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come_sailaway2022-07-22 05:53 pm
woocas) wrote in come_sailaway2022-07-22 05:53 pm
[OPEN] I'll be a dreamer 'til the day I die
Who: Lucas Kovach AND YOU!
What: Arriving at the ship, poking around, probably getting into trouble!
When: The rest of July!
Where: All over!
Warnings: Nothing yet, will add in comment headers and here if needed
Notes: Down for continuing TDM threads too! Some of the prompts are ripped from there, one is new. ALSO hit me up on discord or PM if you want a starter!
I. Not subtle revealings
“Come on, really!?” Lucas exclaims to no one in particular. The young man is stock still in the middle of the ship's hallway, an increasingly flustered expression on his face. This has to be a dream, right? Otherwise the office is going to have a field day and he’ll get an earful for being late to work.
Unless this isn’t a dream…
Sighing through his nose, Lucas considers the hallway before him. Nothing barring his way and yet he can’t move another step forward. This has happened a few times already, starting with the door to his cabin. A pattern that’s starting to shine through, like he’s being corralled into a certain direction. The note said to report to deck one, does that mean he’s being forced? The thought doesn’t paint the best picture. The only comfort Lucas has is the fact that he’s woken up here with both work jacket and ID tags. Combined they were a shield, a well-worn routine. It’s just like any other case; he can face this like any good officer would, like IOPSA - the large black letters on the back of his jacket - expects of him.
Lucas turns, catching a glimpse of someone else in the hall with him. They might notice his name patch on the front of his jacket embroidered with the name KOVACH. “This is gonna sound crazy but, like, something doesn’t want me going this way. Has this happened to you?”
II. a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling
Sitting cross-legged on the floor Lucas sits just beneath a mirror in one of the hallways. He’s carefully cradling his left arm, muttering and occasionally rolling his upwards in the direction of the mirror. Mulling something over rather than freaking out. The gears in his head are churning and at the rate he’s going there might be smoke soon.
“Oh, hey there,” He remarks casually whenever someone wanders by. His arm is deathly white almost up the elbow yet the Medium seemingly pays it no mind.. “Don’t know if it’s happening everywhere but, like, I’d stay away from the mirrors right now if I were you.”
III. complex mementos
[Lucas presses face into the glass, hands braced like a giddy twelve year old trying to peek at the fabulous prizes held within. It’d be a nice change of pace from trying to figure this ship out and how to contact anyone off of it. Like pounding his head against a wall.
Right?
Wrong.]
That can’t be a real gun!
[Lucas huffs, fogging up the glass. Now he’s up on his tippy toes, jabbing a finger into the glass, pointing.]
Are you seeing this? These can’t be real prizes!?
IV. first investigation
[Meandering around the ship Lucas walks slowly with his left hand raised, fingertips trailing along the surface of the walls as he goes. He’s clearly deep in thought, eyebrows knitting together, mulling over the pros and cons of attempting a reading for the hundredth time, but as soon as he notices anyone approaches he’ll look up.]
Hey there! Uh, got a few strange questions for you if you got a moment or two? [Maybe not all that strange, but one of the other things bothering Lucas about this place is the manner of ghosts the ship seems to contain.
That and a decided lack of work that’s already driving him batty. He’ll flash a bright smile in the hopes of roping his unsuspecting victim into a brain picking session. Or at least chat their ear off, whichever comes first.]
((ooc note: I‘ll match writing style, prose or spam!))
What: Arriving at the ship, poking around, probably getting into trouble!
When: The rest of July!
Where: All over!
Warnings: Nothing yet, will add in comment headers and here if needed
Notes: Down for continuing TDM threads too! Some of the prompts are ripped from there, one is new. ALSO hit me up on discord or PM if you want a starter!
I. Not subtle revealings
“Come on, really!?” Lucas exclaims to no one in particular. The young man is stock still in the middle of the ship's hallway, an increasingly flustered expression on his face. This has to be a dream, right? Otherwise the office is going to have a field day and he’ll get an earful for being late to work.
Unless this isn’t a dream…
Sighing through his nose, Lucas considers the hallway before him. Nothing barring his way and yet he can’t move another step forward. This has happened a few times already, starting with the door to his cabin. A pattern that’s starting to shine through, like he’s being corralled into a certain direction. The note said to report to deck one, does that mean he’s being forced? The thought doesn’t paint the best picture. The only comfort Lucas has is the fact that he’s woken up here with both work jacket and ID tags. Combined they were a shield, a well-worn routine. It’s just like any other case; he can face this like any good officer would, like IOPSA - the large black letters on the back of his jacket - expects of him.
Lucas turns, catching a glimpse of someone else in the hall with him. They might notice his name patch on the front of his jacket embroidered with the name KOVACH. “This is gonna sound crazy but, like, something doesn’t want me going this way. Has this happened to you?”
II. a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling
Sitting cross-legged on the floor Lucas sits just beneath a mirror in one of the hallways. He’s carefully cradling his left arm, muttering and occasionally rolling his upwards in the direction of the mirror. Mulling something over rather than freaking out. The gears in his head are churning and at the rate he’s going there might be smoke soon.
“Oh, hey there,” He remarks casually whenever someone wanders by. His arm is deathly white almost up the elbow yet the Medium seemingly pays it no mind.. “Don’t know if it’s happening everywhere but, like, I’d stay away from the mirrors right now if I were you.”
III. complex mementos
[Lucas presses face into the glass, hands braced like a giddy twelve year old trying to peek at the fabulous prizes held within. It’d be a nice change of pace from trying to figure this ship out and how to contact anyone off of it. Like pounding his head against a wall.
Right?
Wrong.]
That can’t be a real gun!
[Lucas huffs, fogging up the glass. Now he’s up on his tippy toes, jabbing a finger into the glass, pointing.]
Are you seeing this? These can’t be real prizes!?
IV. first investigation
[Meandering around the ship Lucas walks slowly with his left hand raised, fingertips trailing along the surface of the walls as he goes. He’s clearly deep in thought, eyebrows knitting together, mulling over the pros and cons of attempting a reading for the hundredth time, but as soon as he notices anyone approaches he’ll look up.]
Hey there! Uh, got a few strange questions for you if you got a moment or two? [Maybe not all that strange, but one of the other things bothering Lucas about this place is the manner of ghosts the ship seems to contain.
That and a decided lack of work that’s already driving him batty. He’ll flash a bright smile in the hopes of roping his unsuspecting victim into a brain picking session. Or at least chat their ear off, whichever comes first.]
((ooc note: I‘ll match writing style, prose or spam!))