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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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"This is a super weird conversation."
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"Look, I dunno what the fuck my point was to begin with, but, like. I definitely dig the deep bro-down that just happened here, weird or not. The pep-talk is mad appreciated, but I feel like we gotta hype you up some in return, dude."
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"No we don't. It's fine. In fact I'd rather we didn't because then I'll just feel like more of a disappointment when I inevitably fuck something up."
This is someone who's probably never gotten a sincere compliment in his life and he does not want to break down crying in front of Sharky if this emotional rollercoaster of a convo keeps on trucking.
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"Look, my entire plan today is like... hanging out by the pool, hitting up the hot tub, maybe going to the sauna? Then drinkin' and video games. You should come with me." As he completely ignores that fucking stupid box. "It'll be good for you."
And that's the truth!
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"I think I'm gonna go... hide in my room with a tray of food from the buffet. You know that shit doesn't go bad? Doesn't even dry out, it fucking lasts forever." He may have food all over his room now, sorry Caitlyn.
He's kinda hoping he can sleep this off and wake up fine and normal and realize this is just a stupid piece of clothing.
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"If you're sure, man. I don't know if I wanna leave you, like... alone? But I'm not gonna force you, I'm not your babysitter." No truth serum necessary for that one! "Just, like... text me if something comes up, okay? Seriously, like, anything."
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"Yeah I'll be okay eventually. Gotta just.. deal with it." And in Pratt's defense, he will be fine for a few days, until the hallucination of Jacob gets too loud and abrasive and impossible to ignore. "Yeah definitely, if speed dial was a thing you'd be on it."
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He gives the box a brief side-eye as he jams a handful of bacon into his mouth like it's going out of style, or like someone is gonna take his plate from him. Some post-Collapse habits die hard.
"Try not to worry about it, alright, man? It's easier if you just... forget to think about it? If that makes sense." Just be willfully stupid, obviously! "Easier said than done, I know, but... y'know. That's how to be shameless, I guess."
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But at least the hallucination of Jacob that follows him around is being pretty quiet right now. That's kinda nice.
"I was thinking about drugging myself to sleep, but all I could find is Ambien and the horror stories of people sleepwalking on that shit... coupled with me being.. well me. That's some serious nightmare fuel there. So I think you're safe from having to make sure I don't die in my sleep drunk or high."
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You know, like a healthy adult. Speaking of healthy adults: "I'm gonna go get some cake before I bounce, you want some???" Comfort chocolate cake, right?? That's shit Jacob would never offer or be cool with Pratt having, which is all Sharky needs to think to want to offer.
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"I always want cake."
The amount of sugar Pratt can consume is legitimately horrifying. Sharky specced into the alcohol skill tree, Pratt min-maxed sugar.
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"Fuck yeah, buddy. The only thing that would make the dessert table here better is if there were some fucking edibles, but y'know what, I'll take what I can get." Which is cake! He doesn't exactly knock over his chair when he gets up, but there's a definite eager chair-tipping action there!
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He watches Sharky go, grumbling about how if there were edibles he'd be hauling Sharky back to his room nightly so it's probably a good thing there isn't. Then his glance falls on the box with the jacket in it, sitting there so innocently. There's a moment where he almost picks it up again, but then forces his fingers to shove it even a little more away. Maybe he can just eat cake and not deal with it, go shove this stupid thing under his mattress and forget about it.
You know that won't work. You're just lying to yourself again.
Pratt rubs his eyes and glares at a spot against the wall before shaking his head and pointedly ignoring that jacket even harder.
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For now, though, he's gonna have to bide his time. Wait it out, see if Pratt can't get his shit together on his own. The last thing the guy needs is to be relying on Sharky for help. Jesus, look how the last one turned out.
The cake looks tasty, at least, which makes up for the total bummer sundries gift. At least, Sharky hopes it does; that's why he gives Pratt the (slightly) larger slice when he gets back.
"I tell you, man, there's something so fuckin' special about refined, super processed sugar and shit. So glad to have it back in my life..." He'd die for this cake, man. He plans on it!
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The closest he's gotten to actually being able to defy Jacob's will ended with Rook unconscious on the back of a truck and Pratt getting strapped to a chair to starve to death. And he'd put literal weeks of planning into that.
He glances over at the jacket one more time before being distracted by cake. Because while that plan hadn't worked, it also hadn't actually failed either.
Maybe there's still hope.
"I'm surprised my teeth haven't rotted out of my head with how much fucking sugar I eat. Dentist said I won the genetic lottery there because I lived on a diet of Mountain Dew, Oreo's, Red Bull and Junior Mints in the Academy. I'm not sure I ate any actual food at all." Saying it like that was just so long ago he doesn't remember and not like five years prior.
"You know if you put the different colors of Skittles in Sprite that it'll turn florescent colors? And it fizzes up all awesome."