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come_sailaway2022-08-04 07:15 pm
chickenchoicejudy) wrote in come_sailaway2022-08-04 07:15 pm
I think I'm taking on water
Who: Ryan Akagi (chickenchoicejudy) and you! (OTA)
What: Arrival and getting used to being a passenger again
When: First week of August-ish, pre-event stuff.
Where: All over the place
Warnings: None ATM, will change as needed.
A. AFTER THE MUSTER DRILL (For Min)
There was been a lot of screaming this morning. Ryan isn't the biggest fan of waking up in an unusual place he doesn't remember, especially when he realizes he's alone, but there's only so much he can do in his...room? Cabin?
He stubbornly tried to go literally anywhere but the muster drill, but eventually he's too tired to fight it. Fine, fine, whatever, he'll go!
This is where he finds Min-Gi, and the relief is overwhelming. Ryan spends the entire muster drill by his side, most likely having to be shushed by anyone nearby trying to pay even the smallest amount of attention. Hopefully Min was listening with his whole brain, because Ryan retained absolutely nothing.
The moment they're permitted to leave the drill, they immediately go looking for the first empty deck space they can find, somewhere where they can regroup alone. Ryan leans hard against the railing, head down and looking out at the water. Passerby might mistake it for seasickness, but that isn't really the problem.
"So. First there was a Wormhole Judgement Line," he says. "...Now there's a Wormhole Judgement Cruise. Seriously?"
He's so fucking tired. Out of old habit he looks down at his right palm, but there's nothing there. No glowing green numbers. Nothing.
"Min-Gi, pleeeeeease tell me you know more about what's going on?"
He knows Min probably doesn't, but it's worth a shot.
B. LATER ON ARRIVAL DAY (OTA, mostly the first few decks)
It's a pretty big ship, and so far there isn't anything immediately dangerous. There don't seem to be any puzzles to solve either, so Min-Gi and Ryan agree to split up to cover more ground. Ryan's determined to pay attention and find useful information, but...eh.
He doesn't spend much time on deck zero. There's an infirmary and that's cool, but there is a morgue and Ryan doesn't want to think about that any more than he absolutely has to. The Atrium and Lounge are pretty sweet, but going to guest services gets him absolutely nothing, no matter how much he wiggles his eyebrows and shamelessly flirts with whoever is currently there. There's a ton of cabins like the one he turned up in, and people coming and going. If he gets caught people-watching, he will laugh it off and try to chat the person up as though he's always been on the ship.
"Soooo, been here long?" he'll ask, with a charming smile.
He can't tell when he's actually supposed to go get food (since there's a smudge on that information) so he just sort of pops in whenever he's actually hungry. That's probably what he's supposed to do, right? Maybe?
C. MALL RAT (OTA, FIFTH DECK)
There's a huge mall in the middle of this boat.
Truthfully, Ryan's never been on a cruise ship. His parents never could have afforded that with five kids, so it was just never in the cards. They took the ferry to Vancouver now and then, but it was nothing like this. There's some bars, some food, and even this...one really strange storefront.
He tilts his head a little and squints at it.
"...Who's Tommy Bahama?"
It turns out that time is split into two eras - before Tommy Bahama and after Tommy Bahama. The main difference is that after Tommy Bahama he is dressed like the most aggressively bisexual Jimmy Buffet fan to ever exist. And honestly? He's not mad about it.
D. WALLOWING (OTA, POOL)
Objectively, things could be worse than bad Hawaiian shirts and free food and a bed to sleep in. But that's not going to stop Ryan from laying around feeling sorry for himself that he's been stolen away by yet another outdated form of transportation. Every time he starts to think about it, he just gets pissed off at himself. Was he fucking up his life again? He thought that he and Min were doing pretty good now!
On the bright side, he can mope poolside with a pair of sunglasses and a margarita in hand. Stupid Wormhole Judgement Line never comped them any drinks.
He's never been one for sitting still for too long though, so eventually he sits criss-cross in the pool chair and pulls out his guitar. It's unplugged, since he wasn't carrying his amp when he arrived, but that's never stopped him from practicing before. He seems to be working on something new, but to be honest it keeps accidentally turning into the chords for Margaritaville because it's stuck in his head now, UGH. Every time he realizes it's dipped into Buffet territory he groans, aggressively strums it to try and unstick the song from his brain, and starts again at the more original thought.
He can't help it though - hell, it could be his fault.
chickenchoicejudy) and you! (OTA)What: Arrival and getting used to being a passenger again
When: First week of August-ish, pre-event stuff.
Where: All over the place
Warnings: None ATM, will change as needed.
A. AFTER THE MUSTER DRILL (For Min)
There was been a lot of screaming this morning. Ryan isn't the biggest fan of waking up in an unusual place he doesn't remember, especially when he realizes he's alone, but there's only so much he can do in his...room? Cabin?
He stubbornly tried to go literally anywhere but the muster drill, but eventually he's too tired to fight it. Fine, fine, whatever, he'll go!
This is where he finds Min-Gi, and the relief is overwhelming. Ryan spends the entire muster drill by his side, most likely having to be shushed by anyone nearby trying to pay even the smallest amount of attention. Hopefully Min was listening with his whole brain, because Ryan retained absolutely nothing.
The moment they're permitted to leave the drill, they immediately go looking for the first empty deck space they can find, somewhere where they can regroup alone. Ryan leans hard against the railing, head down and looking out at the water. Passerby might mistake it for seasickness, but that isn't really the problem.
"So. First there was a Wormhole Judgement Line," he says. "...Now there's a Wormhole Judgement Cruise. Seriously?"
He's so fucking tired. Out of old habit he looks down at his right palm, but there's nothing there. No glowing green numbers. Nothing.
"Min-Gi, pleeeeeease tell me you know more about what's going on?"
He knows Min probably doesn't, but it's worth a shot.
B. LATER ON ARRIVAL DAY (OTA, mostly the first few decks)
It's a pretty big ship, and so far there isn't anything immediately dangerous. There don't seem to be any puzzles to solve either, so Min-Gi and Ryan agree to split up to cover more ground. Ryan's determined to pay attention and find useful information, but...eh.
He doesn't spend much time on deck zero. There's an infirmary and that's cool, but there is a morgue and Ryan doesn't want to think about that any more than he absolutely has to. The Atrium and Lounge are pretty sweet, but going to guest services gets him absolutely nothing, no matter how much he wiggles his eyebrows and shamelessly flirts with whoever is currently there. There's a ton of cabins like the one he turned up in, and people coming and going. If he gets caught people-watching, he will laugh it off and try to chat the person up as though he's always been on the ship.
"Soooo, been here long?" he'll ask, with a charming smile.
He can't tell when he's actually supposed to go get food (since there's a smudge on that information) so he just sort of pops in whenever he's actually hungry. That's probably what he's supposed to do, right? Maybe?
C. MALL RAT (OTA, FIFTH DECK)
There's a huge mall in the middle of this boat.
Truthfully, Ryan's never been on a cruise ship. His parents never could have afforded that with five kids, so it was just never in the cards. They took the ferry to Vancouver now and then, but it was nothing like this. There's some bars, some food, and even this...one really strange storefront.
He tilts his head a little and squints at it.
"...Who's Tommy Bahama?"
It turns out that time is split into two eras - before Tommy Bahama and after Tommy Bahama. The main difference is that after Tommy Bahama he is dressed like the most aggressively bisexual Jimmy Buffet fan to ever exist. And honestly? He's not mad about it.
D. WALLOWING (OTA, POOL)
Objectively, things could be worse than bad Hawaiian shirts and free food and a bed to sleep in. But that's not going to stop Ryan from laying around feeling sorry for himself that he's been stolen away by yet another outdated form of transportation. Every time he starts to think about it, he just gets pissed off at himself. Was he fucking up his life again? He thought that he and Min were doing pretty good now!
On the bright side, he can mope poolside with a pair of sunglasses and a margarita in hand. Stupid Wormhole Judgement Line never comped them any drinks.
He's never been one for sitting still for too long though, so eventually he sits criss-cross in the pool chair and pulls out his guitar. It's unplugged, since he wasn't carrying his amp when he arrived, but that's never stopped him from practicing before. He seems to be working on something new, but to be honest it keeps accidentally turning into the chords for Margaritaville because it's stuck in his head now, UGH. Every time he realizes it's dipped into Buffet territory he groans, aggressively strums it to try and unstick the song from his brain, and starts again at the more original thought.
He can't help it though - hell, it could be his fault.
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"We're in the middle of nowhere, if we try to bail we'll get tired and drown."
But it's a good idea in that it's an...idea? So kinda half way there.
"What about a lifeboat?"
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The one that Ryan definitely, totally paid attention to. He sure did. Yep.
"Does that mean dealing with that No Face Lady again?" he asks. "She might murder us or something if she catches us trying to steal one."
Now that he's seen the morgue, not winding up in it himself is pretty high on his priorities.
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"I uh..." he doesn't know, but he doesn't want to not try to answer. He did pay attention so he should know this kind of stuff, right?
Right.
Except he'd been staring at Friday like, the entire time.
"I think she's like, guest services? Maybe we can sneak around her. It's a big ship, she can't see us everywhere, right?"
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He glances up to the ceiling of the elevator. It feels like jinxing it, somehow - as if by speaking it into existence she will pop up behind them and make them both jump out of their skin.
"Lifeboat's kind of the same problem, isn't it? If there's no sign of land we won't know what way to go, and then we'll get tired and starve and probably have to resort to cannibalism."
Said as though this is a perfectly natural course of events. He waves a hand.
"You definitely don't wanna eat me. I'm all bones and stringy guitar muscles, man."
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He doesn't even want to think about that. Min wouldn't be able to in a million years, anyway. He would literally rather starve and die.
"So the boat is definitely out," moving right along. And wouldn't you know it, that's when the doors open with a cheerful ping. He exits without thinking anything of it and looks around the hall. Same ol' same ol'. Like there aren't monsters in the basement or anything. Like it's just any day on a pleasure cruise.
"We're just.. plain ol' stuck here. Maybe if we just ask the captain really nicely he'll let us off at the next port."
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"Or," Ryan says, following after him. "Maybe we wait for the next port and just sorta...y'know. Make a break for it."
He mimes a little "walking away" gesture with his fingers.
"It's not like they can stop us once we're off the boat, right?
The elevator empties them into a space with two noticeable things immediately. The first is a library which is nice enough - normal even. However, the second is a wall of weird photographs of various passengers.
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"Making a break for it is a good idea," he murmurs, keeping his voice low like they're conspiring. And they are. That is exactly what they're doing.
They don't need to flesh that out right now, though.
"Who do you think these people are? Former passengers? Maybe the original crew..."
That's a dark thought.
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"No clue," he says, automatically. But then, something catches his eye. "Wait. Is that...?"
He reaches out to touch a picture - one that seems to be of them at the muster drill earlier that morning. Ryan looking around at everything except the presentation and Min-Gi trying so hard to pay attention but just fixating on Gal Friday's lack of a face.
"Waaaas there a photographer there?"
He feels like there wasn't, but. Maybe? Hopefully?
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"I didn't see one.. but I guess there must have been. The whole crew are ghosts or whatever."
But does it send a chill right the fuck up his spine? Absolutely.
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There isn't much more to see there though, so Ryan looks away and finally spots the other thing in the near vicinity.
"--oh! Min, look, there's a whole library on here!"
Said excitedly, as though this is the first either of them have seen of it and he's happy to point Min at something he might actually like here. Look at what he found, Min!
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It's not even worth being a dick about. He doesn't have the energy, too hopped up and trying very hard not to panic about the entire situation. So he just follows and looks around as they go.
There doesn't seem to be anyone in there, and if they are, they're all tucked away. The front desk is empty except for one of those glimmering ghost people and they've already learned the crew can't be interacted with. It's useless to try. Like they're wandering around a puppet theater.
"Do you think there'll be any, like. Manuals here? About the ship? Like a clue?"
Because if he were going to hide a clue, the library would definitely be the best place to stash it.
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Not that they actually went to guest services once they saw who was manning the desk, but it's the principle of the thing - if this place is hiding stuff from them, it won't be somewhere obvious like that.
Unfortunately, the library is a bit of a bust. There are a lot of books, but they're all fiction - nothing that will actually help them learn more about the ship.
"It feels like half of this place is, I dunno. Missing?"
Ryan runs his fingers along the spines. He's not looking for anything in particular, but when he sees something silly he snickers and pulls it out to show to Min-Gi.
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NSnnnnnerk---- fuuck!
He compromises with a scoff and shakes his head no.]
I'm not validating that joke with a response. It was bad and you should feel bad.
[No heat to his voice, though. Can't quite wipe the smile from the corner of his mouth. A sigh.]
I think maybe you're right, though. This all feels, I dunno, pretend. Like we could knock it all over and it would just be a tv set or something.
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Ryan is holding the book up in front of his face to hide the fact that he's about to burst into laughter himself. Min can see his eyes though, and how much he's waggling his eyebrows to try and make Min crack.
"But yeah, right? It doesn't feel real."
Now that he's had a good laugh, Ryan puts the book back (kind of. He actually lays it down on top of the row because he can't remember what spot he pulled it from).
"I guess it would be too easy if there were answers just written down in here," he sighs.
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Despite the next several hours they'll undoubtedly spend trying to do exactly that.
It's exhausting and they have so much ground to cover.
"I hate to say but... do you think we'd cover all this faster if we split up and meet back here?"
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"Probably. I mean...it doesn't go on forever like the train, so. We can't get that separated, right?"
That's like asking for trouble though, so Ryan knocks on the nearest bookshelf for luck.
"We'll meet up back here in a couple of hours. How about...you take evens, I'll take odds? Sound good?"
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See you in a few hours.