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My fuck rations are depleted [October catch-all]

Who: Natsuno and you
What: Monthly catch-all
When: October
Where: All around
Warnings: Discussion of murder, violence and suicide, will add as needed

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[Natsuno glances at the man. The cat eyes are noted, but shrugged off for the most part. Another passenger with strange attributes is nothing new - Natsuno's own eyes occasionally flash red in the dark.]

I'm not going to drink it.

[The only cocktail he thinks about is Molotov.]

[ Giles frowns, tilts his head to one side as he watches Natsuno ]

Then what are you going to do with it?

There's better disinfectants in the infirmary, you know, if that's what you're planning

Nope.

[A single syllable, yet loaded with teen sass and the existential disaffection of immortals. Natsuno would usually leave it and that and go back to his business, but he's frayed and angry and needs to take it out somehow.]

I'm going to keep it, and if I ever need to, I'll stick a cloth inside and set it on fire.

[His tone and expression are flat, but it's almost like he's challenging Giles to tell him off.]

Oh, a molotov, my second favourite cocktail.

[ He grins, and finishes off his drink before rising to pour another ]

By all means, keep going then. Hopefully you'll find something fun to throw them at soon

[Natsuno scowls.]

It's not meant to be fun.

[Giles' remark isn't just tasteless, it stings. It reminds him of Jinx and her love for explosives, of how he used one of her bombs in a stupid attempt to settle an old score.]

Isn't it?

[ He stops making his drink, frowns for a moment, huffs a little, and then carries on. ]

No, no I suppose it's not.

I hope you won't have need of it then, but it's certainly always good to be prepared. There's no telling what might happen next in a place like this.

Edited 2022-10-04 12:30 (UTC)

...yeah.

[He stares glumly at another label before setting that bottle aside. After more than six months on the ship, the ghost servants were almost taken for a granted. A cautionary tale of what will happen should they fail to figure a way out of here, but otherwise a part of the background, shades with no will other than the captain's directive. Of all the disasters Natsuno imagined, a ghost strike was not one of them.

Doom-prepping is one of him coping mechanisms since the moment he first woke up in cabin 109, but he isn't sure how much it will help with whatever supernatural horror is afoot.]

I wonder if the captain will let us bring alcohol to the next excursion. Last time you couldn't get it past the metal detector.

[ Giles finally finishes mixing his drink. There's... A lot of rum in it. And returns to his seat at the end of the bar. ]

We can only hope. The island had rum, so perhaps the Captain's softening a bit, letting us have a bit more fun on excursions.

[ He stops for a moment, idly stirring his drink as he considers his next words ]

I must say... You seem a very responsible young man. Far more so than I was at your age.

[Have fun, right. That lovely day on the island was merely a side-effect of the captain's little secret expedition. Natsuno still gets angry just thinking about it, even angrier as it taints the genuinely lovely moments of that day.

Giles' observation is met with a shrug.]

Where you stuck on an interdimensional prison ship captained by a psychopath when you were my age?

Ah no, I certainly wasn't.

My first interdimensional prison came later. [ He grins, and only manages to cover it a little by taking a sip of his drink ] It didn't make me responsible in the slightest though.

[That statement gets Natsuno's attention and he quirks an eyebrow.]

What, you were thrown from one interdimensional prison to another? Talk about unlucky. [Not that he sounds particularly sympathetic.] So what was it the first time? Don't tell me it was another cruise ship.

Not quite thrown from one to the other, I had about two years of freedom in-between.

For all the good that did me.

[ Giles laughs bitterly, and stirs his drink. Watches the combination of ice and alcohol swirl and clink against the glass with far away eyes ]

The first was... Well it certainly wasn't a cruise ship. It was a static place, a mockery of a- [ he stops, frowns, starts again ] of a great house. With lords and ladies above stairs and servants below. And woebetide any who dared step out of their place.

[He hums thoughtfully.]

Like this place is a mockery of a pleasure cruise.

[And summer camp, and a 50s diner and whatever Earth media the captain tries to recreate this time.]

Stay too long, and you become a "servant" yourself. [Pause.] Except this place is no longer static, I guess.

[What's with the ghost strike and all.]

Exactly. Stay too long and you become part of the furniture. A servant, or a prop, or a ghost in the machine.

[ He makes a face somewhere between a grimace and a twisted smile, draining his drink in one large gulp before continuing ]

But things are starting to change around here, and it's largely for the best I think.

[He raises an eyebrow.]

You think the fact that maintenance stopped and Friday's MIA is for the best?

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