September - [OPEN]

[theweakhavepurpose]

Who: Deputy Pratt and YOU!
What: Hanging out in places that aren't just the arcade, getting a shitty regain, trying to figure out old people sports.
When: Beginning of September
Where: Sports deck, pool, around the ship
Warnings: Shockingly none! Potential for cult talk in the Pool thread but probably nothing too bad. Also, he's not wearing the jacket, everyone be proud of him.
Note: I'll match style so feel free to come at me with prose.

1. Sports Deck
[Pratt spends 95% of his time either in the buffet snarfing down mashed potatoes, or in the arcade. But he has all the high scores on the games he likes, and he should probably do something other than those two things for the rest of eternity.

The entirety of his experience with sports is watching it on TV. He didn't play on any teams in high school, not that his tiny high school of about sixty people even had sports teams, so he's sort of at a loss with most of the things here.

Currently he's standing by the shuffleboard area, holding one of the sticks, trying to figure out what he's supposed to do.]

Any idea how this works? Are the numbers points?

[The weighted disc is sitting at his feet and he occasionally pokes it with the stick to send it meandering around just to be doing something. Judging from the disc sized holes in the far wall he may have given it a much heavier whack to begin with than necessary. Look he's twenty-six and his first assumption was to hit it as hard as possible.]

2. Pool Deck
[The last few things he'd gotten from the Sundries shop hadn't been too bad. The nightlite thing was probably supposed to be insulting or something but he was fucking keeping it. So instead of fretting away in his room he actually goes to grab this one. The hallucination of Jacob had been silent for a few days, which was usually a bad sign but...

As soon as he picks it up, he knows what it is immediately, he doesn't even need to open it. The weight, the little clinking sound it makes... He freezes, hand closing around the package and darting out of there. But the longer he carries it, the less scared he gets. The feeling of anxiety being replaced with annoyance and anger. Because fuck this!

Instead of going to hide in his room he goes to sit by the pool, grabbing a huge cherry shaved ice to go sit in a lounger, sipping from that in between tossing the unopened package from hand to hand, listening to the metal chain noise from inside.]

Do me a solid and tell me to just open this shit.

[Go ahead and open it.]

Not you! [Glaring at something to his right and then taking a deep breath.] Sorry. Yeah. Tell me to get it over with, I know what it is.

3. Wildcard
[Come find him! He can be found literally anywhere except the library because this nerd doesn't read. He also still has cigarettes from his last regain if anyone wants to try and bum one off him.]

Comments

[theweakhavepurpose]

"I'm trying to get into things where I'm not actually.. touching anyone else? Or where I could accidentally go too far and hurt them. It uhm.." He trails off, running his hands through his hair while he figures out how to say this.

"It doesn't take much for me to go from a friendly game to a real fight, you know? So trying to ease into it. Hence the shuffleboard."

[killed]

"I see... Yes, I can see what you mean. It's easy to find yourself on the defense in those times, and it's wonderful that you want to break free of that." Those words are genuine, but non-judgmental. He's a doctor, but he also worked in psychiatry. It's often that aggressive children grow up to be aggressive adults. "It sounds as though you've wound up in fights with others a fair bit... It must have made things difficult back home."

Would it be more or less difficult here? It's difficult to say. They're trapped in close quarters, but the Captain can act as a lightning rod for all ill feelings, and there's enough oddities here to make it easier to find people who can handle such behavior.

[theweakhavepurpose]

"I'm a Deputy, I'm trained to get in fights. But it's way worse now than it used to be. A bunch of shit happened in the year leading up to me dying and being brought here and uh.. I already kinda flipped out on a few people." Which is true, but a mild way to put that he straight up tried to gut someone for basically no reason.

"So I'm taking it slow. Easy. I got this."

[killed]

"I see... It's difficult when you've been under duress, so I can see why you'd struggle. You're right, though, so long as you give yourself space and have others who can support you, you'll be fine." There are those aorund here who are more patience than others, but it's too small of a group for him not to be able to run into the ones who can help him along. Hiyori is like that, a person who is patient and generally at ease around others, and one who doesn't press overmuch... Really, anything that led up to dying is enough to leave one with a temper.

"I've been fortunate since I hit adulthood, but when I was a youth I would get into fights with my classmates easily... I caused quite a bit of trouble for the people around me then."

[theweakhavepurpose]

"Yeah it's weird going from every moment being a struggle and constantly on edge and expecting a fight and suddenly that's gone. I get why soldiers come back from war and are totally fucked up and don't know how to act in society anymore. I don't fucking know either. Shit messes you up."

He manages a half-smile though, "It's been good here cuz it's not like home where everyone is fighting for their life and too busy with their own shit. People here are weirdly... super nice?"

He's including Hiyori in that.

[killed]

"There are some things that you never recover from," Hiyori agrees in a soft voice. There are those who trapped in such a Hell for years, and there are those who lose their entire life in less than a minute. Both are a tragedy, "But it gets easier... They really are kind, aren't they? The circumstances are unfortunate, but how different people are if only you take away the need for conflict and strife."

There's no paradise for anyone here, or at least none that he knows of. Even those from a mundane Earth are constantly being ground down by the grind of daily life. It's a unique opportunity to be provided with basic needs and to have the freedom to improve.

"Is there anyone here that you're fond of?"

[theweakhavepurpose]

"We're still in the good phase, where people are banding together against a common enemy, but, It's probably gonna fracture eventually. So I'm trying to enjoy it while I can. And not be so negative." Pausing. "You know like how I just was two seconds ago."

He gives a half grin at that. At least he's catching himself now before he goes into a spiral of spreading depression everywhere he goes.

"Totally. Clara is awesome. Steven and Marc are .. weird but cool to hang out with. Of course Sharky. Lots of people here are fun. How about you?"