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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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But that's her kind of science project. Ava giggles. "That's because everything is a simulation. Like the Matrix," Ava tells him, with too much confidence for having absolutely no idea what the fuck is the nature of whatever is going on. Because she refuses to accept MAGIC as the answer. "At least that's my coping method. We all lie to ourselves about the purpose of life, or what comes after, and how the world works in order to fit ourselves into it properly. So if it makes you feel better to imagine yourself as Neo or something..."
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Makes more sense than anything else he's heard. And there's glitches in the Matrix where there's accidentally robots and skeletons. Pratt is on board with the simulation theory.
"I'm not Neo. I'm definitely one of the nameless guys on the Nebuchadnezzer who just wanders by occasionally eating soup."
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"Live your truth. I couldn't take the pressure of being some chosen one main character either. Too many people depending on you, watching your every move, judging. More freedom when you're just in the background."
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"The downside will be that we don't have plot armor to protect us from shit. We're gonna be the corpses the camera lingers on to show something bad happened."
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So that's like.. stuff they have in common or something.
"I think I'm an NPC travel vendor. I'll helicopter you around to the next area, but if you chose the wrong dialogue options I end up attacking the main character and then they have to kill me and lose fast travel."
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"If anyone laughed at such a thing, that's because they're sick. In a way there's no cure for," she tells him. At least her own kills tended to be swift.
"I..." she reaches out hesitantly, wishes she was somehow somebody better suited to comfort. It's so hard to know what to do or say when the damage is already done. A hug feels like the wrong move, despite how badly she wants to even as he continues on about npcs and helicopters. Yet she goes for one anyone, already expecting to be pushed away.
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He was kind of a dick, and he's pretty convinced everyone was pleased that he got the shit kicked out of him daily and had that televised.
Pratt eyes her hand, he doesn't recoil but he does tense up, "Don't. Don't touch me. I already almost attacked Sharky for a hug. I can't.. I don't do well with touching."
Which he's not happy about because after months of torture, and then being basically ignored by his rescuers, he's touch starved as fuck.
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"I generally don't like cops," Ava admits with a light attempt at humor in her tone. "But you seem like an okay person. Not somebody that deserved that. And I know stuff like that doesn't just... go away just because it's over either."
She crosses her arms over her chest, worried.
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"No, no it doesn't. I'm trying, but I legit don't know what to do. I'm probably too fucked up to be fixed. Hallucinating and going crazy and forgetting shit I do and punching people if they try to touch me. I was hoping it would get better with just time. It's only been a few weeks since I died so... maybe."
He runs his thumb over one of the patches on the jacket, "Maybe I just need to eat my feelings at the ice cream place."
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She rubs at her brow, imagining just about anyone else would be able to give better advice than her in this moment. "A few weeks isn't that much time, I can't imagine anyone ever fully recovering from something like that. But yeah. Ice cream is probably a good start, focusing on the little things you can enjoy."
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He sits back on the bench, leaning his head against the wall and closing his eyes.
"Yeah. One step at a time or something. First step is probably not hiding in the laundry room I guess."
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Mostly she's just trying to fill the air with something a bit less heavy, let Pratt feel slightly less under scrutiny. "Nothing wrong with the laundry room, if you want to stay here for awhile. I like that it's a bit... you know, closed in. Easy to monitor. Get all the dryers going at once and the sound can be a bit soothing. Especially if you stuff them full of those scented sheets."
She takes a glance at the timer on her own wash. "I'll be back in about... 40 minutes. And if you're still here, I'll take you to ice cream. And if you're not, then I'll hope for the best. How's that?"
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It does take his mind off of everything, even if just for a bit.
"Thanks, yeah, I'm probably gonna go back to my room and stare at the ceiling from my bed. Because that seems a little more sane I guess." And if he starts crying no one will see it! This plan is foolproof.
He won't be there when she returns because he really did go back to his room. The downside is that he eventually succumbed to the conditioning and wandered back out onto the deck and started attacking people. But he will take a raincheck on that ice cream.