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come_sailaway2022-10-11 01:35 pm
saltwaterlungs) wrote in come_sailaway2022-10-11 01:35 pm
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.
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.
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.
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.
(go nuts, show nuts, whatever)
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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Darcy turns her head in his direction, removing an earbud, "okay- I'm absolutely not the person you need to be bitching to about that, like, at all, and I don't think there's enough alcohol in this room to get me drunk enough to deal with your shit, but come on dude, the people here are insanely fucking nice. How have you found nobody to deal with your shit."
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Anyway, back to Eridan.
"I don't need people to deal wwith my shit, I deal wwith it all by myself wwithout making it other people's problems!" He said, like a liar. Oh, and if Darcy thought it was going to end there, she's so, so wrong.
"Wwhat's Jinx gonna do about me not havvin' the right kinda sleepin' apparatus here? Wwhat are you gonna do about the only salt wwater bein' at the bottom of a one-wway drop? None'a you are gonna be able to help me, so wwhy wwould I bother talkin' to you outside'a wwhat could havve been evven-keeled pleasantries!"
He doesn't even have to catch his breath, which says a lot about how often these kinds of tirades must happen. Man, I would not want to be this guy's friend.
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What a weird fish demon thing.
"Also Jinx doesn't do anything about anything except make shit considerably worse. I could probably help you more with the salt water thing. You just... get a bunch of the salt packets from the buffet and drop them in the hot tub or something."
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Which is a thing he apparently needs to fill with... something. Thank god he doesn't call it slime. That'd derail this entire, very important conversation.
"And do you not knoww wwhat chlorine is? Sorta antithetical to my basic breathin' requirements." He pokes himself in the side.
He's ignoring the fact that he is absolutely making this all Darcy's problem. Why would he address that fact?? That would be embarrassing.
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Darcy's too tipsy and sad to even be enraged by the loch ness loser insinuating she's an idiot, and she loosely swipes a hand over her face.
"Okay- so what you're doing here is being a bitch when someone's trying to help you. Huge fucking hint for you here, this might be why people won't put up with your shit."
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"You aren't tryin' to help me, you're just tryin' to get me to shut up for a feww minutes so you can pretend I don't exist! I knoww howw it wworks, alright? Placate me an' get me outta your hair so you don't havve to think about howw fuckin' annoyin' and needy and pathetic I am, I fuckin' knoooooww."
He groaaaaaaaans out the last word like he's been building up to it this whole time, instead of just blabbering whatever comes to mind.
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Eridan's voice and his whining is like breaking glass or nails on a chalkboard in her ears- he's slipped beyond a dim reflection of her own awfulness into his own animal entirely. A coalacunth. A giant borefish. And he's tilapissing her off.
"Okay so like. Do it. If you knoooowwwwwwww that you suck soooooo muuuuuuch that I just can't wait to get rid of you.... fuck off then? Why are you still bothering me?"
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Anyway, she's cute, she thinks he's kinda dumb, and that is as good a green light to simp as he's ever gonna get.
Darcy, on the other hand? She's like all the worst parts of Vriska and Kanaya mixed together. She's a self-important meddler with ice-cold irons!!!!
"It's not like you're doing anythin' better wwith your time than lettin' me get a rise outta you, wwhich I'd be more into if you wweren't so platonically pathetic in your advances. Honestly, the wwhole tableau you're paintin' here is pretty awwful." This is not him expressing interest at all, obviously, especially not in the totally offhanded and irritated way he asks, "Just wwhat crawwled into your blowwhole and croaked, anywway?"
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Most dudes see the undercut and muscles and come to their own conclusions, this is novel and absolutely fucking awful.
"Sorry- where was I doing that?? Please, fucking tell me so I can avoid doing anything like that again. If someone had a gun to my head and said I only had to give you a crisp high five to live, I would take death."
Remarkably her outrage has actually taken her mind off her own situation.
"I don't want you to be into literally any part of me so don't stress too fucking hard about that."
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He has no real understanding of the weird "monogender attraction" model that humans sometimes rely on, so he doesn't even think about it. Nor does he bother to remember or consider that humans absolutely do not understand troll romance. All he knows is that she looks really depressing in a gross, not-fun way.
"For cryin' out loud, I extend a single solitary neutral comment about your fuckin' pathetic state of affairs an' this is the thanks I get? Absolutely fuckin' disgraceful. Wwhere's your self-respect?"
It's literally painful to write some of this dialogue, but Eridan only cares about himself, as usual.
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"Are you... are you saying that I should be thanking you for asking why I'm moping? And that I don't have self-respect because I didn't... thank you for it?"
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"I'm sayin' that the wway you're carryin' yourself right noww is disrespectful to yourself, an' possibly the most depressin' thing to wwitness aboard the S.S. Clusterfuck. Wwhich is kinda impressivve, considerin' the wwoeful state of affairs around here."
Was he giving her a pep-talk, or insulting her? He can't remember. Granted, it's usually the same thing...
"Look, I'm dooooone, alright?" He gestures to the... quite frankly shocking disarray of bottles on the back bar, most of them with their labels torn off and a few straight up poured down the sink. "I wwas just wwaitin' for Topy to respawwn some rarer bottles, I wwasn't comin' in here just to fuck wwith you, in case you wwanted to make all of this about you."
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Is he... encouraging her to be less depressed by insulting her?
What's happening here. Where is she.
"Why the hell do you care? I don't fucking know you- you just come in here and start bossing me around? Because you don't think I should be moping?? Go fuck yourself, I'm about to start moping harder."
Darcy rolls over to face away from him on the seat, "if you're dooooone then fuck off and leave me alone."
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Ugh, not worth it.
"Fuh-iiiiiine," with a little extra zest to make one syllable into two, "You havve fun mopin' in a public spot wwhere anyone can see an' bother you like a pathetic attention-seekin' grub, I'm fuckin' out."
God if only he had his cape, he would make this flounce look so damn majestic.
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She snaps, since apparently she doesn't even get a room to herself. But she doesn't stop the fucker leaving, either. Bastard.