Room service [OPEN]

[lenivy]

CHARACTERS: Dylan & OPEN
DATE: A day or two post-event
LOCATION: Cabins
SITUATION: Dylan finds out about the event, and goes door to door to see if anyone needs anything
WARNINGS: TBA


1. [LOCKED TO JINX]

Dylan is blissfully unaware of what's been going on. Well, blissful might be a stretch for the status quo aboard this ship, but unburdened, at the very least.

He'd gone to the thing, had a poke about, had some food, and then decided it wasn't actually that interesting. For one thing, he doesn't know how to drive. (Although he absolutely had tried to anyway.) He's not a big fan of deserts though. Too much of a East coast kid, maybe. And the vintage thing was cute, but got boring.

So when he goes to visit his buddy Jinx, it's not out of worry or anything. It's just cause he wants to hang out.

"Hey, it's Dylan," he calls after knocking on Jinx's door.




2. [OPEN]

Dylan has met a fair amount of people, but most of them he doesn't have any way of contacting, not knowing their room numbers. And he has no idea who's hurt and who's fine and who's probably deeply traumatised.

But he wants to help.

He's not usually that much of a charity person. Maybe he feels guilty for not being there. Maybe he's bored. Maybe helping others is a good distraction from his own frustration and creeping depression. Probably all of the above.

So he goes door to door, seeing if anyone's hurt and whether they need him to bring them some food or entertainment or whatever. Or company, if they ask for it, but mostly his intention is practical.

He knocks. "Room service!"

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[serialskiller]

"No. Is she in trouble?" It crosses its arms over its chest, clearly protective of Jinx--but also well-fucking-aware who Jinx is.

[lenivy]

"Uh. No?" Blink. "I mean, not that I know."

He's also well aware that Jinx is the sort of person who'd get into trouble. But the fact that he's asking means he's... protective? Yeah. He can't think of any other reason he'd ask. Unless she's like her probation officer or something, but that probably doesn't really apply here.

"Are you her roommate?" he asks, since the guy isn't introducing himself.

[serialskiller]

"Yes. Who the fuck are you?"

The cuss isn't aimed at Dylan in an angry way, but it is emphatic.

"And why are you looking for her?"

[lenivy]

"...Dylan," he repeats. He already said that, right? He's not even sure now.

"I just... wanted to ask her if she wanted something from the buffet." A beat. "Do you want something from the buffet?"

Hey, that's what he's been doing. Offering getting stuff for people. But also this dude seems perfectly capable of getting his own food. He could probably hunt and slaughter it himself, honestly.

[serialskiller]

Blink. Blink-blink.

"Yes. If you're offering. A plate of dinosaur chicken nuggets and a bowl of mac and cheese."

Like a grown-ass bot.

[lenivy]

"Oh-- okay."

He's been completely taken off-guard, so he doesn't even consider doing anything else, or questioning the guy, or. Anything. He just sort of. Awkwardly turns and walks off in the direction of the buffet.

[serialskiller]

When he returns, there's a shoe propping the door open. Which is an invitation to just come in. The person roommate of Jinx is sitting on the bed, watching some show on a media player that's smaller than the room TVs--some sort of serial drama, perhaps.

It's not sure if it actually expects Dylan to come back or not, but no harm if he does.

[lenivy]

It takes him a moment to even remember what to bring, though the request was unexpected enough that it somehow stuck, despite not quite processing stuff at the moment.

He doesn't know how much to bring. The guy's big, right? He probably eats a lot. Dylan's gonna bring a whole bunch. He brings some soda as well, just a coke for each of them, even though he has no idea what the roommate would prefer.

He pauses awkwardly for a moment outside the door, then nudges it open with his foot and then his elbow, since his hands are full.

"Room service," he announces, now in an effort to be a bit more confident and chill.

[serialskiller]

"Come on in." It glances over its shoulder, offering the ghost of a smile. "And, uh. Thank you. I'm not used to...any kind of service at all, honestly."

[lenivy]

Oh good, he seems more friendly now! Dylan relaxes a little bit, feeling less like he's on trial or something. That makes the 'confident and chill' persona a bit easier to keep up.

"Sure, no problem," he answers, going to set the stuff next to him. He keeps the one coke in his hands, standing there only a little bit awkwardly. "I don't usually do it, I just figured people might need a little extra looking after right now."

[serialskiller]

"Yeah. You should check in on those who died, especially. I think Caitlyn Kiramman did, cabin 141."

It glances up at Dylan.

"Have you yourself eaten yet?"

[lenivy]

Dylan takes a moment to mentally note that name and cabin number. He'll drop by. Though if someone recently died, he can't blame them if they don't feel like answering the door.

The question surprises him a little. "Oh, uh, not in a little while," he answers. He's not like starving or anything, but. He'd sort of planned to eat with Jinx.

[serialskiller]

"Do you want some nuggets?" It holds up a stegosaur-shaped one with a bit of a smile on its lips.

See, Dylan seems like he might be alright. Weird, in over his head with Jinx probably. But alright.