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come_sailaway2022-07-05 02:19 pm
theweakhavepurpose) wrote in come_sailaway2022-07-05 02:19 pm
[Open July Log]
Who: Deputy Pratt and YOU!
What: Pratt got his first regain and it's a doozy. Also still has no idea he's just telling the truth all the time.
Where: Buffet, Laundromat, around the Deck
When: Throughout July
Warnings: Standard Pratt warnings apply (cannibalism, murder, starvation, cults, etc) but now with Jacob warnings too! (Brainwashing, torture, skinning people). Important!! There's a very real chance he'll attack anyone who talks to him in the third prompt on the deck, so be aware.
Pratt got a notice that he had an item at the Sundries shop and was kind of stoked about it. Sweet, first present from back home. He swings by on his way to third breakfast, but as soon as he picks the thing up there's that sudden pang of trepidation. It's a rectangular box, looks pretty normal and what's in it is pretty obviously clothing from the weight and the sound it makes when he shakes it but.....
Oh that's interesting. Go ahead Peaches, open it.
1. Buffet
He doesn't open it. Not right then anyway, instead he takes it with him to the buffet grabbing himself some grub to fortify him against the growing dread seeping into the pit of his stomach. However; mashed potatoes can only do so much, and eventually he does, actually have to open it and see what it is.
You already know what it is.
Sliding his fingers through the tape on the box he lifts the lid off and stares. The look on his face almost like he might have just unboxed a human head, but it's just a jacket. An Army jacket with the name J. Seed on the chest. A plain, normal jacket that he recoils from so violently he spills his soda everywhere along with the remains of a bowl of pasta as he almost falls on the ground in his haste to get away.
Weird reaction since other than the fact the jacket reeks of blood and human entrails, it doesn't seem that bad?
2. Laundromat
As soon as he recovers from his shock at what's in the box, he grabs the jacket and fucking bolts out of the buffet to the one place he knows no one goes that often: the Laundromat. He stands in the middle of the room, amber lights flickering, signs cheerfully reminding him to balance his load, holding the jacket in both hands and looking right on the verge of either crying or punching something.
Go ahead then, put it on.
"Shut up!" It's not clear who he's talking to since he's in there alone, but then he suddenly throws the jacket at the wall, not very effective since the heavy canvas just flutters to the ground in a heap.
He stands there watching it, eyeing it like it might be a rabid dog waiting to attack him.
Eventually he does pick it back up, rubbing his fingers along the bloodstains, the holes around frayed patches on the sleeves. Standing there in the laundromat about to have a full on panic attack over a jacket.
3. The Deck
Pratt should have taken the time that he was in the laundry room to actually wash this new item of clothing that smells like it's been in a slaughterhouse for years. Because it has been. Unfortunately Pratt didn't think about it. And is now not thinking about anything because he is just... walking in circles around the deck.
Wearing his new 'gift' from back home he's been walking the length of the ship and back for probably hours now. The way he moves, his stance, is different than his normal 'cop on duty' pose he usually has, but it's pretty obvious this is some sort of a patrol. What for, and why, is anyone's guess.
4. End of the Month Wildcard
Well, Pratt has stabbed and been stabbed, and eventually got himself murdered. Apparently that's what he needed to put the pause on his spiraling breakdown. Sure he's still wearing the jacket, but he washed it. Several times.
Pratt is trying to reintegrate into society and aggressively pretend he's not a traumatized psychopath that could snap at any moment.
As always he can be found at the Buffet or the Dining Room since this guy is practically always eating. He's also hanging out near the Pool with comically large glasses of shaved ice. He doesn't look like he belongs at the pool since he's still wearing his police boots, the army jacket and pants. But look, he's trying. The shirt has an oversized foliage print, that counts right?
What: Pratt got his first regain and it's a doozy. Also still has no idea he's just telling the truth all the time.
Where: Buffet, Laundromat, around the Deck
When: Throughout July
Warnings: Standard Pratt warnings apply (cannibalism, murder, starvation, cults, etc) but now with Jacob warnings too! (Brainwashing, torture, skinning people). Important!! There's a very real chance he'll attack anyone who talks to him in the third prompt on the deck, so be aware.
Pratt got a notice that he had an item at the Sundries shop and was kind of stoked about it. Sweet, first present from back home. He swings by on his way to third breakfast, but as soon as he picks the thing up there's that sudden pang of trepidation. It's a rectangular box, looks pretty normal and what's in it is pretty obviously clothing from the weight and the sound it makes when he shakes it but.....
Oh that's interesting. Go ahead Peaches, open it.
1. Buffet
He doesn't open it. Not right then anyway, instead he takes it with him to the buffet grabbing himself some grub to fortify him against the growing dread seeping into the pit of his stomach. However; mashed potatoes can only do so much, and eventually he does, actually have to open it and see what it is.
You already know what it is.
Sliding his fingers through the tape on the box he lifts the lid off and stares. The look on his face almost like he might have just unboxed a human head, but it's just a jacket. An Army jacket with the name J. Seed on the chest. A plain, normal jacket that he recoils from so violently he spills his soda everywhere along with the remains of a bowl of pasta as he almost falls on the ground in his haste to get away.
Weird reaction since other than the fact the jacket reeks of blood and human entrails, it doesn't seem that bad?
2. Laundromat
As soon as he recovers from his shock at what's in the box, he grabs the jacket and fucking bolts out of the buffet to the one place he knows no one goes that often: the Laundromat. He stands in the middle of the room, amber lights flickering, signs cheerfully reminding him to balance his load, holding the jacket in both hands and looking right on the verge of either crying or punching something.
Go ahead then, put it on.
"Shut up!" It's not clear who he's talking to since he's in there alone, but then he suddenly throws the jacket at the wall, not very effective since the heavy canvas just flutters to the ground in a heap.
He stands there watching it, eyeing it like it might be a rabid dog waiting to attack him.
Eventually he does pick it back up, rubbing his fingers along the bloodstains, the holes around frayed patches on the sleeves. Standing there in the laundromat about to have a full on panic attack over a jacket.
3. The Deck
Pratt should have taken the time that he was in the laundry room to actually wash this new item of clothing that smells like it's been in a slaughterhouse for years. Because it has been. Unfortunately Pratt didn't think about it. And is now not thinking about anything because he is just... walking in circles around the deck.
Wearing his new 'gift' from back home he's been walking the length of the ship and back for probably hours now. The way he moves, his stance, is different than his normal 'cop on duty' pose he usually has, but it's pretty obvious this is some sort of a patrol. What for, and why, is anyone's guess.
4. End of the Month Wildcard
Well, Pratt has stabbed and been stabbed, and eventually got himself murdered. Apparently that's what he needed to put the pause on his spiraling breakdown. Sure he's still wearing the jacket, but he washed it. Several times.
Pratt is trying to reintegrate into society and aggressively pretend he's not a traumatized psychopath that could snap at any moment.
As always he can be found at the Buffet or the Dining Room since this guy is practically always eating. He's also hanging out near the Pool with comically large glasses of shaved ice. He doesn't look like he belongs at the pool since he's still wearing his police boots, the army jacket and pants. But look, he's trying. The shirt has an oversized foliage print, that counts right?
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He's more like his dog, but that's not the point.
"Yeah everything was just, monumentally fucked up. And it didn't get any better. Jacob got killed, and I got rescued but like, the rest of the cult was still doing shit. And I was supposed to go back to normal and help I guess, except I'm just.. so fucked in the head I was kinda catatonic for about a week." Strangely there's not a lot of time for therapy in the middle of a war and a few people suggested killing him as the kindest option.
"And then a week later the cult got proven right, and I died. Now I'm here."
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"Can I ask you something...? Did these crazy cult dudes put, like, meth pistachio stuff in the water?"
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It's such a weird question that Pratt is momentarily distracted from his breakdown, so that's nice.
"There's a sickly sweet scent though, like if honey could somehow rot - it would smell like that. But also..why?"
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(This guy just refuses to give anything more than half of the context for anything, huh?)
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No he's not panicking why would he panic this is calm and fine and normal and yeah he's gonna panic.
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Not that that's doing anything for Pratt's rapidly encroaching full-blown panic attack, which is definitely not cool. "Hey, dude, you alright? You need, like, uh... a blanket, or something? Or a big dog?"
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"No I'm definitely not okay." He closes his eyes for a second and takes a deep breath. "I don't need a.... wait did you say a big dog?"
Aiden uses doggy distraction! It's super effective!
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Sounds like Pratt is a fan of big dogs! Or maybe he has a big fear of them, kind of hard to tell with this guy. "Could probably do whatever you want. Except for small arthropods and bugs."
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"I had wolves back home. I hope they're okay." A frown because they're definitely not, what with the nuclear explosion right before Pratt died. "Maybe they were able to find food and shelter somewhere."
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Aiden stands up and jogs off, disappearing around a bend. There's a faint whooshing, and a few moments later, a shadow steps from beyond the corner. The wolfdog is massive: three and a half feet tall at the shoulder, black-furred, wild-maned, eyes smoldering red.
Its tail is also wagging. Aiden is very, very pleased with himself.
Bark!
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Because he was the only person to ever be nice to them. And also distributed skritches and secret treats.
"Oh.. Okay I'll.. stay here?" He sounds extremely confused, and looks like he's genuinely not sure what to do. Should he stay sitting in the middle of the deck like he is?
It's a good thing he does stay there because he absolutely lights up at the sudden appearance of a dog. Should he be freaked out by a jet black, red eyed, wolf creature? Definitely. But is he? Hell no. This is AWESOME.
"Hello!" That's in response to the bark which he will assume is a doggy greeting. He holds a hand out for the pupper to sniff. "I probably smell either delicious or horrible, I'm sorry."
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He sniffs at Pratt's hand, then at his jacket. The smell is definitely... well. It's like when someone leaves food out on the counter and then it starts going really, really stale. Sure, it's edible, but like... do you really want to? Not to mention there's all of this residual filth.
Oh well! He's going to start licking Pratt's face anyway, because right now he's a dog.
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He manages a laugh, or well, something approximating it, his throat is pretty fucked from all the screaming he did the past few months. But Pratt isn't thinking about that right now because he is also the master of double handed ear skritches, so that's what's happening here.
"Where did you come from?" Lot's of good rough scratches going on. "And where'd he go..."
It's gonna take him a second to put two and two together.
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And the jacket definitely seems like a source. He's still not totally sure why Pratt has it on. He seemed to take it as some kind of warning, and, well... whether or not it is, Pratt's already seen it, so if it's true he already knows it's coming. Aiden's not exactly sold on how much the guy really needs to keep it at this point.
So he noses at it curiously. Tries to see if Pratt is amenable to Aiden, just casually, you know... biting at the collar and trying to nudge it off? It's all covered in blood and shit so he totally has an excuse, nevermind that he would do this anyway.
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But he pauses before he fully pulls it off, "No, I can't lose this. Not yet."
He rubs at the wolf-dog's ears before putting his forehead into all the fluffy fur, comforting himself with the familiar smell and feel of a dog next to him. "I'm seriously fucked up. And it's never gonna get any better, but like... this feels normal. And right. And if I don't have the jacket I'm going to go nuts trying to find it again. Trying to find Jacob again."
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And then tries to nose it off of Pratt's other arm, because even if he's not gonna let go of it, the least the guy could do is like... not walk around wearing it. Probably not doing his hopped-up PTSD any favors there!
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That's something for him to ponder over later.
He'll let the dog nose it off him, and then bundle it up in his lap, still holding it, but at least it's not as visible. Or as close to his face and within smelling distance.
"Okay okay. I'm not wearing it. Better?"
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Pleased, Aiden sits his wolfdog rump down and sprawls across Pratt's lap. This is your life now, buddy. Petting giant dogs. No more weirdo cultist guys and killing dudes against your will!
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Well until sunrise when Aiden has to leave. But until then, just a dude and a wolfdog, chillin on the deck of the boat like it ain't no big.