come_sailaway | He brought me out into the hall, I could have sworn it was haunted (OTA)

CHARACTERS: Darcy, Erin, and you?
DATE: Mid-october
LOCATION: Sports deck, Drunken Sailor, Life boats
SITUATION: Darcy’s no good very bad hell cruise
WARNINGS: Shit’s probably going to get dark here folks. CWs for underaged drinking and suicidal ideation at the least.

To hear that there was nothing that I could do to save you (Erin)

The fight club following Darcy’s talk with Skulduggery is… distinctly less enthusiastic than the previous iterations. Erin will find Darcy sat over by the training sabres, rumpled like she’s slept in her clothes. She’s keeping an eye on the rest of the club over folded arms resting on her knees, and she barely looks up when Erin approaches.

The choir's gonna sing and then this thing is gonna kill you

Friday apparently isn’t checking up on anyone sneaking drinks when they’re not meant to. Of course, initially Darcy wasn’t going to try and drink her problems away like she was in a fucking country song. It had just made her sad the one time she’d tried it with Izzy. But after a couple of days of a mess of feelings that she feels entirely unequipped to deal with, Darcy kind of wants to just deal with sad. It’s not like she can talk to anyone about one of her most important relationships aboard the ship utterly imploding. Once again, she is alone in her burdens.

Find her curled up in one of the comfy chairs of the Drunken Sailor with a bottle of rum, headphones in, avoiding everyone.

Something in my throat made my next words shake

Even being on the ship gets too claustrophobic eventually. Like all the secrets she’s been forced to keep will come spilling out of her at the slightest provocation. She can’t bring herself to try and help the aimless newbies, she can’t hunt the Bahamanal in the newly-halloween-ified Tommy Bahama, she can’t drag herself to training. Eventually she packs the backpack she got from camp with some changes of clothes and whatever she can find in the buffet that seems like it’ll keep for a couple of days. And then, she sets herself to stealing one of the life boats.

Stop her or help her, if you want.

And something in the wires made the light bulbs break (wildcard)

(go nuts, show nuts, whatever)

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There sure is a lot happening, with everything falling apart. And she has to walk past doors with bloody writing and an unsettling odor each morning.

Fio has to pause a moment, reaching to rub at some wetness that had been building up in one of her eyes. Luckily it hasn't come to tears and she was very near to doing that. Lowering her hand, she smiles. She does like being carried... and sweets.

"Yeah! Let's get sweets!"

"Fio-vater going up-" Darcy grins, hoisting Fio up to sit on her shoulders. It's a good thing she didn't cry, because without hyperbole Darcy would've never forgiven herself for it.

"Let's see... I think they still have cookies? And fruit? Do you like fruit?"

She bursts into a fit of giggles as she's suddenly lifted onto Darcy's shoulders. Thanks, it seems like she's starting to forget feeling upset! Calcite flutters upwards higher at the same time, the doll keeping a few feet away from its owner as usual.

"Cookies! I want cookies! I like fruit too. Apples-- those are my favorite! Aaaand... candy!"

She may have All Hallow's Eve on the brain ever since she learned about trick-or-treating...

"We'll see what we can do, okay?" Darcy offers, proceeding a little down towards the elevator before... she gets an idea.

"Hey- do you think you can hold on really tight for me for a second?"

"I hope they got pumpkin-shaped cookies and um, candy corn! I've never had any of those before!"

Fio's glad the buffet is still restocking itself. So she can find happiness in all the sweets despite... everything going on. Treats with seasonal designs would be nice. Oranges, yellows, whites, and all the seasonal Halloween colors that she's seen in books...

Her grip on Darcy tightens, bracing herself for whatever she's going to do. "Oh, are you gonna go suuuper fast or something?"

"Not quite super fast,"

Darcy's body temperature drops a bit as she activates the Cold Wind Caul.

"Ready?" she asks, and then she scrambles up one of the beams like a gecko. Buoyed by supernatural lightness, she climbs the pair of them up towards the buffet.

"Huh, you got kind of cold and stuff..."

Which is a detail she doesn't focus too hard on, once Darcy starts climbing up the beam. Fio glances side to side in fascination, as much as she possibly can while keeping a tight hold around Darcy.

"Yeah, go, go goooo!" She cheers, laughing.

Darcy picks up the pace just a little as Fio bids, scaling up the sheer surface of the ship and making it to the buffet faster than an elevator could take them. She's glad it worked and that Fio seems to be enjoying herself- anything to make up for scaring the poor thing with the threat of her absence.

They touch back down on the top deck, and Darcy beams, even if her legs are starting to get a little sore from carrying her.

"That fun?"

He brought me out into the hall, I could have sworn it was haunted (OTA)

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