come_sailaway | JANUARY (MINI) PLAYER PLOT: I'LL SEND AN S.O.S. TO THE WORLD

[After their return from the Village, many of the Serena Eterna's inhabitants have been taking time to nurse their psychological wounds. Arilanna Tayrey was no exception, until she was reminded that there was still work to do. Still hope of working towards the escape that she longs for.

The space probe. After months of preparation and testing, on the fifth of January, it's ready. The probe itself was found by Sparkles, and it carries a wealth of encoded information about the passengers (or 'prisoners' depending on whom you care to ask) aboard the ship. Ari and Cassandra collected the letters and videos contributed by the population, and through careful selection and editing, present a picture of a group in desperate need of rescue by anyone – or anything – that might find their message. Also affixed to the probe is a long-range emergency distress beacon, from Ari's home universe via Sundries.

The rocket which takes the probe to the heavens is a remarkable blend of science and magic. Ari and Crichton, Rita and Fever all used their expertise to put it together, but as Sparkles warned them, the success of the launch depends on their ability to distract the Captain and Friday.

This group know how to cause some appropriate chaos. To split Friday's attention, a grand distraction takes place. You may notice some of the following:

- signs around the ship declaring that there are no more rules, and daring you to do something forbidden – smoke wherever you like, 'steal' from a shop, start fires...
- mutiny banners, assorted fires across the ship (mostly courtesy of Natsuno), unknown sigils scrawled on walls
- also look out for a text message from a friend on the space probe team, either inviting you to join them in mutinous mayhem, or, if they don't want to show their hand or don't see you as the mutinous type, to participate in a mass rule-breaking experiment

And as Friday has all this to cope with, the Captain has an unexpected visitor on the bridge…]

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[Doesn't even look up, loading a flaming shovel into the launcher while also smoking. Safety First.]

Want a go at it?

[Siffleur's answer is to slap the launcher out of Pratt's hands.] Knock it the fuck off.

[After half a second's consideration, he yanks the cigarette out of Pratt's mouth, takes a hit off of it, and flicks it overboard.] This shit is killing Friday.

The fuck dude???

[ That's a party foul. Not cool bro.]

Put her in the morgue. She'll come back same as the rest of us. The Captain used to kill her for fun.

[ But then he thinks about the connection Siffleur is making.]

Uh?? Wait why? I mean why is she dying?

Because you idiots are running her ragged. You want to bust up the deck, go for it, but stop setting fires and shit. You know she has to respond to them - all of them.

[And he leans in, looming over Pratt with a dark look on his face.] You wanna kill her for fun, Pratt?

[ Pratt gives Siffleur a look like the man might have started speaking Klingon.]

What? Why? Dude, what the hell are you talking about?

[ Survey says: no. Pratt does not know Friday has to respond to fires. ]

Not really? Why? Are you offering? Cuz that's... sorta a weird thing to do? She seems nice.

[Pratt's bafflement seems sincere enough that he backs off slightly. Fucking idiots...]

Friday has to put out every fire people start. Every one. There's too many fires on board, and she's running around trying to stop them all, and it's hurting her. So stop fucking hurting her, Pratt.

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Doesn't she teleport? With you know... magic?

But fine if you're the fucking Friday protection squad or whatever. You could have said that first.

[ He goes to retrieve his precious launcher, fire having burnt itself out already.]

Fucking- [Don't think about eating Pratt. Don't think about it. He got way too high last time afterwards. He needs to get shit done.]

I did. [He points at Pratt.] No more fires. Do whatever else you want, but no more fires. I'll force feed your guts to you if I catch you near an open flame.

Yeah yeah. Fine. No one ever wants me to have any fun.

Why are you so worked up about this? You okay man? [ He does not know Siffleur well enough to know if he's posessed but that's always his first assumption.]

Because Friday didn't do anything to deserve this shit. I don't care if people trash the place, but all those posters? That's all stuff she has to stop. She doesn't get to ignore it. Whoever organized this did it to hurt her, and that's fucked when we all know she can't stop working, ever. If the posters went up telling us all to do shit that hurts Ava or Maeve or Maeve, everyone would refuse. But because it's just Friday getting hurt, everybody does it. Because nobody actually gives a shit about her.

[This is probably the most Siffleur's ever said at one time to Pratt. His whole body is tense and furious as he spits out the worlds.]

[ Pratt's trying to understand because Siffleur seems so earnestly furious about all this. But it's like the man is arguing that the sea is purple and the ship is made of cheese. ]

What are you talking about? People care about her. We made her gift baskets from the lodge. She got a bunch of sympathy cards every time the Captain killed her and when she got posessed. Have you seen all the drawings Fio did that are on her desk?

What are you mad at me for anyway? Go be pissed at the Captain who won't give her a day off.

And now you're all following anonymous signs and starting fires because you don't actually fucking care what hurts her. You like being nice when it's seen, but that's it.

[This is wasting time. Pratt can't get it. Or won't get it. Doesn't matter which. He just points at him one last time.] No more fucking fires.

[And then he's off, running to the next emergency to stop.]

[ Pratt stares after him wondering how bad the Village must have been to cause Siffleur to have some sort of mental break where he thinks Friday is being damaged by fires she's nowhere near.

He's gonna go back to shooting shovels and hope the cougar gets over it. He's the last person who should try and talk someone down from a psychotic episode. At least the next round of shovels isn't on fire.]

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