Are you on the square? Are you on the level?

[theweakhavepurpose]

Who: Deputy Pratt & You
What: A reckoning is upon you (He's storming the halls looking for Sharky)
Where: Everywhere!
When: Mid-October
Warnings: Violence. Cult stuff. Cannibalism. Skinning. Gore. The standard Pratt warning buffet.
Notes: Bracket or prose, live your truth.



1. The World Is Weak - Laundry Room
It's already been well established that the best place to have a breakdown on the ship is in the Laundry Room, so that's where Pratt is. Though he's not crying, he's not yelling or throwing things or freaking out over a jacket like last time. No, he's pacing. Back and forth and back and forth, again and again while staring at the ground. He has his arms folded, clutching across his chest, which is an awkward position while walking but he doesn't move them.

He doesn't know what to do. Well, he knows what he wants to do, but he also knows that he is the master of terrible decisions so maybe he should think about it?

Back and forth. Back and forth.

Enjoying yourself?

"Shut the fuck up."

2. Eviction Notice - Decks

When Deputy Pratt leaves his room in the morning, he's wearing his full uniform, his belt jangling with every step, along with the dog tags around his neck. Idly he trails his fingers along the wall as he goes, dragging through some of those bloody notes left on doors without even seeming to react to it.

"Sharky! Shaaaaarkkkkyyyy..."

For all that people have seen him sobbing into mashed potatoes, enjoying himself in the arcade, or just generally being a morose but kind of endearing dork, there's another side to him that even Clarke hasn't seen. The last time he was walking like this he was losing himself to the conditioning and barely knew what he was doing. This is different. Pratt is in absolute control of himself and that is so much worse.

"It's been a day and we had a deal. A pact even." Pratt normally sounds like a raven with laryngitis, but right now his voice is so low and controlled when he talks that it could probably be used to grind glass. If it's not obvious Pratt is pissed. He's fucking furious. And that cold fury is being bottled up, saving it for later, for when he needs to act.

"It's okay, you can come out. We just need to talk. We're going to have a little chat. That's all."

He gets to the end of the hall of cabins, blood trailing from his fingers across all the doors from the loving notes left to Ebalon. He reaches up to his forehead, using the blood to draw a cross down his nose and across his forehead.

"Did you think you were finally free?"

This is probably fine.

Comments

[theweakhavepurpose]

[He does freeze when he feels that wind and hears the voice, so it's probably a good thing Venti didn't sneak up on him. ]

Yes. Yes, something is the matter. But it'll be okay, I'm going to sort it all out.

[He turns his head to look at Venti without turning any of his body, giving him the weird impression of being a marionette.]

This needs to be discussed in person. Don't worry, Sharky will be fine.

[Since, you know, it's not Sharky.]

[wimdy]

Mr Pratt, you said once that you would rather destroy Mr Seed’s things. You shouldn’t be wearing those, surely. [ unless something has changed—it clearly has, but it surely isn’t for the better. ]

Do you recall when you’d endangered Miss Clarke and what happened with the two of you? [ he knows the broad strokes of what happened, but he’s trying to get a gauge of pratt’s… lucidity right now, or memory. ]

[theweakhavepurpose]

[ He reaches up to grab the dog tags around his neck, not looking at them. ]

I know. I shouldn't be. [He laughs, something hollow and wrong pretending to be laughter. ] You remember that and he doesn't. He's not gonna say shit about it. That's how I know. They were both right and that... that isn't Sharky.

[ An actual glance at Venti, looking slightly more like Pratt and less like one of Jacob's judges.]

Clarke isn't who I'm after. She'll... She'll understand I think. Probably. I'll deal with her later it'll be alright.

[wimdy]

[ on one hand, it seems he's... somewhat lucid, which is both a good and bad thing. maybe he can be reasoned with. but it also means he's dead-set and in his right (-ish) mind about hunting down his friend.

also, ] By 'deal with', you mean...? [ just. to be as clear about this as he can. ]

[theweakhavepurpose]

I dunno how else to get whatever that is out of Sharky. It's fine, he'll revive and be himself again. That's what's gonna happen. Easy peasy.

[Solving his problems with violence sorta worked back home, no reason it won't sorta work here! This plan is flawless.]

Don't tell Clarke til later, because if this doesn't work then she doesn't need to know. No harm no foul.

[wimdy]

Do you know there have been delays with revival? In either case, that’s really not a reliable way to try to… [ something is ‘in’ this person? he doesn’t quite think possession at first, wonders if he means some kind of parasite or something in which case isn’t killing pretty extreme?? ]

What exactly is the matter with Mr Sharky, in the first place? [ because oh shit it does occur to him, he’d totally met him and he seemed friendly enough. if something’s up, it might be worth trying to find and warn him after all. ]

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Groaaaaan.] Are you telling me Friday is broken too? Along with the rest of the ship? What the hell?

[Well that sucks. It doesn't really change his plans but it definitely blows.]

He's.. .not himself. He's someone else. That's either something in Sharky's body, or it's someone wearing a ... Sharky suit.

[Dammit Venti, he can't even make a Men in Black Edgar Suit joke here because he's pretty sure Venti won't know what that is.]

[wimdy]

She’s been remarkably scarce, as I’m sure you’ve noticed many of the ghosts are and service on this ship. Not to sound skeptical or anything, but how can you be so certain that this Mr Sharky isn’t himself? Quite a lot has happened, we’re all under quite a lot of stress here.

[ he could be acting odd and off but to presume this must mean something is… piloting a sharky suit, still sounds like a stretch?? and is it really something solved with murder?!

he could hope patient questions could slow pratt down or have him re-evaluate while he wonders if he should go find sharky or not. ]

[theweakhavepurpose]

Because I've known him my whole fucking life, that's why. And I've known him under stress before, this isn't that. And almost all the shit from that info meeting we already knew. The Captain told me to my face we're timeline copies and can't go home, so like.. he's had months to process that.

This is something different. He talks wrong, acts wrong, he's even drinking wrong.