We're wide awake now, our eyes are wide open. We're running this world, we keeping it turning

[opheliac]

Who: EVERYONE ON THIS DANG SHIP!
What: IT'S A PARTTTYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When: last week of april before more shit happens.
Where: rischie
Warnings: PG-13??? alcohol is definitely involved, teens being teens, drunk people or doing bad decisions??? who is to say!!!





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★ ENTRANCE.
★ THE DANCE FLOOR.
★ AT THE BAR.
★ GAME AREA.
★ DJ TABLE // PRIVATE WITH JINX
★ LOSER CORNER.
★ THE FOOD TABLE.
★ KARAOKE.
★ OUTSIDE RISCHIE.
★ WILDCARD.

Comments

[makesomedeals]

Skulduggery should be forever grateful that Max is so demoralized right now he doesn't dive across the table and start ripping him to pieces. This is an Omnic that has actually been in jail and been tortured, but he's never felt so much like he's lost until right now.

According to his internal clock he's been wearing it for 7 minutes and 32 seconds. At precisely the 10 minute mark he is going to take it off because that's the arbitrary time he's decided is enough for this bet. It's really longer than he should even give this because it's just so stupid.

They're both having an existential crisis on different ends of the spectrum here.

It is pretty telling for the future that clearly Max's reaction to trauma is to shut down, so that might be useful to know for no reason at all. Though he does manage to glare at Skulduggery. It doesn't have any of the heat behind it that his previous scowls did, partially because it's just not intimidating to wear nine Hawaiian shirts stitched together, but also because he's pretty sure this thing is sapping his energy.

"You're a terrible liar you know."

One minute. Tick tock.

Nope he's done now. Off it goes. He might even rip it in his haste to get it off before bunching it into a horribly patterned ball and putting it on the table.

[light_mischief]

By the time Max is ripping the shirt from his body, Skulduggery has managed to get control of himself. It helps that he doesn't have any face to school into neutrality and that his grin is multipurpose.

"Hah! Whoo, boy." Skulduggery pushes his hat back to rub at his skull like he has sweat to wipe away. "I... did not expect that. At all." Actually, okay. In the cold light of post-hysteria, that was a fairly unsportsmanlike reaction to have. It was hilarious, no doubt about it, and it absolutely warranted a polite round of laughing, maybe a finger point or two, but...

"Sorry about that," he says, "I think I might have just had a mental breakdown."

He probably shouldn't sound so grateful for it, but honestly? He really, really needed that.

[makesomedeals]

That toothy grin may never change but Max can feel the intentionality behind it. He knows that he's still giggling somewhere in that skull of his.

Max balls the shirt up and puts it to the side, but doesn't throw it away yet. Theoretically he could use the thread out of it to stitch up his damaged pants. So maybe it could be useful eventually, but right now he's too traumatized to even look at it. This thing is going to give him PTSD if he spots it in his closet.

He makes an angry sort of computer sound, more mechanical than he normally is because he's pissed and also distraught from the thought that someone other than Skulduggery might have seen him in that shirt. He isn't yet aware that there's a whole area where hundreds of pictures of that might show up. And when he finds out he may just chuck himself in the ocean.

"Well at least we've both been damaged by this thing. Maybe the Captain has more influence then you think."

Skulduggery might be basking in the aftermath of a nice resetting breakdown, but that's gonna take Max a few deaths to achieve so he's not having quite as much fun.

[light_mischief]

"Oh, don't say that," Skulduggery groans, although if the captain had had any influence on this, then he certainly couldn't be as bad as everyone says.

Finally feeling like himself again after that brief foray into madness, Skulduggery adjusts his hat and straightens his jacket as though his hysteria somehow rumpled it. "I appreciate your fantastic sportsmanship. If you can handle this, you can handle anything the ship throws at you."

And look. To show there are no hard feelings, Skulduggery sticks out his hand across the table. "It was a good game, Maximilien."

[makesomedeals]

There is very real hesitation there, and the look of smouldering resentment doesn't help anything.

"It certainly was a game Skulduggery."

And he will shake, because he's still a man of his word and somewhat honorable. Kind of. If you squint. But after this he is going to take his new piece of fabric and go fix his pants with that thread, muttering obscenities in French the whole time.