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come_sailaway2022-10-07 03:43 pm
cacophonish) wrote in come_sailaway2022-10-07 03:43 pm
[OPEN] i'm walking into spiderwebs
Who: Jeff & Open
What: October catch-all!
When: Any time in October (lmk if you want things set on a specific day for like idk timeline purposes)
Where: Calgona, Sports Deck, Chatterbox, Windjammer, and various places!
Warnings: A splash of existential dread and potential references to past drug use and intoxication.
Notes: Just some slice of life here as Jeff tries to adopt a new, healthy routine amidst ALL THE DESTRUCTION
I. let's get physical
Okay, so: they're trapped. They can't go home. They're... snapshots or bad copies or fragments of their true, original, whole selves... right? That's what Jeff thinks he gathered from all the info smarter, cleverer people dumped on everyone's laps.
Unless-- until they can find someplace else to go, this is all they've got. There's no going back. Jeff's been plucked from his shitty, fucked up life, and whatever happens in that shitty, fucked up life isn't his problem anymore. Which means this is... kind of a second chance. The circumstances might suck, but it's still a precious thing, right?
He'll be damned if he's going to piss it all away.
As the month unfolds, those who've seen Jeff on (or in the aftermath of) one of his benders may notice he's been staying away from the dwindling liquor supply. In its place, the bard's taken up some new hobbies, namely: exercise! It's finally time to put some muscle on that skinny frame.
Or, well. Make an attempt.
So lately, Jeff's been spending a lot of time at Calgona, attempting to lift the (remaining) weights, or work at some of the machines. He moves like he knows what he's supposed to be doing, like, in theory, but his body's too noodly to do what he wants.
In fact, there his arms go, giving out on him as he tries to bench a very modest amount of weight.
"Shit-- shit! Spotter, please!"
Ugh. Help.
Alternately, you can find him at the sports deck, running the track and looking totally miserable about it, even though no one's making him do this but himself. This is the worst part about trying new things: sucking at them. Why can't he just, like, start out as an expert!
If he spots some company, he'll flash a grimace of a smile. He's trying, really. "This is--" GASP GASP. "--soooo boring." Ugh. Hang on. He's gotta stop running and take a breather. "I feel like a hamster in a wheel! How does anyone do this without going nuts from boredom?"
At least when he's at the pool, Jeff seems to be in his element. Swimming! That's easy. Like, he grew up in a beach city, so he's practically part fish. Here's hoping no one trashes the pool while Friday or the janitor ghosts or whatever are on strike.
II. juke box hero
Well, it's Jeff. He's a bard. Any day, at any given time, there's a good chance he's doing something musical. Lately, like just about every night, you can find him at Chatterbox for karaoke hour. He's really trying to expand his horizons here, picking unfamiliar songs from the future and just going with it.
Is it time for Jeff to discover Britney Spears? You know it.
Come up and sing with him! It's bound to be a magical experience.
No. Really. It's magical. He's going to be doing some magic. Nothing big, just little tricks while he sings. Some light, playful telekinesis, a bit of conjuring of fairy lights, little things like that. Those who can sense magic may notice a constant buzz of it when he sings, subtler spells being cast-- or attempted, anyway, as Jeff toys with some magic he hasn't had as much opportunity to feel out on the ship. (Clairvoyance and related magic, mostly.)
Feel free to ask him about it!
Other times, you can catch Jeff alternating between singing and jotting down notes (and lyrics) in just about any public space on the ship. If you're not busy, he may come up to you, practically bouncing with Golden Retriever energy.
"Hey! What's up? How's it going-- you busy? I'm trying to work on a new spell, but, uh..." Well, this is awkward. "I kinda need a guinea pig." He wrinkles his nose. "Sorry. That sounded bad, didn't it. I just mean-- if you don't mind-- I could use someone to test this spell on. Respectfully and responsibly."
III. feed my frankenstein
Since the buffet is the only place left with an endless supply of food, Jeff's obviously going to be stopping by there for his meals (along with everybody else???). All this new physical activity's really done a number on his appetite, okay, and he feels like a bottomless pit.
So this is the 'Jeff is going to invite himself to your table' prompt. Hope you weren't hoping to eat in silence, because here he comes with a plate piled high with grilled chicken salad and bread rolls.
Prepare for small talk and idle chitchat! Especially if you're a loner type. Jeff loves being friendly at loners.
Anyway, here's some examples of conversation starters.
"You ever wonder if the Captain's just really, really lost but too stubborn to ask for directions?"
Or:
"Do you think the ghosts are on strike? Or maybe the Captain decided to stop being a dick and sent them on vacation..."
Or:
"So... Who do you think's going to be the first one to, like, go all psycho cannibal if we completely run out of food here?"
Or:
"Man, I was gonna go for a swim today, but some asshole threw a bunch of deck chairs in the water." He folds his arms on the table and drops his head with a whine. "Why would someone do that?"
And wildcard, and so on. Choose your own conversational adventure.
IV. wildcard
[ hit me with whatever you want, i'm open to everything. you can reach me at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
weeyotch / weeyotch#8200 to hash out any specifics! ]
What: October catch-all!
When: Any time in October (lmk if you want things set on a specific day for like idk timeline purposes)
Where: Calgona, Sports Deck, Chatterbox, Windjammer, and various places!
Warnings: A splash of existential dread and potential references to past drug use and intoxication.
Notes: Just some slice of life here as Jeff tries to adopt a new, healthy routine amidst ALL THE DESTRUCTION
I. let's get physical
Okay, so: they're trapped. They can't go home. They're... snapshots or bad copies or fragments of their true, original, whole selves... right? That's what Jeff thinks he gathered from all the info smarter, cleverer people dumped on everyone's laps.
Unless-- until they can find someplace else to go, this is all they've got. There's no going back. Jeff's been plucked from his shitty, fucked up life, and whatever happens in that shitty, fucked up life isn't his problem anymore. Which means this is... kind of a second chance. The circumstances might suck, but it's still a precious thing, right?
He'll be damned if he's going to piss it all away.
As the month unfolds, those who've seen Jeff on (or in the aftermath of) one of his benders may notice he's been staying away from the dwindling liquor supply. In its place, the bard's taken up some new hobbies, namely: exercise! It's finally time to put some muscle on that skinny frame.
Or, well. Make an attempt.
So lately, Jeff's been spending a lot of time at Calgona, attempting to lift the (remaining) weights, or work at some of the machines. He moves like he knows what he's supposed to be doing, like, in theory, but his body's too noodly to do what he wants.
In fact, there his arms go, giving out on him as he tries to bench a very modest amount of weight.
"Shit-- shit! Spotter, please!"
Ugh. Help.
Alternately, you can find him at the sports deck, running the track and looking totally miserable about it, even though no one's making him do this but himself. This is the worst part about trying new things: sucking at them. Why can't he just, like, start out as an expert!
If he spots some company, he'll flash a grimace of a smile. He's trying, really. "This is--" GASP GASP. "--soooo boring." Ugh. Hang on. He's gotta stop running and take a breather. "I feel like a hamster in a wheel! How does anyone do this without going nuts from boredom?"
At least when he's at the pool, Jeff seems to be in his element. Swimming! That's easy. Like, he grew up in a beach city, so he's practically part fish. Here's hoping no one trashes the pool while Friday or the janitor ghosts or whatever are on strike.
II. juke box hero
Well, it's Jeff. He's a bard. Any day, at any given time, there's a good chance he's doing something musical. Lately, like just about every night, you can find him at Chatterbox for karaoke hour. He's really trying to expand his horizons here, picking unfamiliar songs from the future and just going with it.
Is it time for Jeff to discover Britney Spears? You know it.
Come up and sing with him! It's bound to be a magical experience.
No. Really. It's magical. He's going to be doing some magic. Nothing big, just little tricks while he sings. Some light, playful telekinesis, a bit of conjuring of fairy lights, little things like that. Those who can sense magic may notice a constant buzz of it when he sings, subtler spells being cast-- or attempted, anyway, as Jeff toys with some magic he hasn't had as much opportunity to feel out on the ship. (Clairvoyance and related magic, mostly.)
Feel free to ask him about it!
Other times, you can catch Jeff alternating between singing and jotting down notes (and lyrics) in just about any public space on the ship. If you're not busy, he may come up to you, practically bouncing with Golden Retriever energy.
"Hey! What's up? How's it going-- you busy? I'm trying to work on a new spell, but, uh..." Well, this is awkward. "I kinda need a guinea pig." He wrinkles his nose. "Sorry. That sounded bad, didn't it. I just mean-- if you don't mind-- I could use someone to test this spell on. Respectfully and responsibly."
III. feed my frankenstein
Since the buffet is the only place left with an endless supply of food, Jeff's obviously going to be stopping by there for his meals (along with everybody else???). All this new physical activity's really done a number on his appetite, okay, and he feels like a bottomless pit.
So this is the 'Jeff is going to invite himself to your table' prompt. Hope you weren't hoping to eat in silence, because here he comes with a plate piled high with grilled chicken salad and bread rolls.
Prepare for small talk and idle chitchat! Especially if you're a loner type. Jeff loves being friendly at loners.
Anyway, here's some examples of conversation starters.
"You ever wonder if the Captain's just really, really lost but too stubborn to ask for directions?"
Or:
"Do you think the ghosts are on strike? Or maybe the Captain decided to stop being a dick and sent them on vacation..."
Or:
"So... Who do you think's going to be the first one to, like, go all psycho cannibal if we completely run out of food here?"
Or:
"Man, I was gonna go for a swim today, but some asshole threw a bunch of deck chairs in the water." He folds his arms on the table and drops his head with a whine. "Why would someone do that?"
And wildcard, and so on. Choose your own conversational adventure.
IV. wildcard
[ hit me with whatever you want, i'm open to everything. you can reach me at
II Karaoke
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"All right! And no, nah, all you have to do is sit back and listen." A beat. "Wait. I should probably brief you first, right?" Jeff claps his hands together. "How do you feel about... emotional magic? Like... happy, sad-- however you want to feel." He holds up a hand. "We don't have to if you don't want. I know it can make people kind of... squeamish?"
[ ooc: and just for full disclosure, Jeff's talking about the Emotional Manipulation / Intoxication spell on his info page, but won't do it without (ic and ooc) permission. He'll offer to practice a Clairvoyance spell if the answer's no! ]
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He'd so prefer it to Clairvoyance he's a weirdo like that."And... honestly very curious. I'm familiar with the base principle, I think. You said it's like regular music, but enhanced, right?" Nobunaga is probably underestimating his own emotional response or capacity. However, the idea that his heart had been hardened so much from war and hatred, leading him to embrace the idea of losing his soul to becoming a Demon King, the Demon King of 6th Heaven - Oda underestimates his own emotions. Music has always been very emotional for him, so he's curious about the possibilities of it becoming even more so.no subject
Kind of catchy, right? Jeff quickly holds up a hand, three fingers up, as if to say scout's honor. "I swear, I won't do anything crazy. Nothing to fuck with you." Well, not on purpose, anyway? Mishaps have been known to happen where magic's involved, but Jeff's certainly not looking to cause any shenanigans. "I just want to try something new. Like... I can make you feel relaxed. Mellow! Totally at peace. Like a lullaby, only with, you know, magic."
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A head tilt. Jeff seems different. But is it just Nobunaga's overwhelming 24/7 paranoia? Circumstances themselves were different than the last few times they'd met. In his own world, there'd be a casual test. But this isn't Nobunaga's world. He's not bound by politics or facing constant assassinations. Is he just worried because he's willing be a magic test dummy? How ridiculous and weak. "Relax... mellow..." his eyes narrow at that idea. "Do you have another one?" An almost feral grin. You could take the Demon King out hell but... "Something less like the blue ocean waves you did for my nails. More like fire and skulls." Oh, but that was too much, even for Nobunaga. Of course the test was that his nails had been red and black sparkles. But for other emotions, no one would try to rile up the Demon King, that was dangerous. What kind of other songs were there? "Or... you could try to make me cry if you think you're strong enough? Let it rain indoors."
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"Um... I never painted your nails blue." But that's fine, Jeff's not going to dwell on it. He shrugs a shoulder. "But it's anything you want, man. You want to cry, or you want to rage?"
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"Not sleep," that one he hates no matter the circumstances. He's like a giant toddler. No nap! Still an eyebrow gets arched, "You'd trust one such as I with rage?" That's a new one. And curiouser still. "I don't mind crying in front of you," Oda agrees firmly. That's not a huge deal to him, and it would be unique. "If you prefer rage, you may attempt it, but --" Fires of all kinds rage through his head, and the more he thinks on the past, the icier he gets. Jeff is... friend? Friend-adjacent. Possible friend. Nobunaga tilts his head, "I have never killed out of rage. Not once. I'm not sure of my control once it's enhanced. What if I've just never been that angry?"
Even the Demon King was beholden to certain rules. Like not to hate enemies. To always strive to have ultimate moral authority. These sorts of things in combat.
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If he were Jeff, he'd catch the significance of the other man's hesitation. He'd move away from rage without hesitating. Well, okay, if he were Jeff, he wouldn't even be testing this particular spell in the first place, because he knows how to do it as easily as breathing.
He tilts his head curiously, looking interested (excited?) for a flicker of a moment. Then, he frowns thoughtfully.
"You think... you'd kill someone if I made you angry?"
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The paranoia is true and real. Pretending that he was dismissing it as merely that? Not so much.
That said; Oda doesn't want to kill. Really and truly. He hates killing. "You're not worried about your own safety? You think you could direct it appropriately?" An amused grin in spite of himself, getting too into the game, as always. It's a gamble. A rather risky one he'd not like taking under normal circumstances, but he's too caught up in the fun of the challenge. The risk is if it scares the real Jeff. If the real Jeff remembers all this, and grows to distrust or hate Nobunaga later, but well, that's never swayed his hand before. "Jeff, you could always just ask if there's anyone you ever want to kill," a giant grin. "But I'll absolutely take a song as payment if you wish." How much of that is a joke or genuine? Not even Nobunaga could say. Is he still concerned that Jeff (not Jeff) is taking that a bit too casually and endangering himself? So very.
"Do you wish to see if you can anger me that much and then still calm me down in reverse?" He suspects no, not at all, but it's part of the game; pretending that this is all very innocent and they completely believe each other's posturing and lies.
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Then, he tilts his head, looking at Nobunaga for a few moments, before he shakes his head.
"I'm thinking this was probably a bad idea. Even if I'm aiming for happiness, and it goes wrong?" A wince. "Wouldn't want it to end in blood and tears."
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"Is your magic really so powerful?" Magic. No matter how many times he saw it done, he couldn't help questioning it. After all, he'd spent a long time disproving it.
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He shrugs, a faint smile creeping back on his lips.
"Emotions are powerful." A beat. "Not to mention volatile. So, yeah. It can... get messy, especially if someone, hm. Has really strong feelings."
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"I'm sure I'm not that emotional," he replies dryly. "They only began calling me the Demon King, because they thought I was too cold about war." Hence also; never killing out of pure rage. Though whether he'd just never been that angry, or he was actually composed - he couldn't say, but he doubted it was the latter; for all his pride, he can be pretty infamously passionate about esoteric things. Like all novelty. Probably why he's extra curious about Jeff(?)'s magic -- but Nobunaga is not introspective enough to check that through all the way.