[OPEN] October Cruisin'

[sixthdeadliest]

Who: Six, OPEN
What: October catch-all
Where: All over the ship
When: All of October
Warnings: Six is a former mercenary assassin who only recently quit the business from his own perspective thanks to losing six years of his memory. He's also never had a vacation before and has quickly decided that they're overrated.


Testing Damages

Six checked the marks he'd deliberately made in the corridor outside his cabin, frowning as he saw they were still there. One thing this cruise from Hell was consistent about was fixing itself.

Not anymore it seemed.

That was...troubling. If the Captain could maintain even small damages like this, did that mean his powers were growing stronger? Or was it somehow the opposite?

He drew a shuriken, popping out the blades so he could make a tally mark above the other mark. He'd keep track until all of the marks were gone.



Assessing the Damages

No servers at the bars. No food except for in the buffet. The marks next to his door weren't getting fixed. This was a potential issue.

He wandered the ship, taking in any new changes. However, he didn't wander unarmed. Just because this hell ship was falling apart didn't mean there wasn't another shoe waiting to drop.



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Assessing the Damages

[theweakhavepurpose]

Pratt is walking back from the Sundries shop with a package about the size of a shoebox, he shakes it curiously occasionally but hasn't opened it yet. Turning a corner, he pauses upon spotting the other man, Six is walking with much more determination, clearly doing some sort of patrol or something similar.

"Hey. What're you looking for?"

[sixthdeadliest]

"Just taking in the current state of the ship," Six stated bluntly. "Making a mental note of any particularly-bad damage."

He could assist in basic repairs but nothing complex without guidance.

"You?"

[theweakhavepurpose]

"Somethings wrong with it right? I noticed my room isn't being cleaned anymore, which... sucks. I'm a slob." He frowns because he also hasn't seen his roommate in a bit and doesn't wanna touch her stuff.

"Oh, I got a thing from the Sundries shop." He gives it another shake, the contents sliding around. "Trying to figure out what it is before I open it."

[sixthdeadliest]

"Didn't notice that there was much cleaning in the first place."

He and his roommate weren't fans of cluttering up the place.

He looked at the bag. "How can you not know? You picked it out, didn't you?"

[theweakhavepurpose]

"Yeah they like... make the beds and tidy up. And they're not cleaning the dishes in the buffet either so I've been hauling my plate back to my room to clean it cuz I feel bad." He worked at a pizza place in high school, he's got a soft spot for food service workers and he's not gonna leave his dirty shit around.

"Nah it's from home. You get any of those yet? Sometimes I get these cards that say I have a gift in the shop and it's usually something from back home in Montana. Though sometimes it's just random crap. And a few times I've been able to figure it out by shaking it." Which he does again. Then he pulls out a set of dog tags from one of his pockets and jostles it around in his hand, "Last time it was these and was pretty fucking obvious what it was in a box. But this.. I'm not sure."

[sixthdeadliest]

"Haven't gotten one of those cards, no."

Strange that objects from home kept getting pulled in. Maybe a ploy to induce homesickness to further torture the passengers?

"My roommate and I typically keep the place clean ourselves. Been washing my own plates from meals since I don't want to find out how long the dirties will pile up."

[theweakhavepurpose]

"Huh. Wonder why some people don't. My roommate hasn't gotten anything either and I keep getting shit. Feel kinda bad about that." And now that he thinks about it he hasn't seen her in a while. Huh.

"I'm a slob, but I'm trying to be better I just.. the rooms kinda a mess anyway because I keep bringing food from the buffet and Caitlyn has stacks of papers everywhere and she moved the furniture to have a whole wall to make one of those boards that have pictures connected with red string you know? She's trying to figure out why some people come from the same worlds but not together."

He goes to put the dog tags away in his pocket, kinda fumbles it one handed and then just puts them on for the time being until he has both hands free again.

"Actually, you're like a secret agent kickass fighter dude right? If I open this and it's something terrible can you punch me through the wall before I freak out?"

Testing Damages

[decohere]

"Ah good, you're making it feel more like a prison," Ava remarks of the little tally scratched into the wall. She's wandering down the hallway, dressed in a very low-effort bat costume.

[sixthdeadliest]

Six turned to look at her. "Keeping track of how long the damage lasts is all."

He raised a brow.

"You're looking festive."

[decohere]

"By then it'll be over," Ava points out. What good is such information after the fact?

She glances down at her attire, then grins faintly. "Yes, had to make my own," because apparently the Spirit Halloween hadn't appeared for all her spooky needs yet.

[sixthdeadliest]

"Maybe. Could be useful to gauge how long it might happen again if things ever get back to what this damned ship considers 'normal'."

[be_seeing_you]

Number 6 is just coming back to their shared room as Six is pulling out his weapon to make a new mark.

"Still there, I see. Seems we are on our own for some time to come." And after he'd just gotten used to not needing to make his own bed, too.

[sixthdeadliest]

Six nodded as he finished. "I know the marks will be erased if things go back to 'normal', but it might give us a good baseline of what to expect should it happen again."

Honestly, Six made his "bed" every day by folding up the blanket and setting it and the pillow to one side of the couch so people could sit on it. He'd assumed Smith was making the bed himself.

[be_seeing_you]

"I think it's a good idea. I'm ashamed I didn't think of it myself."

Number 6 had been making his bed, but apparently the ghosts didn't think he did a good enough job of it and had been remaking it for him anyway. So, he'd given up the battle and let them tend to it. Until now.

"Someone clever has set up a log to keep track of the damages in a notebook located in the library. It's next to the log of known information about the ship and captain. Have you seen it?"

[sixthdeadliest]

"I'm sure you would've come up with something similar sooner or later." He gave a small smirk before shaking his head. "Didn't realize it. I'll have to take a look. I've been doing patrols to try and keep an eye on how bad things were getting since I'm not sure the lifeboats at this point can be trusted."

[be_seeing_you]

"I appreciate your confidence in me." Especially at a time when he feels his own confidence shaken.

"After what I experienced on that raft, I'm not sure the life boats were ever intended to be anything more than for show. For better or for worse, I believe our survival is dependent on the integrity of this ship... and her Captain."

[sixthdeadliest]

"Which is disturbing. Particularly if whatever supplies the food and clean water runs out."

Starving people became desperate. Desperate people did horrible things they'd never imagine doing in the name of survival. He knew that from personal experience.

[be_seeing_you]

"I'm sure you noticed by now, but I've begun a small stockpile of provisions in the closet, bottles of water as well. The thought has crossed my mind." He does not wish to find out how far people here will be willing to go, because he is sure the answer is more than he wants to contemplate.

Assessing the Damages, October 7th morning

[pineapplesalmon]

César is of course worried. Things aren't repairing. This isn't good. But hey, maybe it's just the theme for October. Make it more spooky?

But there's still good news to be had in this hellhole, and that's why César's finding Six. It actually makes him laugh when he runs into Six patrolling the salon part of the spa.

"Oh, Six! What are... you doing here?" César's too curious, and for the moment, completely forgets what he was looking to tell him.

[sixthdeadliest]

"Trying to get some idea of what condition the ship is in. Maybe find some way to make sure it can be patched so we don't sink in the middle of an ocean with no consistent landmasses."

He raised a brow at César.

"What about you?"

[pineapplesalmon]

César has to look at him in amusement for a moment. Of course. Of course, that's why he's there.

"I was looking for you, but I also wanted to touch up my hair." He shrugs. "Figured at worse I'd pop in, do a trim, and then keep going if you weren't here."

... you could've texted.

[sixthdeadliest]

Look, just because some people seemed to be wallowing in their own misery didn't mean they all had to. Slow drowning in the middle of the ocean didn't sound pleasant.

The eyebrow arched higher.

"You were expecting me to be here?"

[pineapplesalmon]

"Well, no, not really. This was just the first of many stops to find you, and I wanted to take a walk to clear my head. I could've texted, but it's nice to take a purposeful walk sometimes." That's honestly a low amount of weird for César.

[sixthdeadliest]

Six nodded to accept the explanation. His face lost its frown, but the eyebrow remained in place.

"So what was it you needed me for? Couldn't have been an emergency."

César would've texted in that case.

[pineapplesalmon]

"It isn't an emergency." César chuckles a moment before smiling wide. "I'm getting married!"

He doesn't need lead-up with Six. Just come straight out and say it.