★ SEP. (CATCH ALL); they say i'm dangerous 'cuz i break all the cages.

[opheliac]

Who: jinx & YOU
When: all of september
Where: all throughout the boat
What: things that will happen with her during this month. some will be open & some will be private. all jinx's top-levels, her phone texting, and her one-on-one will permanently go here for the month.
Warnings: jinx suffers from mental illness. such as the following - schizophrenia, hallucinations, PTSD, & separation anxiety. these may or may not happen in this log.

WEEK 1 (09/01 - 09/03)
█ JINX ➜ 09.01 ➜ TOP-LEVEL

WEEK 2 (09/04 - 09/10)
N/A

WEEK 3 (09/11 - 09/17)
N/A

WEEK 4 (09/18 - 09/24)
█ JINX ➜ 09.18 ➜ TOP-LEVEL (backdated.)

WEEK 5 (09/25 - 09/30)
N/A

code credit to: thisismanx

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09.01 ➜ top-level ➜ throughout the day

[opheliac]

i. HURIKANE. — ❝you can hunt me like a sport now.❞

Seek me out, hear me out.
"Come get it", don't you simmer down, right now
Want you acting like you're in the wild,
Old style give me no doubts.

(after grinding and pulling a few all nighters, jinx finally completed her two projects. she really could had chose any other location but hurikane had always been her "spot" besides the theater. and besides, hurikane has so many bottles just lining up in a row so it's practically begging to use as practice.

sitting at one of the tables, there are two pistols resting along the surface with a few bullets lying there too all nonchalantly. and as she clicks her tongue, she picks up izzy's gun first and sharply aims it at one of the alcoholic bottles ahead of her. a head a tilt with one eye shut, a shot rings out -- dead bulleye at the target bottle with glass shards exploding in various directions.)

(her gaze is back at the gun in hand, humming to herself in thought. the trigger didn't stick which is pretty good! she was half expecting it to since the material she used to make these are different. jinx twirls his gun with her index as she peers over to stede's gun; which she had some concerns about when making it. switching pistols, she plays a very light toss of catch with stede's weapon before another sharp posture -- arm straight out as she fires at another unfortunate bottle. thankfully, it's just as good as izzy's so all of her concerns and worries are out the window!)

(mission one and three complete -- now all that is left to present these guns to them. buuuuut... there's no harm in keep toying wit them just a little longer right?)

ii. LIBRARY. — ❝darling i’ve been tempted by the darkness.❞

I hold on to every promise
I been waiting for a light
I hold on to every comet
Won’t surrender - not tonight

(the library is a place that jinx hardly visits but she enters in simply because the fact she is bored and why not pass the time with reading something? after all, she is a little curious just what kind of stories this place have on their shelves.

with her arms folded over her chest, she casually walks down section by section -- eyes reading along the title and wait for something to jump up at her.)

... Hey. Whaddya recommend?

(maybe you just wandered in or you've been here this whole time, either way, she is going to ask for your input without even looking to see who you are.)

iii. PLAYBACK. — ❝no lunchbox friends.❞

the hassle, the fighting,
they all want a bite of me.
photos, more photos & gossip,
'bout hoes that they don't know.
oh, they talk shit though.

(it's a little weird being in the playback and sit in the teen lounge area with no chrissy. they've been meeting up here every so often to talk about whatever is going on in their days or getting to know one another better. so here is jinx as scheduled but now looking at the empty chair across from her. she leans forward while propping her elbow on the table -- cheek resting on her palm and swaying her foot back and forth underneath the table.

maybe she should play a mindless game or who knows? maybe someone will just walk in and sit across from her. a shift in her seat as she pulls out a marker from her pants pocket. and taking the cap off with her teeth, she hunches over and begins to doodle on table.)

vi. WILDCARD— ❝let me know what you want. your dare desires in your thoughts.❞

Run, run, run
I'm waiting.
Come, come, come
take it

(do something else with me! and ya'll know where to reach me and all that noise. by the way, i have to go in for work today (2p-11p EST) so i'll reply back.......lat...er....)

you can hunt me like a sport now.

[businessorlibation]

[Johnny just received several boxes of bullets for his revolver as a regain, so when he sees Jinx making a mess at the bar he had intended to man himself, he slips away to his room to grab the gun and a single box.]

I had to borrow your gun last time you set up a shooting gallery, but this time I have my own. Mind company?

[opheliac]

(sadly for johnny or maybe not, she notices the gun before the owner. it's something jinx can't help when she is the type to be gun-crazy. either way, she grins big in excitement.)

Ooooo hey hey! — Sure! You know when it comes to shootin', I never mind.

[businessorlibation]

Good. I think I need this, after everything.

[Both the practice to improve his aim, and the release. Perhaps she can give him some pointers, he's stiff-arming in a way that makes the recoil worse.]

no lunchbox friends

[twelfthsong]

[Does the Doctor look like an angry, 50-something year old man that is actually well past his teens years? Yes. Will that stop him from going into Playback to see what kinds of games there are despite it being a teen club? No. Absolutely not.

It's about what he expects, except it's a lot emptier than he had thought except for the lone figure sitting at a table. Without much of an invitation he sits himself down across from her.]

Is that what teens do in a teen club? Graffiti?

[opheliac]

(as she looks up, there's a quirk of an eyebrow over the stranger. definitely someone she hadn't seen around before. a new crewmate? jinx use to be so on top of these things but she had been distracted lately.

Still she flashes him a lazy yet impish smirk -- twirling the marker between her two fingers. )

No, it's just a Jinx thing. Wanna give it a go?

[twelfthsong]

[He reaches out for the marker, a similar look of mischievous amusement in his eyes.]

You can tell me how well I'm doing at being a Jinx then. Prompt?

II

[makemeasong]

[ Clara has a stack of five books in her arms already as she wanders, but when she's asked a question, the teacher in her springs into action. ]

Depends on what sort of books you like. Any type of genre jump out at you as a favorite?

[ This is a conversation she can totally get into and she definitely looks eager to talk. ]

[opheliac]

(oh, it's another crewmate she hadn't seen before. and by the looks of her carrying so many books, this girl is definitely a bookworm.)

I didn't get the chance to read a lotta books back where I'm from. They were usually told to me. Some dealt with monsters or scary stuff. But the bigger kids always came up with stories like that. So I guess that? But... some nice ones would be okay, too.

[makemeasong]

[ Clara squints at her with one eye, then puts down her own books. ]

Alright, some scary, but willing to branch out. I can work with this. [ She starts moving along the aisles and scanning titles, already a few in mind. ]

I'm Clara, and you totally just made my afternoon. I love finding books for people.

ii.

[nyktifanis]

( her fingers brush against the spines of the books in her search for a certain author, but she has yet to stumble upon his name. it could be that the first written text by him wouldn't be aboard this ship; she to this conclusion from the lack of derveni papyrus. she sits down on her knees now, passing book after book until an unfamiliar voice rings in her ear.

that's always a good thing, she tends to enjoy good company when they come across. her first assessment though is to gauge whether she's human or not, even if there's magical energy coming from her. )

Ichneutae by Sophocles, I'm unsure if you heard of his tales, but I found it to be an interesting take.

( though there's so many lines left for mankind to witness, but the experience is nice to have. )

[opheliac]

Yeah, never heard of 'em.

(with her arms folded over her chest, jinx shifts her weight from one foot to the other -- eyebrow quirking.)

So what's it about?

(and she hopes whoever this stranger is (man, she's running into a lot of new people lately!!) won't give her too much of a run-down of the story. otherwise, instant boredom.)

[nyktifanis]

( her fingers stop on one book, reading the cover before pushing it back where she had gotten it. that's not the one she wants. )

It's about the ancient Greek God Hermes, so that name should give you an idea of what type of story it is.

( some would think fantasy, but hermes was known as a thief, also "the divine trickster", and so a bit of troublemaking is never bad for a story, right? it gives off the impression of a long-winded adventure, but one with twists and turns. )

The perspective would be from the Satyrs that are tracking him down, as Ichneutae also means "searching", "tracking". Are you interested in those types of stories?

( don't worry, she won't spoil the important bits. )

i

[killed]

[ That's quite the commotion now! Fortunately Hiyori is no stranger to such things, or at least less of one than he would like, and so it only takes a brief assessment to confirm that he's not going to have his head immediately blown off before he approaches.

He won't pull out a gun of his own to match, but rather he'll lift his arm straight, his index finger pointed forward in the direction of one of the bottles and his thumb straight up. ]

Bang! ☆

[ He draws his hand back as he says that, letting his fingers relax against his palm. ]

[opheliac]

(oh hey! it's leaves! she hadn't seen him since the day she asked him about what to name her shark. which by the way, she chose shredder. so thank you for that. either way, she will grin wildly and giggle at his "shot".)

Whooa, that was a bullseye...!

(although it was imaginary, jinx has a very active and wild one so to her, he definitely made the shot perfectly clean.)

[killed]

[ She has named her shark well, I'm so glad. He grins, delighted at how willing she is to play along. He can use a normal gun just time, but it's more fun to play pretend here. ]

I'm an expert marksman, I can put a shot right through the heart! ☆

[ There's a small laugh and a wave of the hand to signify that he's being deliberately campy. ]

I wouldn't have thought to use a bar as an impromptu shooting range. It's truly a stroke of genius, and I must say I admire your marksmanship.

(frozen comment)

[opheliac]

( EMPTY SPACE BE EMPTY FOR SPACING. )

09.16 ➜ top-level ➜ 9:00p-ish

[opheliac]

on the beach still...passed out drunk. — ❝pass the courvoisier.❞

Sippin' on gin & juice
Laid back
With my mind on my money
& my money on my mind

(such a fun in the sun excursion today was! filled with animals, water, everyone wearing a smile and laughter. and what a fun game of "never have i ever" as well! such a great way to learn about your fellow crewmates and maybe discover dirty little secrets you didn't know about! so exciting! but it appears that fun is coming to an end. there's only one hour left of this free time beach episode before it's boat time again.

maybe you want to take one more look around on the beach, dip in the water, or take in the wildlife before waving farewell to it all. well, whatever you are doing, there's a familiar girl lying there on that beach. the closer you get, the more you realize this said girl is passed out with a glass still in hand. the alcohol became one with the sand already and a bird is perching next to her -- pecking away at her braid. what do you do?)

( A. SLAP HER and say "it's me connor! i'm an android sent by cyberlife". nudge her to try and wake her up. there's only an hour left until everyone needs to be back on the ship or friday grabs them away again. she should probably be alert for that.

B. shake her awake but maybe sit and have a conversation with her for a little bit. surely having a deep meaningful talk will happen with this very coherent individual.

C. attempt to pick her up or carry her off the ground at least. maybe find a better resting place for her underneath a tree? throw her in the water so she'll wake up or drown?

D. decide to be come her primary babysitter. this includes and not limited to: staying with her until it's time to go, pat her back or hold her hair if she needs to vomit, make sure she stays hydrated for the remainder of the night, let her nuzzle you, say stupid shit at you that you won't take to heart, and make sure she gets to bed.

E. or do whatever choice you want to do. like killing her. she's probably a very easy target. but you get the idea, E option is a wildcard option. )

a but probably also d

[killed]

[ In all of his life, Hiyori has never gotten beyond the point of tipsy, and now is no different. He's not capable of getting drunk, but even if he were the small and few polite sips he took would do nothing for him. He is, however, well versed in the art of aiding the sloshed and hungover.

His approach is enough to catch the attention of the bird, as skittish as they tend to be, and it takes little more than a wave of his hand for it to disappear. He looks over her once to confirm that there's no immediate threat to her health before gingerly placing a hand on her shoulder and shaking. ]

... Miss Jinx, it's almost time to go back.

[opheliac]

Lemme lay here a lil' more...

(but despite saying so, she sits up and instantly gets a dizzy spell. a
hand cups over her face in a small groan before peering over to the speaker.)

Oh...Leaves? How did you get here?

(... the same way she got here but she is not thinking.)

[wimdy]

[ oh, girl…

how about he… sits down cross-legged next to her and just. stays there for a while? simply looking and watching over her quietly, then reaching to gently pat her atop her hair, alongside the bird.

also there’s something different about him but it miiight be odd to tell, he seems almost about the same. anyway he sure drank a lot too but he’s totally used to it. ]

Jinx…

So, it seems you still can get drunk after all.

[opheliac]

(the sound of a voice makes her groan as she moves her head with eyes fluttering, she spots a familiar face. if there's something different about him, jinx is far too gone to know any bit of difference.)

Mmmm... Hi Barba..Ven. Yeah. So can.

(hopefully he is able to make out what she is saying with all the slurring. jinx gives him a smile before closing her eyes; simply enjoying her mind being crazy high in fog.)

[twelfthsong]

[The Doctor is trudging back towards the pick up point to head back to the cruise having had his fill of Never Have I Ever. It probably wasn’t the first time he had played it in his long life, but if he had, he remembered why he didn’t play it aside from the not being able to get drunk part which wasn’t even appealing to him in the first place. The game simply wasn’t his idea of fun, but it did provide a nice place to people watch.

His gaze is still fixed on the shoddy stars in the sky so he really isn’t watching where he’s going when he accidentally steps on Jinx. A surprised noise leaves his mouth in tandem with the bird squawking in surprise as it flies off. For a split second he thinks it’s a dead body - but then he sees the minute rise and fall of the chest and familiar blue hair.

Letting out a sigh he crouches down, contemplating what to do. Finally he settles on poking her to test the waters so to speak.]

Doodles. The beach isn’t a bed. There might be sand fleas and those are annoying bugs if you know what I mean.

[opheliac]

I'll be friends with 'em. ( she grumbles this after being poked and groaning.) I had a lotta rat friends back in my realm. Gotta... Gotta feed 'em or else they bite your mattresses.

(jinx stirs as she switches position to lie on her side.)

I think my body's pffbbbbtt.

(frozen comment)

[opheliac]

( EMPTY SPACE BE EMPTY FOR SPACING. )