come_sailaway | Are you on the square? Are you on the level?

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.

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He peers into the laundry room. It's a bit odd that he's down here true, but he's trying to find something to get the stain out of a white linen scarf before it sets and he's trying to take some of the burden off of others now that things are a little...tense.

He sees Pratt and the man is clearly... not well.

"Oh...er...hello. Are you alright?" He frowns. "Are you feeling a bit...down again?" He doesn't know the term for it. Murderous seemed rude and he's not entirely sure if it's true, but he's not entirely sure if it's not either.

He freezes and stares at Stede, mind completely blanking on how to proceed. There's about three people on the ship he absolutely does not want to explain this to, and Stede is near the top of it, right behind Fio.

"Urk." A grand start. Well done. "I... Uhm."

Think dammit think. Can he lie and say he was in here doing something else? ~~Like what? Wanking it in the laundry room???~~

"Guess I'm not handling the whole.. ship falling apart thing real well. With everyone you know... going nuts." He frowns staring at the wall where that hallucination is smirking at him because he's enjoying the hell out of this. "Pretty sure I don't deal with stress very well."

"No... it...it doesn't seem so... You look awful." He has a feeling that this is a lot like last time, though with the added stress of-everything else. "It's alright. It happens. Did--were you doing some laundry? Have to wash out anything incriminating?" It's a light laugh but an uncomfortable hollow one since...it's not exactly a joke.

He smiles a little at the attempt at a joke, "Not yet."

Well that's ominous. He's expecting that he's going to have to do some gnarly bloody laundry here in a few hours, and that's always disgusting.

"Yeah I haven't slept in a while. Kinda freaked out the ship is gonna sink with all of us on it. And I think people are killing each other."

"Yes...well...If it does, it does, I suppose. Not much we can do to stop it." He sighs, absently picking at the wall. "People will be back. Maybe even the ship will unsink. And we'll keep sailing and sailing and sailing and torturing each other because that's the way it goes." He...might be feeling a little gloomy.

Stede. Buddy. That's very concerning. "There's nothing we can do, but rolling over and waiting to die isn't the play here. We need to figure out what the fuck happened that there's people inside.. of..... other people."

Pausing and squinting at Stede, "You feeling okay right now?"

"Oh it'll just be something else. And then something else. What does it matter really? What does any of it? It'll pass and then- something worse will come along." He smiles at the question, bright and needle sharp.

"Perfectly fine. Why do you ask."

"Okay. Sure. Maybe. But I think getting our friends back is pretty damn important? Like, it's fucked that there's other people in their bodies. Or pretending to be them. Or they're dopplegangers I don't fucking know. But it's messed up man."

He's eyeing him hardcore right now, "You're not usually this depressed. Something happen to you?"

"Yes... yes it's terrible. We should certainly do something. Something big... " He doesn't care. He does care but he doesn't care. It's hard to care about anything even as he seems to care very much about everything.

"What do you suggest? I will do whatever it takes." After all, what's the worst that could happen now? There is no worst. Everything is just... darkness.

"Okay dude, you're kinda freaking me out here. What the hell happened?" He's not sure if Stede is possessed or maybe if all of his crew is? Something is going on here.

"You're the one always saying we should talk about our problems so uh... this is that time."

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

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