You better get ready to die [Open]

[teethoftherisk]

Who: Siffleur and you
When: Latter half of January, post-launch, post confrontation with Ari
Where: Tommy Bahamas, Friday's desk, various places around the ship.
Warnings: Cannibalism, body horror, violence, usual Siffleur warnings.




1. this is your time to pay - Friday's desk (OTA)

For those looking for Siffleur in person, he will be hard to find the first three days after the rocket's launch. That's because he's with Friday for large swathes of it, leaving reluctantly to check on others or to eat. But for most looking for him in the direct aftermath, he will be found curled by Friday's feet underneath her desk.

And a few of those who participated in the violence against Friday may quickly find a snarling cougar climbing on the desk if they try to talk to her.



2. this is your judgment day - Texts - open to CR

Reaching Siffleur by text is much easier. So easy in fact that many people will find him reaching out to them first. Most people he cares for will receive a simple message: Are you okay?

Nepeta receives something more specific: I am very proud of you.

Valdis another: Mom wants to know if you had to put the ring on.

And there's a text to someone Siffleur has never spoken to personally: Hello Phil. This is Siffleur. I want to thank you for what you did during the riot. I do not think I would have been able to stop Grace without violence. I am grateful that you did. Let me know if there is anything I can do to help.



3. we made a sacrifice - Tommy Bahamas (OTA)

The day after his violent confrontation with Ari, Siffleur returns to the Tommy Bahamas. It's a mess here, a few paths cut through the waist-high surge of hot dogs in the first 30 meters of the store, but otherwise no dent anywhere.

The only thing he can be glad about is that they don't rot.

After a quick consultation with his mother, Siffleur gets to work. He can be found loading buckets with hot dogs, and carrying them to the ruins of the casino. Among the burnt out sections, he's set up a number of trash cans where he's burning the hot dogs, doing his best to dispose of them. Friends will be given a nod. Those who gleefully participated in the riot will be ignored unless they approach him first.



4. and now we get to take your life - Various (OTA)

He doesn't hide. Siffleur knows there will be retaliation or consequences for what he's done to Ari, and he's fine with it. Some retaliation will be justified, some unjustified, but it will happen either way. Someone he once said he would never hurt has had that privilege taken back. Others will not like it, just as Arthur clearly was unsettled by his refusal to promise to not hurt Ari again. That's their right.

But he also isn't going out of his way to seek confrontation. You might see him eating at the buffet like usual, or smoking at Bobby B's between the endless incineration of hot dogs. You might also see a very strange sight - Siffleur actually helping clean up the ship. Friday's still hurting after all - might hurt forever - and he wants to lessen any demands she might be feeling. He's taken some supplies from Sundries and can be found cleaning up broken glass, or occasionally even mopping soot off the floors.

You might even occasionally catch him taking a break, sitting on the floor and talking to his mother through the spirit box.



5. now close your eyes and say goodnight

It's not just Siffleur one might find roaming the ship. The woman from November is here, though she looks different. She carries herself with more confidence, dressed in only two layers instead of dozens of them. She stops now and then to look at the wreckage and makes notes in a book, or to walk inside the ones who aren't trashed. Find her having a drink in some of the bars, or sitting on the sports deck and looking at the sky. There's peace in her eyes now.

One might also find her in Stellar between the dinner services, carefully drawing sigils in blood on the carpet and walls.




6. Wildcard

Comments

judgement day

[goodweather]

The text is returned about a minute or two later.

Hi, Siffleur. It's nice to meet you more properly for once although I wish the circumstances were better.

Stopping Grace was just the thing to do. It wasn't just me she was sinking. And she's my friend, she needed someone there. She was lonely.

I should be asking you the reverse. I saw how you were running around that day, and that's a lot of hot dogs in the Bahama.

[teethoftherisk]

Yes, I wish the same.

She is a very lonely girl and she often acts first, following her emotions. I know this makes it hard for her to befriend people. I am glad you were able to reach her and calm her.

It's too many hot dogs. I'm going to start burning them in the Casino. Eleanor was also having a difficult time. The messages on the signs were very effective and caused so much damage. I am frustrated by how willing people were to follow them. But that is past now.

[goodweather]

I have a feeling there was an initial group planning to start chaos together, and then after that it just snowballed. People have a remarkable tendency to play follow-the-leader and I'm sure some were just looking for an excuse.

Anyway, the things I need help with aren't really anything someone can do something about right now. I've just been trying to just be productive cleaning things up and keeping an eye on the sky. Can I help you ferry hot dogs or something?

2 first, heading in a 3ward direction

[takethatnature]

I'm fine, at least up until whatever Tayrey summoned reaches us. I had a very frustrating conversation with her earlier. [ Which has not been threaded out yet, but there's no universe where Wilson doesn't walk away from it with a headache. ]

I saw all the sausages in the Tommy Bahama. I'm thankful that nothing spoils here, because otherwise by the end of the week the ship would smell so bad that I'd let the nightmare entities take me with only mild complaining. I don't think even Ylva's dinosaur form could eat all of it in a reasonable timeframe.
-W

[teethoftherisk]

I will be speaking with her tomorrow. I don't expect it to go well.

(It doesn't.)

I agree. Things are unpleasant enough without them molding. I expect Ylva would get sick quickly too. Hot dogs are fine in small amounts but I have seen how they are made and I would rather eat offal without the preservatives.

I have been thinking about disposal methods. Friday does not have to respond to fires in designated smoking areas. The casino was set on fire during this. I think my plan this week will be to set up burning barrels and to start a few fires, and dispose of as many as I can that way.

Do you have ways to make that much meat into more of those meat bats? Or does that only work with an arm?

[takethatnature]

It doesn't need to be an arm specifically, but it needs to be a fairly large chunk of uncooked meat, the size of a hearty steak at least, and individually they're quite small sausages. Maybe if I had a way to paste them together that didn't either involve cooking them or render them inedible.

[ He gets an ability that would help with that later, but he's from too early in his canon for it. Come on Erda! Give him the transmutation skill tree! You know you want to grant this man the power to transmute meat into different meat! ]

I'd also need wooden sticks, which I have a medium amount of, and leathery hides, which are in short supply here and I only have enough to make a few. (Please don't peel your skin off for me to make more, if that's where your thoughts were going.) Arming the other passengers was a good idea, but there are too many problems with the materials.

[ Maybe if they peeled a lot of hotdogs and stuck the casings together that would make something similar enough to pig skin? ]

That seems like a waste, but I suppose we need space more than we need food. We already have infinite cheese. Do you need any help hauling it?
-W

Judgement Day

[redlightgreenlight]

[She's not surprised to hear from Siffleur, but she does feel a sort of warmth when he says his mother was inquiring about her.]

I forgot it in my hurry to see what was going on. Foolish of me. It seems to be getting worse though, even with the ring.

[teethoftherisk]

Hard to expect a riot. Hard to believe people would join so easily. We have to live in this mess. Can't pick up and move to the next town.

I can't understand. This isn't an escape plan. Any predator outside this place knows where we are now.

[redlightgreenlight]

I understand why they did it, but I disagree with their methods, and their need to lie.

They are making a lot of assumptions regarding who I am, and that really bothers me.

[She's starting to feel isolated, even her conversation with the Captain didn't help anything.]

3.

[knotawolf]

Thinking that another fire is breaking out, Yufei heads to the casino, his nose leading the way. But instead of being panicked like he was before, the combination of fire and hotdogs is making him weirdly homesick. It smells like the people in the forest having barbecues that he used to watch.

"What are doing? Are going to eat all these?" Even for him this seems like a lot of hot dogs. "Should be on sticks."

[teethoftherisk]

"Hello Yufei." Siffleur pokes at the fire and when it looks ready, he starts dumping part of a bucket of hot dogs into the fire. "You are welcome to eat as many as you like. The Tommy Bahamas is full of them and there are too many for the whole ship to eat in weeks. I'm burning them to make room."

He scratches his beard as the smell of cooking (and burning) fills the air. "The kitchen might have something you can use for sticks."

[knotawolf]

He watches excitedly as the hotdogs go into the fire, sniffing as they start to charr and split. "Can't eat, or would help."

Pulling one of the stools from the poker table over to the flaming trash cans, he perches on it, arms around his knees as he keeps an eye on it all. "Have seen before back home. They sit around in circle with these on sticks, put in fire and then eat them. Then they do the same with white cubes, didn't like those very much. And then go in bags and sleep. Is ritual."

4. and now we get to take your life

[decohere]

She doesn't say anything, from the other side of the buffet. Her mouth twitches with a frown as she stabs at some shrimp to load onto her plate. There's not many left, and she ends up emptying half of her plate back into the container for somebody else.

But she does sneak a few glances.

[teethoftherisk]

It's not a surprise to be getting side-eyed looks. It's been a while since he got them, but he's used to it.They still sting coming from Ava of all people.

On the last glance, he swivels his head to look at her. "Say it."

[decohere]

"How's Friday?"

[sailmods]

[it is very late in the month when Siffleur realizes he cannot find his mother.]

[teethoftherisk]

[He notices the spirit box is missing first. Siffleur is very careful about putting things away normally, and he has a few spots his things go. With the checkout counters out of commission, he's been keeping them in a few of his nests deeper in the store.

But the box isn't there. He tosses that one, and the others, and then he goes to the checkout counter to look there. But the spirit box isn't with his things.

Next he goes to the cabin, just in case he lost it somewhere else and it was taken back there. But there's no sign of them. He checks Jack's cabin, and his usual sitting places.

It's around then that he realizes he can't find the notebook either. That's when he feels a pit of ice form in his stomach.

Siffleur makes his way to Friday's desk, his voice flat as he asks her-] Friday, I can't find the spirit box my mom uses, or the journal. Do those items still exist on the ship, or have they been destroyed?

[palfriday]

[she pauses, cocking her head...


and then, at length, very slowly shakes her head.]

Bobby B's

[saltwaterlungs]

The next time Siffleur is in smoking, he may very well feel eyes on him. A little way aways, a few tables down, is Darcy with a pilfered weed cigarette from the machine.

She is actively trying to work out his technique from observation because she hasn't done it before and she is fairly certain asking even the more irresponsible adults will land her in a lecture. So. It's spying on someone who knows what they're doing for now.

[teethoftherisk]

He lets the staring carry on for a while, but after a bit, it's starting to make him twitchy. Siffleur turns to look at Darcy and waves her over. "Sit with me."

[saltwaterlungs]

Darcy scrambles a little bit to do as he asks, out of mostly just thinking he's cool but also a bit of concern.

...

"Am I about to get a lecture."

She has no idea where Siffleur sits on the irresponsible-responsible adult scale. You can eat people and still have ideas about lung health.

Tommy Bahamas [Night]

[angelofthenight]

"What happened here?" Demona says as she stands at the entrance of their shared haven with her hands propped on her hips. Her nose is wrinkled in disgust. Ugh, the air smells like salt and... processed meat. She's suddenly grateful for the fact that she can sleep in her cabin now with Fever.

[teethoftherisk]

"The ship rioted, so someone took those crates of infinite hot dogs from the kitchen and opened them up in here." Siffleur explains while he's packing up another pair of buckets with dogs. He doesn't mention Eleanor - it didn't matter who did it, and Demona will probably start a fight with her about it. It's resolved now.

"I'm burning what I can, but it's going to take a while." He straightens up, hand on his hip as he looks over the mess. Then he looks at Demona. "They only go in about 30 meters, so you can fly over them to get to the rest of the store."

4

[kingoftheanthill]

A good few hundred of Victor encounter Siffleur, while helping himself to-- uh, helping with! Helping with the hot dogs.

"Hey!" he cheers. "it's Dwayne 'The Rock' Balboa!"

(Victor has picked up that it's cool to make references, but his knowledge of pop culture is second-hand at best.)

[teethoftherisk]

Siffleur blinks a few times. He doesn't get it. But he can tell that Victor's trying.

"Hello Victor. Have as many hot dogs as you can. I'm burning the extras." He's not sure how much the ants can eat but any help is welcome.