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come_sailaway2022-08-12 01:46 am
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Entry tags:
- !event,
- arcane: ekko,
- arcane: jinx,
- changeling the lost: giles,
- changeling the lost: oswald wuthridge,
- doctor who: clara oswald,
- far cry 5: deputy pratt,
- far cry new dawn: sharky boshaw,
- fe3h: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd,
- groundhog day musical: phil connors,
- interview with the vampire: claudia,
- lavender jack: honoria crabb,
- lavender jack: johnny summer,
- mcu: ava starr,
- mcu: marc spector,
- mcu: steven grant,
- original: aiden copeland,
- original: lucas kovach,
- original: ylva wolfsdottir,
- overwatch: bastion e54,
- overwatch: maximilien,
- prodigal son: malcolm bright,
- rwby: ruby rose,
- sherlock holmes: john watson,
- skulduggery pleasant: skulduggery,
- tales of the abyss: jade curtiss,
- tales of vesperia: rita mordio,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the locked tomb: palamedes sextus,
- the umbrella academy: klaus hargreeves,
- westworld: maeve millay
AUGUST EVENT: DRAGSTRIP RIOT
[it begins with a PA announcement on the morning of the 12th, Friday’s voice coming through clear and cheerful.]
Any passengers that wish to debark to our latest port of call can exit the ship through the metal detectors on deck zero! Please be advised that all alcohol will be confiscated prior to your exit!
[and whoever heads down to the lowest deck will find that what she said was true: there is a metal detector set up there, with Friday manning it. after placing all metal objects (including weapons, and all your weapons) onto the tray, she gestures for the passenger to step through the metal detector.
they exit in an entirely different location. suffering from a splitting headache, and wearing an entirely different outfit than they had put on this morning, but unscathed. they even got their weapons back!
the interior of the diner is essentially your average jonathan rockets establishment. the narrow lane between booths and counter is manned by an entirely mute Friday clone, who cheerily takes orders and serves up food (cooked??? somewhere???) with an almost unnatural talent for roller blading. there is a jukebox in the corner that can be fed with quarters passengers will inexplicably find on their person. the available songs range from the 50s to the 80s, with a particularly wide selection of songs from the platters.
outside, the diner is a great chrome boxcar, circled by a small parking lot. a large neon sign proclaims it to be GIL’S; it buzzes and flickers on and off often. passengers who have regained vehicles will find these vehicles parked outside. there are also a handful of midcentury American cars; none of them seem to require keys, and the gas tank seems set at full.
past the parking lot is a seemingly endless expanse of desert sand and scrubland, bisecting by the empty highway that the diner abuts. a few miles down this highway, the road forks into a smaller one, which winds its way up a steep, ragged mountain until plateauing into another parking lot, with only a small, old wooden fence between the cars and the edge of the cliff.
should they wish to return to the ship, passengers can leave at any time the same way they entered: walking through a doorway that now claims to be a mop closet. passing through will leave them on deck zero, again with a splitting headache. it’s probably fine.]
Any passengers that wish to debark to our latest port of call can exit the ship through the metal detectors on deck zero! Please be advised that all alcohol will be confiscated prior to your exit!
[and whoever heads down to the lowest deck will find that what she said was true: there is a metal detector set up there, with Friday manning it. after placing all metal objects (including weapons, and all your weapons) onto the tray, she gestures for the passenger to step through the metal detector.
they exit in an entirely different location. suffering from a splitting headache, and wearing an entirely different outfit than they had put on this morning, but unscathed. they even got their weapons back!
the interior of the diner is essentially your average jonathan rockets establishment. the narrow lane between booths and counter is manned by an entirely mute Friday clone, who cheerily takes orders and serves up food (cooked??? somewhere???) with an almost unnatural talent for roller blading. there is a jukebox in the corner that can be fed with quarters passengers will inexplicably find on their person. the available songs range from the 50s to the 80s, with a particularly wide selection of songs from the platters.
outside, the diner is a great chrome boxcar, circled by a small parking lot. a large neon sign proclaims it to be GIL’S; it buzzes and flickers on and off often. passengers who have regained vehicles will find these vehicles parked outside. there are also a handful of midcentury American cars; none of them seem to require keys, and the gas tank seems set at full.
past the parking lot is a seemingly endless expanse of desert sand and scrubland, bisecting by the empty highway that the diner abuts. a few miles down this highway, the road forks into a smaller one, which winds its way up a steep, ragged mountain until plateauing into another parking lot, with only a small, old wooden fence between the cars and the edge of the cliff.
should they wish to return to the ship, passengers can leave at any time the same way they entered: walking through a doorway that now claims to be a mop closet. passing through will leave them on deck zero, again with a splitting headache. it’s probably fine.]
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Izzy has one friend. And recently he isn't sure if he even has that, anymore.
Now, somehow, he has two more, said aloud, confirmed. No guess work, no wondering, they're friends. Why someone would ever want to be his friend he doesn't know, but it doesn't feel... bad. Maybe it's because he's useful. He's teaching Darcy. For Lucius he is the last testament of home that isn't their respective captain. It's familiar, he had said. It's easy.
Izzy has to agree with him. It is easy, weirdly so. This, here with Darcy, despite all the pain and difficulty wrenching his words out, his truth, his story, the actual existing next to each other is so, so natural.
To be safety for another person when he, himself, has nothing of the sort (so he thinks), feels absurd. But that has very often been his lot in life (so he thinks). His perspective is tainted. His narration terribly unreliable.
"You'd-" whuff, this is a lot. He's intense. He's unimaginative. He's a 'real bummer'.
"You, you want that?"
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She's offered him her loyalty time and time again now. It will take more than him asking if she's really really sure to change her mind.
"Is it really that weird that I'd want to stick by someone who's been good to me?"
A sniff and she turns her attention properly back to the road.
"It's not like I have other plans for after we win anyway."
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Nice that she wants to, though. Maybe he should just...embrace it.
"No.. when you put it like that I suppose not."
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They've looped around by now, the diner slowly coming back into sight.
"The camp did the same thing, with the looping. It was weirder then because it was all on foot, and the world was much smaller."
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Quietly, he appreciates the shift in conversation. Nothing has been forgotten, but they don't need to talk about it any more. Go figure, the information is given and they both stop short of talking about the feelings behind it. Go figure, go figure, go figure.
No, Darcy. You are not alone. He just doesn't know how to say it's going to be okay because he is not okay.
"What was it like? The camp. I've heard it mentioned."
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Drums her thumbs on the wheel some more.
"Nothing actually happened there. Still trying to work out what the Captain's angle was, probably just trying to bait and switch us. I got basically no sleep that week, I was just... waiting for something to happen."
She knocks on her window lazily with two fingers, "Not this time though. The Captain told us to expect something big this trip. But he wouldn't say what."
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"Could be anything," he hazards.
"We can drive but we're still trapped. Feels perfect for an ambush."
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Darcy pulls up to the diner, managing to pull into a spot without hitting the other cars beside her. At last, she unlocks the door again.
"So, that's driving," she gestures as if showing him the experience of driving was the only thing that happened on this trip, "everyone does it in the future, so."
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But uh. That information is pretty important.
"Did you say it all happened in the parking lot?"
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"This is a parking lot, isn't it?"
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Darcy opens up her door and steps out, sticking her head back in to address him.
"The Captain is a fucking drama queen. If we're all about to die, I think we'll know about it."
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Reluctantly, after a pause, he opens the door and gets out as well. Suddenly feeling quite exposed, especially in the wake of their conversation. That was.. intense.
"If you say so."