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come_sailaway2022-07-11 01:34 pm
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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.
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"Trust me, I buried myself and I didn't even get a t-shirt. The prizes for the games here suck." She might be a bit more willing to play along if there was something in it to gain, but satisfaction alone isn't that motivating.
"Anyway, you'll probably be fine." As if she didn't put her foot through him. "I've never killed somebody on accident."
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"Buried. Not on purpose, I hope?" He's not looking for that kind of escape and he hopes she isn't either.
"I hope you realize how little that reassures me."
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"It was better than the alternative, trust me," Ava had no desire to finish off the Battle Royale. Not after failing at keeping the children from dying. Of course at the time she hadn't known they'd all simply come back.
"I'm not in the business of reassurance. Being a coward is your own choice. But look," Ava pulls herself up through the ceiling one leg after the other and disappears. Only to duck her head down through it, staring at him expectantly.
"It's perfectly safe. And if not, you can come back the next day shove me off the side of the ship in revenge. It would be deserved."
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"You are asking me to trust you quite a lot already." He's not sure he wants to know how bad the alternative was. Maybe not until after they are out of this.
His eyes flash dangerously with challenge, "Do I look like a coward to you?" There. She's said the magic words to get him to agree to this. No one accuses him of cowardice.
"None of this is perfectly safe. So, let's get on with it." No comment on if he actually would or would not push her off the ship. (He wouldn't, no matter how tempting.) No, he simply jumps and catches the ledge, using his surprisingly robust strength to pull himself as far up into the shaft as he can given the limited space.
"Do whatever it is you're going to do then."
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"Oh good, you can carry your own weight." Because she might be stronger than she looks, but it'd make this quite a bit more difficult.
"So you need to hold on tightly, because I can only maintain it as long as we're in contact. Here," Ava reaches out to curl fingers around his arm. "It feels weird," she warns, which is why she wants to give him a moment to get used to it first. Her own arm blurs and flickers with the shift of energy, and then her brows crease as she fades his arm out as well. A prickling sensation similar to a ghost limb, perhaps.
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"I can hardly count on anyone else to carry it." That would require trust.
But now, he's having to place that trust in her. He grips her arm back solidly, nodding his understanding that to let go will almost surely mean his demise. When the tingling sensation starts, his eyebrows flick up in visible surprise.
"It does feel very strange. Not pleasant, but I'll manage it."
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She makes a small huff at his comment about it not feeling pleasant. Buddy you have no idea. But she refrains from responding, concentrating on getting the whole of him intangible. Wouldn't do to get his foot stuck.
"Hold on," she reminds him, a wavering quality to her voice, before she begins to climb through. She pulls him along, because this isn't a take turns situation, she needs him to keep up to not risk separation.
And luckily her abilities don't falter, and she doesn't end up embedding him into the wall.
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"I'm holding on." His grip is definitely tight enough to be called a "death grip." And he's holding his breath too as he is pulled up and through, wide-eyed, still barely able to believe it's really happening on some level.
Once the very last of him is out, he finally lets the air from his chest in a huff of relief. He's intact. Not even a hair out of place.
"Well done. I'm sorry I doubted you."
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She brushes herself off a bit, still flickering, and if she's hurting she's doing her best not to show it. It's definitely one of those situations her suit would have been an advantage, but it's difficult to wear it around just because.
"I mean... it was probably 50/50, but you didn't flail about unnecessarily so that helped."
you okay with wrapping this one up here?
"Come on. You'll have to show me which way to the pub." He grins and adds, "If it's on a different floor then I insist we take the stairs."
sure!
Definitely agreed on the stairs, Ava leads the way. "There's one with fish and chips, I'm sure you'd appreciate," she teases as if her own accent isn't also distinctly British. But she'll probably use the chance over drinks to explain how she was raised by Americans. And not elaborate much more on the subject.
Thanks! End~
It will likely come as no surprise to her, while they discuss things over a pint, that he's similarly close-lipped about his own past. Out of respect for her not dropping him hallway through their escape, he will accept what she tells him without pressing for more. Today, he'll settle for enjoying the pleasant company on an otherwise unpleasant cruise ship.