come_sailaway | i've heard it all before [open]

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i've heard it all before [open]

Who: Vance Hopper & OPEN
When: After his arrival in late August
Where: All around
Summary: Vance has arrived and he is NOT happy about it but he's not happy about anything really so he can deal with it.
Warnings: he's very mean (and also likely to be discussing child murder because he is a child who was murdered)

( FOX ON THE RUN ) / deck

[ Vance is walking around on the deck, fists clenched and scowling at anyone who passes by. He doesn't actually talk to anyone yet because he's still used to most people not being able to see him, but he's there.

...And he's absolutely covered in dried blood that he could wash off at any time. He hasn't figured that out yet, either, so he's just. Walking around like that. ]

( PINBALL WIZARD ) / playback

[ Of course as soon as Vance finds Playback he heads straight for the pinball. On one hand, this place sucks. On the other hand, it does have pinball. And nicer machines than the one at the convenience store back home, too. Maybe it's not hell after all.

He's completely in the zone, still getting used to an unfamiliar board so he's not quite at high score tier just yet, but he's still pretty good.

And he knows when someone's lurking around nearby, despite his concentration. ]

You can watch if you want but if you throw me off I'll kick your ass. [ Said whether the nearby person was actually watching him or not. ]

( SCHOOL'S OUT ) / library

[ What a nice library. It'd be a shame if some rude boy went and sat with his shoes right on one of the tables, loudly talking to himself as he flips through a comic book.

He's just looking at the pictures, of course. What is this, school? All things considered, it's not the rudest thing he could be doing, but if there's an opportunity to be obnoxious he's going to take it. ]

( I WANNA BE SEDATED ) / outside of hurikane

[ Vance tried to get himself a drink (after half a year of being dead he deserves a good drink, he thinks) but the second he tries he gets escorted out and told to go back to Playback. He's already had plenty of fun at Playback, thank you, now he wants to have some irresponsible fun.

He stands with his hands in his pockets trying to look inconspicuous until someone who looks like they might be an adult passes by. ]

Psst. [ He leans in towards them. ] Get me a drink. I'll make it worth your while.

[ Let it be known that he has absolutely nothing to offer anyone that would make it worth their while. ]

( WILDCARD )

[ chimera#5926 or PM to plot. Or just go for it, if there's something you want with him. Surprise me. ]

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You totally do. You look like a poodle.

[ Because he really did. ]

Cool, then welcome back to the land of the living.

[ A vague hand-wiggle, ]

Relatively. There's a couple of other people who have died here, but nobody else who's a ghost. They all sort of came back normal.

[ Darcy stands up a little straighter, trying to remember the steps of a dance she hasn't stepped through since she arrived. ]

My condolences for your death. It sucks. I can't really do much here to help you pass on, but I'm working to make sure everyone gets to go back home, so. Hopefully that counts for something. You should probably go see if you can wash the blood off.

I do not! [ He's still seething about the poodle comment but he also wants to know what the hell is going on, so he'll file that away for later. ] Lucky fucking me, I get to stay like this.

[ There are some useful things about being a ghost, but the memory issues blow. ]

I already got what I wanted. I don't need your help to pass on. [ He looks down at his bloody vest. ] And ghosts don't have to shower.

Okay but you do though.

[ She can and will keep this up forever. Especially because she thinks it's hilarious. But that's... weird. She can't keep the visible surprise off her face when he says he's already passed on- in her experience, ghosts that pass on go down through the threshold of the Underworld never to be seen again. Though if the Captain can steal people after they've died, she supposes it's not impossible for him to steal a ghost from their eternal rest.
The gatekeepers down there are probably fuming about it. Technically this means she has no duty to him, but... She still has a duty to him as a new arrival, and the psychopomp leans against the nearest wall with a huff.

Let me put it this way; if you're alive and real enough that you can shower, that means you're probably alive enough to do shit like eat again, [ And she's never met a ghost that didn't miss eating, ] and if you aren't then nobody can stop you from running around looking like a low-budget Carrie, ehn?

Do not.

[ And he can also keep this up forever because he's a stubborn idiot that doesn't know when it's better to let something go. ]

Oh, shit. [ He hasn't really thought about food. And he's not hungry just yet, but that does at least mean that cold scrambled eggs won't be his last meal forever. ] That means I can drink, too, yeah?

[ Of course the first thing he actually likes about this place is the possibility of getting absolutely wasted. ]

Do so.

[ Darcy's demeanor eases up a little now she has an angle to work on him, and now the kid seems a little happier about being at least partially back. She shrugs, ]

Probably. Have you ever had boba? You go get cleaned up and I'll introduce you to boba.

Who's Boba? Does he have any pizza?

[ Unfortunately he predates the invention of boba by about ten years. ]

It's a drink. And there's pizza in the buffet.

[ Ah the priorities of teenage ghosts. ]

'M Darcy. In 121 if you ever need to find me or message me.

Sounds like I can get it without cleaning up, then.

[ He grins like he's found the world's greatest loophole. As if he couldn't have just checked the buffet by himself. ]

I'm Vance. In 132, if anyone's got a bone to pick.

You know nobody's going to be impressed by the blood, ehn, tough guy? Most of the people on this ship have seen worse than a broken fucking nose.

[ Eyeroll. Darcy had been dealing with enough nice reasonable teenage boys to forget her general distaste for them. ]

Vance. [ She pulls out the shiptalk device and taps in his details, sending him a 🖕 to test if it works. ]

I didn't die from a broken nose, dumbass.

[ He lifts up the corner of his shirt. It's healed now or he'd be dead again, but there are a few knife wound scars there that look like they went pretty deep.

As soon as he gets the notification he lets his shirt fall back down and takes out the phone, frowning as he reads what it says. Unfortunately for him he's not used to smartphones, so he runs his thumb over the keyboard and his reply ends up being "sdfghh". ]

Fuck. Stupid thing.

[ Oh great, scar dick-measuring, one of her favourite pastimes. Darcy sheds her jacket, leaving her in just a black tank top. Immediately evident is a veritable metro-map of scars littering her arms; scratches, cuts, a gunshot scar at her right shoulder, a couple of bandages for what looks like very fresh injuries that have partially bled through. The scar that circles her throat is still hidden under the black ribbon at her throat, and she's got a couple of her worse ones under her shirt. The Captain's little present among them. Also important to note is that this chick is jacked. Broad shoulders and strong arms like an athlete. ]

Cool. Guess how I died, dumbass.

[ She snorts at the reply and shakes her phone mockingly, ] Probably smarter than whatever you were actually going to say.

[ He's not really phased now that he's been hanging out with a group of dead teenagers for the last few months (well, less hanging out and more trapped in the same damn basement together), so he just shrugs it off. It is kind of impressive, but he'll be damned if he's going to admit that to someone he's angry at. ]

Fuck off. [ He puts the phone back in his pocket, not wanting to play around with it anymore. ]

Cranky because you don't have cooler scars than me, aren't you, [ God it feels good to have someone she can put shit on without feeling bad again. Damn all these nice people aboard the ship. Darcy picks her jacket back up again and holds it over her shoulder. ]

You know, the people here are really fucking nice if you're not a dick to them first. Not me, I'm a bitch, but other people. Might be something to remember.

None of them are cool.

[ He says that quieter than everything else, because he wishes he could think they were cool, but they're just awful reminders of something he wants to forget. ]

I don't need anybody to be nice to me, alright? I take care of myself.[ And he's dead so that clearly worked out for him before. ]

[ And there he goes. Darcy had a feeling that they were kindred spirits in more ways than just their death, recognized the hissing and spitting at anything that moved from her own slew of insults aimed at anyone actually trying to help her when she first arrived. In the way that you can never remember what it's like to not know something, it's... Unclear to her at what point the shift happened. When she started accepting the help and niceness and all that bullshit. Her demeanor softens in sympathy, and she gives him a small nod, pausing for a minute before she speaks again. ]

I get it. Nobody can make you do anything here. Not really. Not me and not anyone else. It was just... advice. Not everyone here is looking for a fight.

Yeah, well, I am and until I can fight the prick who brought us here, you fuckers'll have to do.

[ Even he's not sure that he, Vance Hopper, fifteen year old ghost boy, stands a chance of killing the captain, but his ghostly nature is still hyper-focused on vengeance. ]

[ Darcy laughs, because it's like seeing a weird trick mirror of herself when she first arrived and him now. Ghosts like vengeance, that's just a rule of thumb, and one that she herself abides by. ]

Alright, cool, next time I go stab the Captain I'll call you up.

Your loss. If I stab him I'm keeping it all to myself.

[ More stabs for him. ]

Do you want to know what happens when you stab the Captain?

[ Look, she's kind of got to warn him. ]

[ A pause. ]

He bleeds?

Whatever you stab him with goes right through him. Like a pin through a pincushion. And then he makes it so you can't pull it out again. Because he's not human, and his body is whatever he wants it to be. If you want your knife or sword back? He makes you beg for it.

[ Well that's. Inconvenient. ]

What if you lop his head all the way off?

It passes through him. Like I just said. Imagine trying to behead a shadow.

[ Yeah, yeah the kid is a dumbass, this might take a minute. ]

But if I'm also a ghost when I do it, maybe it'll cancel it out.

[ He smiles, smug as all hell because he thinks he's very very clever for this one. ]

[ Darcy withdraws her sword with a flourish and funnels her Rage through it. To a ghost, it makes the weapon buzz with danger, like standing too close to a live wire. Drops of water condense on the surface of the blade, and Darcy's face ripples like she's been plunged underwater. ]

I. Already. Tried. That. You're not the only ghost here, fucker.

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