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[Open] Arrival + Event Catch-All
Who: Number 6 & OPEN
What: First few openers repeated from the TDM + New event prompts ALL TRUTH BECAUSE HE WILL HATE IT (All the TDM prompts except for the first one can be truth flavored, too)
Where: Locations stated in the prompt
When: The first one on the 11th, the rest throughout the month of July
Warnings: He's very upset and might be shouty
Over His dead body [7/11]
Waking up in an unfamiliar place is nothing new to him at this point. Not that it makes him any less boiling with rage over it. And that note only makes the steam rise higher over his head. So, they're doing cruises now? How novel. And using days of the week for names instead of numbers, too. What won't The Village try? He obstinately ignores the suggestion to bring his life vest with him. But the order to go to their mandatory drill is less easy to ignore. When did they gain the ability to paralyze him if he won't go where they say?
He can be found in the halls, not very far from the cabin he woke in (113), frozen in place with his hands balled into fists at his sides absolutely seething with rage. His entire body trembles with the force of it. He knows what he has to do to get unstuck. He'd experimented with taking a few steps forward and back. But will he go where he is directed? No. Never. He'd rather go red-faced in this hallway waiting for their unseen will to control him to run out than take one more step. Even if it takes hours.
Don't Look Down - Elevator prompt from the TDM
After, presumably, someone convinced him to finally just go do the god-forsaken drill, he thought the worst was over. How naive of him. He steps onto the glass elevator and reaches to hit the button. But nothing happens. He tries again. Still nothing. No movement. Turning to the person beside him, whom he has failed to acknowledge up until this point, he asks, "Does this happen often?"
There won't be time for a reply before the elevator quite suddenly lurches up one floor, and then drops. His stomach rises into his throat and he desperately puts his hands out to grip the side, fingers squeaking on the slippery glass, as they careen down, down, down!
Then stop.
He's thrown from his feet, landing hard on his side with a grunt. But rather than worry after himself, he's turning to catch sight of his unwitting partner on this fun-house ride, asking urgently, "Are you all right?"
Since When Did the Food Fight Back? - Mikabo prompt from the TDM
"What in blazes?" he exclaims as a knife goes soaring past him, followed quickly by a roll of sushi and the whole plate too.
He turns in shock to see the conveyor belt, seemingly with a mind of its own, winding up for another throw.
"Who is running this place?"
The truth will set you free?
Well, how was he supposed to know not to drink the water? Who would be stupid enough to poison the finite water supply on a cruise ship? After splashing some on his face in the morning to wash and shave himself, and then using it to brush his teeth like any decent hygienic person, he goes about his day none-the-wiser to the sudden change that's taken place.
His newly formed routine is to prowl the ship deck first thing in the morning (and last thing at night), scowling while he checks the waves and sky for any hint of a clue about where they could be. He checks the life boats, too, as if paranoid they might vanish without warning. It's unfortunate for him that it's been raining so much, only compounding the problematic effects of the water.
Once he's done his lap around the deck, he will work his way down level by level. He's memorizing the lay of thing, taking note of cabin numbers and all the many and varied amenities. It's almost staggering how many venues there are, and all of them host technology he'd never even dreamed of.
For instance, the arcade full of flashy computer games has him mesmerized. He stands in front of a cabinet, hand on the joystick while utterly transfixed. He doesn't make it past the opening stage of the game, but he keeps trying, getting visibly more upset each time the death screen animation plays. Until, finally, he shouts suddenly, "what's this all about?!"
He's keeping that angry-old-man-shouts-at-technology vibe with him through the rest of his explorations. Nothing on this ship makes any sense. The music is different. The decorations are all unfamiliar. If he believed in such things, he'd think he got abducted by aliens. Maybe he shouldn't rule it out.
To add insult to injury, his assigned dining time of "6:66 PM" feels like a particularly stinging slap in the face. Surely that was done on purpose to mock him. And so, when he sits down at his assigned seat, he is looking incredibly sour. He would shout at their servers, if he could see them. Instead, he has no recourse but to sit there, elbows on the table like a petulant child, seething quietly while the meal is served. And to quench that rage, he drinks more water, of course. Looks like mealtime chatter might be about to get a lot more interesting, or rage inducing. Probably that last one.
Good thing he doesn't have a roommate.
Speaking of rage, Number 6 is in one now. An hour after a conversation with someone, he somehow sobers-up and realizes that what he actually said doesn't match what he thought he said. AT ALL. And he is livid.
A chair goes flying into the hallway, crashing against the wall opposite Room 113. A glass goes soaring out after, smashing in rainfall of shattered shards.
If anyone is brave enough to stick their head through the open door after all that, they will find him in the process of attempting to upend his bunk. And there will be pieces of his furniture and personal effect thrown all around the room. It looks like a hurricane came through.
If he catches sight of any onlookers he will shout, "What do you want!" His piercing blue eyes narrowed down to slits as he locks his gaze on them. Taking one step more might feel like stepping on your own grave. Enter at your own risk.
What: First few openers repeated from the TDM + New event prompts ALL TRUTH BECAUSE HE WILL HATE IT (All the TDM prompts except for the first one can be truth flavored, too)
Where: Locations stated in the prompt
When: The first one on the 11th, the rest throughout the month of July
Warnings: He's very upset and might be shouty
Over His dead body [7/11]
Waking up in an unfamiliar place is nothing new to him at this point. Not that it makes him any less boiling with rage over it. And that note only makes the steam rise higher over his head. So, they're doing cruises now? How novel. And using days of the week for names instead of numbers, too. What won't The Village try? He obstinately ignores the suggestion to bring his life vest with him. But the order to go to their mandatory drill is less easy to ignore. When did they gain the ability to paralyze him if he won't go where they say?
He can be found in the halls, not very far from the cabin he woke in (113), frozen in place with his hands balled into fists at his sides absolutely seething with rage. His entire body trembles with the force of it. He knows what he has to do to get unstuck. He'd experimented with taking a few steps forward and back. But will he go where he is directed? No. Never. He'd rather go red-faced in this hallway waiting for their unseen will to control him to run out than take one more step. Even if it takes hours.
Don't Look Down - Elevator prompt from the TDM
After, presumably, someone convinced him to finally just go do the god-forsaken drill, he thought the worst was over. How naive of him. He steps onto the glass elevator and reaches to hit the button. But nothing happens. He tries again. Still nothing. No movement. Turning to the person beside him, whom he has failed to acknowledge up until this point, he asks, "Does this happen often?"
There won't be time for a reply before the elevator quite suddenly lurches up one floor, and then drops. His stomach rises into his throat and he desperately puts his hands out to grip the side, fingers squeaking on the slippery glass, as they careen down, down, down!
Then stop.
He's thrown from his feet, landing hard on his side with a grunt. But rather than worry after himself, he's turning to catch sight of his unwitting partner on this fun-house ride, asking urgently, "Are you all right?"
Since When Did the Food Fight Back? - Mikabo prompt from the TDM
"What in blazes?" he exclaims as a knife goes soaring past him, followed quickly by a roll of sushi and the whole plate too.
He turns in shock to see the conveyor belt, seemingly with a mind of its own, winding up for another throw.
"Who is running this place?"
The truth will set you free?
Well, how was he supposed to know not to drink the water? Who would be stupid enough to poison the finite water supply on a cruise ship? After splashing some on his face in the morning to wash and shave himself, and then using it to brush his teeth like any decent hygienic person, he goes about his day none-the-wiser to the sudden change that's taken place.
His newly formed routine is to prowl the ship deck first thing in the morning (and last thing at night), scowling while he checks the waves and sky for any hint of a clue about where they could be. He checks the life boats, too, as if paranoid they might vanish without warning. It's unfortunate for him that it's been raining so much, only compounding the problematic effects of the water.
Once he's done his lap around the deck, he will work his way down level by level. He's memorizing the lay of thing, taking note of cabin numbers and all the many and varied amenities. It's almost staggering how many venues there are, and all of them host technology he'd never even dreamed of.
For instance, the arcade full of flashy computer games has him mesmerized. He stands in front of a cabinet, hand on the joystick while utterly transfixed. He doesn't make it past the opening stage of the game, but he keeps trying, getting visibly more upset each time the death screen animation plays. Until, finally, he shouts suddenly, "what's this all about?!"
He's keeping that angry-old-man-shouts-at-technology vibe with him through the rest of his explorations. Nothing on this ship makes any sense. The music is different. The decorations are all unfamiliar. If he believed in such things, he'd think he got abducted by aliens. Maybe he shouldn't rule it out.
To add insult to injury, his assigned dining time of "6:66 PM" feels like a particularly stinging slap in the face. Surely that was done on purpose to mock him. And so, when he sits down at his assigned seat, he is looking incredibly sour. He would shout at their servers, if he could see them. Instead, he has no recourse but to sit there, elbows on the table like a petulant child, seething quietly while the meal is served. And to quench that rage, he drinks more water, of course. Looks like mealtime chatter might be about to get a lot more interesting, or rage inducing. Probably that last one.
Good thing he doesn't have a roommate.
Speaking of rage, Number 6 is in one now. An hour after a conversation with someone, he somehow sobers-up and realizes that what he actually said doesn't match what he thought he said. AT ALL. And he is livid.
A chair goes flying into the hallway, crashing against the wall opposite Room 113. A glass goes soaring out after, smashing in rainfall of shattered shards.
If anyone is brave enough to stick their head through the open door after all that, they will find him in the process of attempting to upend his bunk. And there will be pieces of his furniture and personal effect thrown all around the room. It looks like a hurricane came through.
If he catches sight of any onlookers he will shout, "What do you want!" His piercing blue eyes narrowed down to slits as he locks his gaze on them. Taking one step more might feel like stepping on your own grave. Enter at your own risk.
[For César ]
"Once is enough to know it can be done again," he grumbles.
"I've yet to go to the drill, obviously. So, I suppose I would have to take your word for it." But now he is curious. And conflicted. Going to the drill would be doing as he's told.
"What is so strange about it?"
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"It's more disturbing than the stranger things here. I didn't like the loss of control, either." César shakes his head. "I'm sorry you don't have more than my word to rely on."
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"And whose word is it that I am relying on?" he asks pointedly looking César up and down.
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César loosens his arms and drops them to his sides to keep them free, because that look has suddenly made him aware that the man could truly lash out. "César Salazar. And you?"
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"Oh, are we back to using names then?" he says, as is under the assumption César will know exactly what he's talking about. "Truly, this is a luxury cruise."
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César gives him a bit of a confused look. "You're not allowed to use names back where you were taken from?"
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"I have a name," he finally settles for an evasive option. "Call me Peter Smith." Which is not actually his name but it's the one he's choosing to go with.
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"Do you prefer Peter or Mr. Smith?" It's important to address people as they wish to be addressed.
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"All right. What can you tell me about the people in charge here, Mr. Salazar? Are they as omnipotent as they appear to be?"
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"I prefer César." César can't stand his last name, anymore, not after only hearing it on the lips of terrible people for so long.
"They're not perfectly omnipotent. The Captain can control reality. He seems to have made most of the ship." A pause, thinking. "... he also won't listen in if people are touching each other or if they're in their cabins. The more detailed stuff, I'd want to tell you in a cabin."
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"Controlling reality? You really expect me to believe that?" He's not going to comment on some of those other details. God knows he doesn't want to envision the types of sights a peeping tom might get on a cruise ship. But it is useful to know the cabins are relatively more safe.
"I seem to be incapable of going to a cabin at present."
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"No, not really." César shrugs a bit. "You understandably need proof. ... and understandably, can't get most of it until after you decide to risk moving forward."
He does feel for the man, though, quite clearly. "I wish I had an easy solution for you, Mr. Smith."
César feels so much younger using the man's last name after insisting on his first name being used. It's not a bad feeling. Just a curious one.
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He doesn't like admitting he's defeated, but this conversation has provided one point of evidence already. He won't be under whatever control this is forever. Just until he reports for that drill. He may as well surrender to the inevitable.
"I'm tired of standing in this hall." He finally takes a step in the direction he's meant to go, then another. He's going slow enough to signal that he expects César to follow.
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He nods to that assessment, and falls in line naturally behind, then alongside, him. There's no need to say he's coming along. It's enough to keep pace.
"I can give you a tour of places, after. Something good for me to review."
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"Please. If you would be so kind?" he says, with only the slightest hint of sarcasm. "I've not been able to assess the scale of this vessel yet."
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"It'd be my pleasure." César looks up for a moment as he thinks. "... Hmm, scale. That gives me an idea. We might wish to skip ahead to the Promenade on the 5th Floor. It'll help you understand why mapping this place can be a bit difficult at times."
you good with time-skipping to the end of the drill in a few tags?
He is envisioning something along the lines of how it was in The Village, where even the maps on offer were devoid of any useful detail.
oh pretty please let's time-skip to the end of the drill when we get there.
will do o7
Soon enough he'll be forced to put that from his mind as he's subjected to the drill. A scowl adorns his features as he's presented with that odd Hawaiian lei. He'll be in a hurry to rip it back off over his head just as soon as he can. Luckily, this is not his first time on a ship, so nothing in this drill is particularly ground-breaking.
"All right," he says once it's finally done. "Let's see what it is you have to show me. I hope it will be more enlightening than that was." Don't mind him taking that lei and purposefully dropping it over the side of the ship as he says this.
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"The Captain can't hear us in the cabins or when we touch. He does not know about them." César reinforces those words. "They're warded. Some sort of protection. It might very well save you a lot of agony at some point."
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"Protection..." he mulls that over, not thoroughly convinced but no longer actively intending to get rid of this potentially important item.
"Are you saying that the faceless woman is capable of defying her Captain?"
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He drops his hand and smiles slightly. "Miss Friday's priorities are a little messed up by death not mattering to her, but she does seem to care. As weird as she is, she is trying. But her perspective is heavily altered from ours."
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