edge. It’s not that far.
“Hey,” she says after she breaks the surface. “The water is pretty nice.”
But I like to keep some things to myself | Pillow Pit | Open | CW: None
Valdis sits in the pillow pit, leaning on one hip with her feet curled up next to her. She’s reading Sherlock Holmes again, the books she always goes back to. The books she’s read three or four times since she first arrived over a year ago. It’s funny how finding comfort in the small things helps so much.
“You are welcome to come join me,” she says without looking up from her book when someone walks in. “Just no pillow fights.”
I like to keep my issues drawn | Sand Dollar | Open | CW: None
Behind the counter at Sand Dollar, Valdis is perfecting the art of foam. Like actually trying to create hearts and flowers from the foam in the espresso machine.
“Drawing is so much easier than this,” she signs, setting aside something that looks more like a skull than a heart.
“Here,” She shoves it across the counter to whoever happens to walk in. “I promise it tastes better than it looks.”
It's always darkest before the dawn | Wildcard | CW: None
Pm to discuss or just go for it
After the Launch
And I’m Damned if I do, and I’m Damned if I don’t | The Library | CW: None
The Bible, a book of demonology and some script covered in runes lie on one of the tables in the otherwise empty library. Valdis mutters to herself as she reads from another version of the bible, leaning over the other and comparing the two versions before making more notes in some sort of dead language. More pages, absolutely covered in runes and sketches cover every single surface.
“No need to stare,” she says, not looking up to see who has entered.
So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road | Stan the Man | CW: None
Unlike the last several times she’s been in this particular mood, the only thing in her glass is water. The water glass is the only thing she’s even made use of, the bottles of alcohol on the shelves and behind the bar are untouched.
Revelations hangs on her hip, the first time she’s seen fit to carry the sword in months. Somehow it seems the better weapon to use should an attacker show up, a weapon tied to her and her soul in a way no one could possibly understand. Maybe she needs to lean more into who she should be instead of who she wants to be.
With a long sigh, she takes a drink of water, then picks up a small knife and flings it at the mirror behind the bar sink. It shatters into hundreds of shining, reflective pieces, but the tip of the knife stays buried in the wall about half an inch deep.
“Wasn’t even trying that hard.” She says to herself, taking another drink from the glass.
Looking for Heaven, Found the Devil In Me | Wildcard
PM to Discuss or just go for it.
What: Valdis does stuff around the Serena Eterna, feel free to join her
When: January and aftermath of the village
Where: All over
Warnings: In each starter
And all of the ghouls come out to play | Erin | CW: Discussion of the Village
The one person she hasn’t seen since early on is the one person she’s most ashamed to see. With a small knock on her lover’s door, Valdis almost hopes she doesn’t answer, it would give her more time to actually figure out what to say, but she’d apparently been avoiding everyone for three days, and Erin deserves better than that.
“Erin?”
And every demon wants his pound of flesh | Pool | Open | CW: Discussion of the Village
It’s quiet under the water. No one to bother her. No feelings to overtake her own. She can be alone with her thoughts and how her actions at the village had hurt others. For a time it had been fun, and in the end they had won by killing him, but she still feels like she lost. She lost because she stopped paying attention to what mattered.
She releases bubbles from her mouth, watching them rise up to the surface. She’s lost count of the minutes she’s been sitting on the bottom of the pool, but she can see a figure looking down. Probably time to go up for actual air. She pushes off the bottom and swims up to the edge. It’s not that far.
“Hey,” she says after she breaks the surface. “The water is pretty nice.”
But I like to keep some things to myself | Pillow Pit | Open | CW: None
Valdis sits in the pillow pit, leaning on one hip with her feet curled up next to her. She’s reading Sherlock Holmes again, the books she always goes back to. The books she’s read three or four times since she first arrived over a year ago. It’s funny how finding comfort in the small things helps so much.
“You are welcome to come join me,” she says without looking up from her book when someone walks in. “Just no pillow fights.”
I like to keep my issues drawn | Sand Dollar | Open | CW: None
Behind the counter at Sand Dollar, Valdis is perfecting the art of foam. Like actually trying to create hearts and flowers from the foam in the espresso machine.
“Drawing is so much easier than this,” she signs, setting aside something that looks more like a skull than a heart.
“Here,” She shoves it across the counter to whoever happens to walk in. “I promise it tastes better than it looks.”
It's always darkest before the dawn | Wildcard | CW: None
Pm to discuss or just go for it
After the Launch
And I’m Damned if I do, and I’m Damned if I don’t | The Library | CW: None
The Bible, a book of demonology and some script covered in runes lie on one of the tables in the otherwise empty library. Valdis mutters to herself as she reads from another version of the bible, leaning over the other and comparing the two versions before making more notes in some sort of dead language. More pages, absolutely covered in runes and sketches cover every single surface.
“No need to stare,” she says, not looking up to see who has entered.
So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road | Stan the Man | CW: None
Unlike the last several times she’s been in this particular mood, the only thing in her glass is water. The water glass is the only thing she’s even made use of, the bottles of alcohol on the shelves and behind the bar are untouched.
Revelations hangs on her hip, the first time she’s seen fit to carry the sword in months. Somehow it seems the better weapon to use should an attacker show up, a weapon tied to her and her soul in a way no one could possibly understand. Maybe she needs to lean more into who she should be instead of who she wants to be.
With a long sigh, she takes a drink of water, then picks up a small knife and flings it at the mirror behind the bar sink. It shatters into hundreds of shining, reflective pieces, but the tip of the knife stays buried in the wall about half an inch deep.
“Wasn’t even trying that hard.” She says to herself, taking another drink from the glass.
Looking for Heaven, Found the Devil In Me | Wildcard
PM to Discuss or just go for it.
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Even if the Captain likes some of them, his first priority is himself.
"But he could also have left us to the Nothing, and here we are, back on the Eterna."
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Daisy makes a noise low in her throat, claws scraping lightly at the tile beneath her hands. "You think any of you would've? Decided to stay."
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Okay, she didn't actually expect a yes to that. Daisy pulls a face. "Wait, seriously? Who? Who thought the place with extra torture was better?"
As much as she hates this goddamn ship, the idea of deliberately trying to stay somewhere that sounded worse is... insane.
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She slowly moves her feet through the water.
"Had Ash thinking that a collar wasn't so bad, even for Max."
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Blink, blink. "...you're fucking with me. Actual brainwashing?"
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Probably torture of some kind. Conditioning.
"Anyway, I just wish I had been the one to kill that man. Got to eat his heart though, so I'll have to be satisfied with that."
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"Every new sentence out of your mouth makes this worse. And better that I didn't come."
She doesn't actually have much faith in her own ability to resist mental conditioning, is the fucked up thing. She wishes she did, but someone would only have to draw the blood to the forefront and... then everyone would've been in danger.
"Who did get him? Before you went all symbolic cannibalism on him."
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But she still likes Daisy, maybe partly because of that and not in spite of it.
"Ava got him. It was quite brutal, I was impressed."
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"Definitely not. You flip switches in my brain, you get what you get. And what you get's probably going to be a violent maniac."
Like pulling the pin on a grenade and throwing it blindly, hoping you throw it far enough to escape the blast radius.
"With those powers of hers I'd be surprised if it wasn't brutal." Beat. "How brutal?"
What, she's a morbid person.
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It was pretty hot if she's being honest with herself, and she's not sure she even dislikes the blatant flaunting of power Ava showed. Or what she herself did afterward. Kevin deserved what he got.
"She had a few choice words for him too. Let him know what was coming, made sure he knew there was nothing he could do to save himself."
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"...shit, that's hot."
She can't say she likes Ava—though she at least came out of their argument with a begrudging respect for her—but she's got her kinks, alright. And no shame. And also the sense to never speak of this again.
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Who knew that she could bond with other women over extreme violence. It's wonderful. She's only had Hati and now she's surrounded with beautiful, dangerous women. Then men should quiver in their shoes.
"You should meet Fever. She's quite fun too."
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"Mm. Which one's she?" Daisy sort of has an inkling, there's not a lot of women around here that give off airs of violence that she hasn't talked to, but...
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There's not way Daisy could miss her.
"There are certain a lot of dangerous women on this ship."
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Daisy's face wrinkles a little. Yeah, that's who she figured. "Met her during the Hell trip, sort of. Didn't exactly talk. She's very... Slaughter-y."
Hey Valdis, do you remember Daisy's weird entity politics. They're as illogical as ever.
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"Yes, she is. But she's good at controlling it and quite pleasant to talk to."
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"Mm." Daisy's nose wrinkles. "The feeling she puts off is... ugh, a lot. I'll think about it."
Sorry Fever, your vibes are truly rancid, but she might get over it.
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Come on Daisy, dangerous Fear entities need to stick together.
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"Siffleur's Hunt-y. It's different." Beat. "...though we'd probably have bitten each other's heads off if he actually stayed in the cabin. Ugh. Fine, point taken."
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Or at least the mostly like to hold it together until she can meltdown alone.
"Perhaps that's why I get along with almost everyone."
Not counting Arthur, but they have a truce at the moment.
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"Not sure easy-going's the word. You can get pretty intense. But you play it cooler than I do."
Daisy's no good at letting things just roll off her, even for a little while. It's a miracle she's gotten past as many rough starts with people as she has, over the years.
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Therefore able to play it cooler.
"I think the intensity just comes with that kind of life experience."
Though it doesn't help that she's a Hellhound.
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"I hope I don't live half as long. Don't think I could take it. All these big powerful Avatars back home chasing eternal life..."
She shakes her head. Even if she hadn't spent so long being passively suicidal, she doesn't think she'd ever want to live more than a lifetime.
Of course, she's not sure she'll get a choice. She's already ageing slower than a human would.
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She may not be suicidal, but she would like to rest someday.
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