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come_sailaway2022-04-12 11:29 pm
loststorm) wrote in come_sailaway2022-04-12 11:29 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- arcane: jinx,
- arknights: mizuki,
- generator rex: césar salazar,
- interview with the vampire: claudia,
- mcu: bucky barnes,
- murderbot diaries: murderbot,
- one piece: sanji,
- prodigal son: malcolm bright,
- sherlock holmes: john watson,
- sleepless domain: undine wells,
- supernatural: dean winchester,
- tales of the abyss: jade curtiss,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the locked tomb: palamedes sextus
APRIL EVENT PART 2: GUABANCEX
[it's around midnight, at the very start of the 13th, that the first wave rocks the ship.
winds howl against the windows, pushing the integrity of the glass. near-constant lightning lights up the sky like day, even with the punishing fall of rain, coming down in sheets of unnaturally icy water. it's not the only thing falling from the sky, though: shapes that anyone who has seen them can recognize as pretty much every piece of furniture on decks six and seven, tossed into the sea by the wrath of the storm. apparently. kinda. it's complicated.
should, for some reason, a person's first instinct during crisis be to check in on what Friday is up to, she is not at her usual spot at guest services at all. she is, in fact, on the sports deck, where she has been since she first scented the sharp ozone of Jenny's always inevitable shedding of her mortal form. she's clutching to a railing as a particularly strong (and almost targeted) gust of wind nearly throws her off the deck. she's shouting, probably, but it can't be heard over the storm.
Jenny is about still recognizable as herself, though being about 15 feet taller than normal is a little off-putting at first. expansive waves of her hands bring lightning from the sky and water from the ocean, both of which she uses to bombard the door to the bridge, which, as per usual, stays stubbornly closed. at least she only really seems mad at--]
Release them, liar! Cheat! I'll bring this whole realm down with me! I should have killed us all years ago!
[haha no this is very much a "you" problem. so. should probably. get. on that.]
winds howl against the windows, pushing the integrity of the glass. near-constant lightning lights up the sky like day, even with the punishing fall of rain, coming down in sheets of unnaturally icy water. it's not the only thing falling from the sky, though: shapes that anyone who has seen them can recognize as pretty much every piece of furniture on decks six and seven, tossed into the sea by the wrath of the storm. apparently. kinda. it's complicated.
should, for some reason, a person's first instinct during crisis be to check in on what Friday is up to, she is not at her usual spot at guest services at all. she is, in fact, on the sports deck, where she has been since she first scented the sharp ozone of Jenny's always inevitable shedding of her mortal form. she's clutching to a railing as a particularly strong (and almost targeted) gust of wind nearly throws her off the deck. she's shouting, probably, but it can't be heard over the storm.
Jenny is about still recognizable as herself, though being about 15 feet taller than normal is a little off-putting at first. expansive waves of her hands bring lightning from the sky and water from the ocean, both of which she uses to bombard the door to the bridge, which, as per usual, stays stubbornly closed. at least she only really seems mad at--]
Release them, liar! Cheat! I'll bring this whole realm down with me! I should have killed us all years ago!
[haha no this is very much a "you" problem. so. should probably. get. on that.]