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come_sailaway2022-09-01 02:33 pm
theweakhavepurpose) wrote in come_sailaway2022-09-01 02:33 pm
September - [OPEN]
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.]
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.]
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