be_seeing_you: (brooding)
be_seeing_you ([personal profile] be_seeing_you) wrote in [community profile] come_sailaway2022-09-18 02:11 pm

Die Another Day [Post-Death Open Post + some closed]

Who: Number 6 & YOU
What: Waking up from death after a sliiiight miscalculation
Where: Cabin 113 + Other places around the ship, just going about his day like nothing happened
When: The day after the beach party
Warnings: discussion and depictions of death, trauma, grief



That was unpleasant.

Pain is the last thing he remembers. Pain, and the distant sounds of screams. One of the voices may have been his. The black abyss they'd tipped into was akin to being swallowed whole in a nightmare. Fittingly, when you die in a nightmare you wake up. So too, does Number 6 awaken again at exactly 6:00 am the next morning, safe in bed. But not safe from the memory of the black and the way it scraped at his mind like a dull cheese grater.

He lies there a moment reorienting himself. Above him, the sight of his familiar cabin roof is both sickening and a comfort. He's alive. He's... unharmed? Why does that fact make him furious? He'd hoped, foolishly, that if he did meet death out there on the water it would be the kind that lasts. It would free him from the fate of being tied forever to the Eterna. No such luck. But if he's here then... Arthur! And young Steve! They must be just waking up as well.

There's no time to wallow in his failure. If he must continue to live here, then he may as well get on with it. He should go see how his fellows are doing. He thought he saw a group of people lingering on the beach after the last call went out. Were they planning their own escape, or was there something else going on? The only way to find out is to get out of here and go see for himself.

Number 6 can be found all around the ship, going about his day like he didn't just fall off the edge of the map like a chump. And, no, he really doesn't want to talk about it, thanks very much. (So definitely bring it up to him, wink.) He kicks off this brand new day with his usual routine of training on the sport's deck. Does he seem like he's hitting that punching bag just a little harder than is necessary?

After training and then a long shower, he'll go down to Sand Dollars to order himself a coffee (yes, you heard that right) and a cake. Today, apparently, he's making an exception about his no sugar rule. He'll stay there for an hour, reading a book with an aura radiating off him that threatens violence to anyone that approaches. (But when has anyone let that stop them?)

Full of caffeine and sugar, he'll spend the next part of the day pacing the decks and the promenade, feeling the need to just move and keep moving. During that time, he will realize with dismay that he knows neither Arthur nor Steve's cabin numbers, so he will either have to ask someone else or wait to find them on his own. Mostly, he's choosing the latter.

He finished the book Clara gave him this morning over his coffee, so once the pacing gets too tiring, he tries popping back into the library to find something else. All he ends up doing is staring at the titles without hardly reading them. He's not really in the mood.

Eventually, he will drag himself to the Windjammer for an evening meal. And sit alone. As one does when trying to avoid talking to anyone about their first death experience. He's got himself an entire plate of bangers and mash but he's mostly just pushing it around his plate. He just keeps seeing the black. Over and over. How is he going to sleep tonight? He supposes he will cross that bridge when he comes to it. Which won't be until well after midnight this time. He's got some more pacing on the deck to do first.

But he's fine. Really. He's fine. There's no need for anyone to talk to him about this. Ever.
broshaw: (13. you make me feel mighty real)

[personal profile] broshaw 2022-10-07 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, being a spy is sick as shit! But he's met some pretty fuckin' whacky-ass people around here, so it doesn't exactly hit the same as it would've when he first arrived.

"Dude, that is so badass. So that's what you were doing before you showed up here? Trading spy secrets in newspapers and... I dunno, other James Bond shit?"
broshaw: (21. love sensation)

[personal profile] broshaw 2022-10-08 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Ooooh, he definitely touched a nerve. Sharky tries not to grin but it's kind of cute, okay!!! Look him gettin' all riled up about Pierce Brosnan.

"Hahaa, fuuuck, dude. So you're tellin' me that spying isn't all martinis and tail???" He's definitely teasing when he asks too-innocently, "There aren't poison darts and explosions everywhere??"
broshaw: (08. let it whip)

[personal profile] broshaw 2022-10-10 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Y'know, I read somewhere," online, "That like, James Bond orders his martinis like that because it melts the ice. So he wasn't drinkin' as much alcohol, I guess?" He shrugs because, "Obviously that's fuckin' bullshit, they just thought the line sounded cool. Shaken, not stirred." Full on attempt at Pierce Brosnan there. It's... not great. "Like, IDK, you tell me man, pretty sure drinkin' and like, high-stakes espionage aren't compatible."

He knows drinking isn't compatible with anything high-stakes... other than like, poker.
broshaw: (13. you make me feel mighty real)

[personal profile] broshaw 2022-10-13 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
Sharky is absolutely down to trash-talk fictional secret agents who could never show up here to defend themselves, but it isn't his mood he's trying to bolster, right??

"Yeah, who needs that dude! C'mon, man, we gotta get you outta your head for liiiike, at least half an hour. You wanna hit up the arcade with me? I'll make an ass of myself in front of whatever teenagers are there to take the heat off you."

As if he could ever be embarrassed by anything he does!
broshaw: (13. you make me feel mighty real)

YES!!!

[personal profile] broshaw 2022-10-20 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Sharky drains the rest of his drink and drops the glass on top of a nearby trashcan without further ado. "Hell yeah, man! Let's make the magic happen!"

He's definitely going to make an ass of himself on the DDR machine, regardless of whether teenagers are around or not.