APRIL EVENT PART 2: GUABANCEX

[loststorm]

[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.]

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[neverleave]

[Natsuno actually glares at that Look, like they're arguing about roommate etiquette and not, y'know, trying to not die. He isn't used to this kind of concern from adults, especially not after he just revealed himself as an inhuman, self-healing freak.

Still, he leans on Jade with his good arm without another word. Looks like the best way to get it over with is to do as he's told...! And this time, he truly won't argue or cause trouble until they make it to the theatre.]

[fonomena]

[Inhuman--perhaps. Freakish in the self-healing--well, just a bit. Perhaps in just about any other sort of circumstance, these sorts of things would be giving Jade a bit more pause. Some scenario where they aren't dodging death by furniture at every turn, or...some scenario where this were a complete stranger instead--an unknown entity would certainly garner at least some wariness, by comparison. But...

Hm, that's the odd sort of catch, isn't it? They're certainly not friends, exactly. Barely even agreeable roommates, honestly. Yet all the same, perhaps by the simple virtue of the fact that they've had to tolerate each other's existence for at least a few hours a day every day for the last month or so...Jade does know Natsuno as some form of acquaintance by now, at the absolute least. And it's not as if there's any particular hatred here. Brattiness yes, rudeness nigh-constantly (if not equally dished on both sides), a perpetual seemingly unnecessary sort of caginess around certain oddities in habits that are just now finally starting to make a bit of sense. Perhaps in another time--before the lowering of the Outer Lands, back home--Jade would have been more than happy to leave Natsuno to his own risky devices after the first attempt at breaking away. But now...

Well, Natsuno is still his roommate, after all. ...And he's a teen, besides. About the same age in some ways as...

Hm. Anyway.

Glare is matched for deadpan glare in turn--and it's a vague sort of relief, really, when Natsuno does eventually lean on his arm without much in the way of further protest. (He would have actually gone through with carrying Natsuno once more, if he tried being particularly stubborn about all this, but you know. Considering the terrain...and also his back.....yeah--) A begrudging compromise finally achieved, the journey down the rest of the stairs is a slow and staggering but successful one. Though they probably very nearly mutually wipe out on the floor yet again a couple more times--or perhaps even do, here and there, making for a great head-start on new bruises for Jade and Natsuno both--in the combined time it takes to emerge from the stairs and close the struggle of distance to the theater. At least there's a great deal less furniture to contend with on deck four, though, and...

Eventually--finally--they're pushing through the doors already half-swinging loose, and they're there, and sure enough the theater in itself is still decently intact through the perpetual gloom it already maintains by design. Just as Jade had guessed, the bolted-down chairs don't yet budge even as the floor continues swaying to and fro; by the end of it all Jade's all but pushing Natsuno into one of them, before standing back with a weary sigh. Ah...he's really almost about as covered in blood as Natsuno is, by this point, but oh well. It's not his, and the downpour outside's probably going to end up washing off most of it before the night is out anyway, and--]

Right. As hoped--seems things are more stable here. ...You are going to stay in here, yes? I don't know--how long the duration of your healing might be... [A slight and rather harried sort of pause, as Jade's glance falls to the spot where that stomach wound had been in particular; multiple questions still want to form somewhere in the back of his throat, a number steadily growing from the moment he'd yanked that sign piece out earlier. But, no, still...] Regardless, you should take this time to recover, and either way--this is most likely the safest place you could be on this ship currently. Although, you'll want to keep an awareness for any signs we might start sinking...I will try to message you to warn as much, if I can. But if you find the floor listing to one side and not righting itself, I would recommend seeking out higher ground regardless of lightning at that point.

[Another pause. Jade draws in a breath, very clearly still wanting to say rather many more things, but he also seems to be visibly stopping himself too; ultimately, he's only letting one question out after all, terse and a bit...wary. Still sort of expecting some form of argument, really.]

...Is that clear?

[neverleave]

[Now that he's in a relatively safe shelter, Natsuno pretty much collapses into the chair, allowing himself to slouch miserably. He should rest as much as he can - if he makes it out alive, he's going to be hungry and may have to finally use that, uh, special coffee machine in the buffet.

He stares up at Jade, his face a stony mask. There will be questions later, but for now - ]

Crystal. [A pause, and he adds, sincerely:] Thank you.

[Maybe there will be crosses and stakes later, he thinks. But right now Natsuno appreciates the concern, as unnecessary as it feels.]

[fonomena]

[You know...one would think this would be a perfect opportunity for some form of briefly obnoxious preening--something of a return to form, maybe, at least so far as Jade's established himself as Natsuno's nosy and annoying roommate up to this point.

But instead Jade's expression seems to pinch a bit, as something very nearly...uncomfortable? Discomfited? Flickers across his features for just a moment. Because truthfully...the actual clear sincerity here may be catching him a bit off-guard.

(......It's a funny thing, really. People don't thank him much, in general, and that's a trend for a reason. But.)]

...That's-- [Well, the moment's there and gone; Jade's expression closes just as quickly, to something rather more neutral, in the same sort of way he's stopping that start of a sentence short. But he does shake his head a bit. --Honestly. Natsuno will not be half so inclined to thank him in a few hours, probably, should they all happen to make it through this alive, and should a lull in the chaos finally settle...] We need to talk, later. Assuming, of course, that we're not sitting at the bottom of the sea by that time...

At any rate, I'm heading out to the deck. [And head out he does, leaving Natsuno to the theater.]