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]

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."

[skaikru]

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."