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come_sailaway2022-07-25 04:36 am
pointofhonoria) wrote in come_sailaway2022-07-25 04:36 am
Standing under an overpass in the rain [OPEN]
Who: Honoria Crabb & You!
What: Monthly shenanigans, truths/lies and otherwise
When: Throughout July
Where: Various spots around the ship
Warnings: None yet, will add
Notes: If anyone feels like helping me get this poor detective caught up on any plot stuff......
1. thinking, thinking (either library, lounge, Tauva, etc.)
Crabb hates feeling this idle for this long. Back in Gallery there's never a quiet moment, never a dearth of obvious work to be done. More often than not, she and Ferrier hop right from one job to the next, and she likes it that way. It's just the sort of person she is.
Maybe it'd have helped if she hadn't been far more rattled by her first months here than she'd expected, or if she just knew where to even start, but she was and she doesn't. Together, those things mean her "work" mostly amounts to sitting around places like the library, the lounge or Tauva, thinking and scribbling notes on everything from what little she personally knows, to the mountain of questions that cover what she doesn't, to the people she knows or has seen around enough to take note of.
Lately, this sometimes includes having a life-size plush of a strange little dog sat with her as she scribbles. Mostly, it just sits there, sometimes gets used as an arm rest, other times she almost seems to pet it idly or talking to it like she's using it to work out thoughts aloud.
Anyone who catches her doing so will be met with no sense of shame, just a, "What you looking at?"
2. caught in the rain (anywhere outside or just after coming inside, lies)
Crabb does her best not to get caught out in the rain, all things considered, but it still happens; she has to cross some open deck and ends up all drizzled on anyway. Much harder to completely avoid folks for an hour or two when that's how you end up wet, compared to all the more purposeful kinds like showers and so on.
Nice to know there's only different weather when it's inconvenient, she supposes.
"Bleedin' lovely weather we're having," is what she means to grumble, to no one in particular but aloud all the same, and in essence that's still what she actually says, give or take a couple words, but... it sure comes out sounding a lot more genuine than the sarcasm she was aiming for.
3. newfangled technology (Calgona's Gym)
When it is wet outside, Crabb has to shift the exercise routine she's fallen into. No running around the track out on the sports deck, which means if she wants to get a run in, she has to figure out how the treadmills work.
She is not having much luck.
She's got no problem with the concept, or the basic act of turning it on, but she's clearly a little more thrown by all the possible settings and might be cursing creatively under her breath. Maybe help the woman from 1917 out, here.
4. Wildcard
[ Catch her anywhere else; specify if you want a lies/truths thing and either pick which or I will, but otherwise I'll default to no effect.![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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What: Monthly shenanigans, truths/lies and otherwise
When: Throughout July
Where: Various spots around the ship
Warnings: None yet, will add
Notes: If anyone feels like helping me get this poor detective caught up on any plot stuff......
1. thinking, thinking (either library, lounge, Tauva, etc.)
Crabb hates feeling this idle for this long. Back in Gallery there's never a quiet moment, never a dearth of obvious work to be done. More often than not, she and Ferrier hop right from one job to the next, and she likes it that way. It's just the sort of person she is.
Maybe it'd have helped if she hadn't been far more rattled by her first months here than she'd expected, or if she just knew where to even start, but she was and she doesn't. Together, those things mean her "work" mostly amounts to sitting around places like the library, the lounge or Tauva, thinking and scribbling notes on everything from what little she personally knows, to the mountain of questions that cover what she doesn't, to the people she knows or has seen around enough to take note of.
Lately, this sometimes includes having a life-size plush of a strange little dog sat with her as she scribbles. Mostly, it just sits there, sometimes gets used as an arm rest, other times she almost seems to pet it idly or talking to it like she's using it to work out thoughts aloud.
Anyone who catches her doing so will be met with no sense of shame, just a, "What you looking at?"
2. caught in the rain (anywhere outside or just after coming inside, lies)
Crabb does her best not to get caught out in the rain, all things considered, but it still happens; she has to cross some open deck and ends up all drizzled on anyway. Much harder to completely avoid folks for an hour or two when that's how you end up wet, compared to all the more purposeful kinds like showers and so on.
Nice to know there's only different weather when it's inconvenient, she supposes.
"Bleedin' lovely weather we're having," is what she means to grumble, to no one in particular but aloud all the same, and in essence that's still what she actually says, give or take a couple words, but... it sure comes out sounding a lot more genuine than the sarcasm she was aiming for.
3. newfangled technology (Calgona's Gym)
When it is wet outside, Crabb has to shift the exercise routine she's fallen into. No running around the track out on the sports deck, which means if she wants to get a run in, she has to figure out how the treadmills work.
She is not having much luck.
She's got no problem with the concept, or the basic act of turning it on, but she's clearly a little more thrown by all the possible settings and might be cursing creatively under her breath. Maybe help the woman from 1917 out, here.
4. Wildcard
[ Catch her anywhere else; specify if you want a lies/truths thing and either pick which or I will, but otherwise I'll default to no effect.
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"At least, yeah. Hard to keep track the way people come and go, but don't think we've dropped under that threshold for a while, now."
She's sort of trying to keep track, but she certainly doesn't know enough people to keep a comprehensive list.
"Sure is. Not a lot that can withstand this whole..." She gestures vaguely. Being yanked from your own world. Realising there are other worlds. Magic bullshit. The lot of it.
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Crabb snorts in agreement. "Pretty sure anyone I tried to explain this to would think I'd finally taken one too many cracks over the head, yeah. Can't say I don't still wonder sometimes if that's all it is. But it ain't, and we sure do just have to deal with it."
Sigh. "Man, now I do want a drink."
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If he wasn't such a lightweight now, he'd probably take a page out of Sharky's playbook and just be in a perpetual state of drunkenness to not have to think about these things.
"We just keep on keeping on. It's all we can do."
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"Usually I just... don't slow down long enough to get all up in my head, but Christ, this place has a way of forcing you to."
She shakes her head, huffs a sigh, and pushes herself up from her seat. She's absolutely going to grab a drink, now.
"But yeah, no choice but to keep on. Hope we see the other side."