opheliac: (•_•) (But not for long 'cause it'll get jinxed)
𝙅𝙞𝙣𝙭 💣/ 𝓹𝓸𝔀𝓭𝓮𝓻 🌸 | ❝ashnikko❞ ([personal profile] opheliac) wrote in [community profile] come_sailaway2022-04-27 10:30 pm

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

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.

makesomedeals: (Make a deal)

[personal profile] makesomedeals 2022-05-17 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
He steeples his fingers, thinking about what she's saying, and more importantly, what she isn't.

"If it does, and somehow you can play a game of cards for your soul like you're making a deal with the metaphorical devil, the rules would be meaningless wouldn't they? Why would someone who brought us here to suffer be bound by any worldly ideas of honor. I'm not even sure they'd need to cheat, they wouldn't need to play the game at all."

However; he sees she's serious about all this, deadly serious. And that kind of determination isn't something he's going to dissuade - not if she might end up being the one to get them all out of here.

"That said, if it is a game, then there's always a chance you'll be the one to win. Someone has to right?"
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[personal profile] skaikru 2022-05-17 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
"I have it on good authority he loves games."

Good might be a bit of a stretch, but she had squared up with the only known survivor of Game Night With The Captain twice now, and hasn't come up with any tangible reason for Pirate Jenny to lie to her when the goddess just wanted her own people back. Or whatever was left of them, and then maybe death.

But at the same time Jenny's confidence that it won't be a trick mirrored against Friday's warning that it's always a trick have her torn — scrambling to learn the right way to play any game, but hungrily scratching for ways to rig the odds. No one survived by playing fair all the time, and that's how they've come to blackjack lessons.

"And challenges. So." She's offering Max a halfhearted sort of shrug, noting the three of hearts and four of clubs — seven total, absolutely begging to be hit — in front of her, and tapping the table for another card. Whether Clarke Griffin ever has any success in leveraging what's left of her soul against their captor is highly improbable, but damn if she isn't willing to lose — and die, then lose and die again — trying.

Absently, and under her breath, one more point to make. "For us to really suffer, there still has to be a chance, right? Some sort of hope left to squash out at the last second, and then let us believe it's our own fault for not playing the game to our full potential. For there to be standards, there has to be some sort of rule book, right?"

Whatever the hell we want isn't sustainable in the long term. There's always patterns, and if no rule book exists, "...maybe we get to make them."
makesomedeals: (Better things to do)

[personal profile] makesomedeals 2022-05-18 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Did someone tell you that? Where is everyone getting all this information about the Captain? How do we know he even exists?"

Max is still convinced he doesn't, it's just some ruse to get everyone banded together against a common cause, except the cause is fake. It would be a good plan, blame it all on some supernatural being that was in control of everything and have everyone so distracted by that they don't find the real cause. He'd come too late for Jenny and no one has told him anything about that other than there was some sort of storm which he's glad he missed, being not waterproof.

He diligently hits another card for her, a 9, while looking down at his own four. That's never good, anything under 17 he has to hit again as the dealer and what he needs with a 17 is.. well, a four. And now two are already out on the board.

"You're not wrong, if there was no hope everyone would give up and sit around waiting to die. And generally those who want others to suffer do want them to think it's their own fault." He runs his fingertips along the edge of the deck absently, "Conversely if this is simply entertainment for some sadist, then we could be as boring as possible until they lose interest."
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[personal profile] skaikru 2022-05-20 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Again with the secrets, all those three questions get in response is a shrug. An impartial — "It's not hard to figure out if you've been paying attention."

Jenny and Friday told her. Jenny, Friday, and the specific taste of the magic on board were basically the only avenues of information they had so far. And as for existence... Clarke's own experience at the previous party paled in comparison to the losses of Rita Mordio and trauma of Yuri Lowell — the only person who's seen the captain's face so far.

"You haven't been here long yet, right? I didn't recognize you, at least. But I think it's pretty obvious there are people here who aren't going to be content to sit on their hands and be boring."

Name and shame, their party host. Equal amounts of shame, probably Clarke herself, but she's being humble. There's just... too many fighters here, used to relying on their own luck and foresight to prevent death. Each wrapped in their own ideals, all from different worlds, and no leader to unify the entire ship. The fight may be all they are now, but how does one launch a successful campaign from so many different angles?

Despite her insistence that they keep playing, she's not paying any real attention to the odds in the moment — too consumed within her own thoughts, physically unable to relax and enjoy a party without it ultimately coming back around to that sense of impending doom hanging over their heads — and gestures for another card before even really thinking about it. Make or break her 16, Max.
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[personal profile] makesomedeals 2022-05-20 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe if he cared more he'd know what the hell was going on. But unfortunately he doesn't, so until the Captain actually shows himself, he's just going to live in ignorance.

"Around three days now. So no, I don't know anything that's happened, nor do I have a true bearing on what any of this means." He's so new to the boat he doesn't know who Jinx is or why she's throwing a party and hasn't even met her. "No, I don't suppose that would work other than a theory. And whoever was in charge would probably try and instigate something. It was more a hypothetical."

He's good at negotiating with humans, predicting how they react under stress is a whole different matter. One he's going to have to learn at some point.

Revealing another card for her, even though it's probably not a wise decision on her part, turns out to be entirely in her favor: a five of diamonds. (I swear to you I RNGed this) He actually blinks down at it.

"Well well, that's a very fine hand. I hope your luck holds out in that way when you challenge a more critical opponent than me."
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[personal profile] skaikru 2022-05-21 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
A shitty hypothetical, but...

"It's a nice thought. That we'd all be able to come together and agree on something like that."

It's fine, Max. Caring as intently as she does is super fucking exhausting, actually. Especially when every avenue of investigation she traipses down just leads right back to where she started, with no further information to be gleaned. Past figuring out the impermanence of death on board and being forced to take Pirate Jenny's word as truth since there wasn't any other party to thoroughly question, it's been... a lot like running in circles in knee deep mud. Only so long until your legs give out and you drown, but instead of taking a rest, you just run off caffeine and fear, occasionally stopping by a party and...

— winning another hand of cards? Properly and soundly this time? That's...

She hadn't even been trying, and doesn't even look down at the results of her hand until Max says something about it. And even then has to do some quick math and quicker game recall before finally realizing how perfect an end this had been. There's still that distinct rush of gratified excitement at having won something, but ultimately isn't enough to comfort the slowly expanding black hole of dread that's woken up and stretched in her chest cavity.

"Not luck." Just chance, right?

And having reaffirmed this game was as easy to play as it was to lose, Clarke finally feels moved to push back her chair and stand.

"Thank you for teaching me, Maximilien. Maybe we can play again some time."