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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Oh. You get paid more if you work more than your shift or like a certain amount of days in a row. Or holidays. Got paid triple time holidays which was great and I don't have anything to do those days anyway.

Downside is there's a zillion more drunk drivers. Just constantly doing DUIs for 10 hours in a row. Sooooo much paperwork.

That makes sense. I give extra pay for jobs well done, but it seems like it could cause a problem for people like Hideyoshi, if I paid for hours worked instead of performance. Since I had to give him an order to get a hobby.

What is... [Headtilt.] DUI? Drunk driving? It's not illegal to be drunk, right? Drunk and wielding weapons openly? Drunk and using guns?

It's hours worked because we have shifts and patrol routes and shit. And sometimes nothing happens so if it was based on arrests or something we'd start arresting people for I dunno... littering. Just to get to go home.

Oh uh.. driving under the influence. It's not illegal to be drunk, it's illegal to drive while drunk. In uh... cars. You weren't here for the diner huh... Uhm... so like.. a car is a carriage without a horse? It moves on its own and you steer it, and when people are drunk they drive them into ditches or each other or walls or whatever. People get killed, kind of a lot. That's the majority of my time actually, dealing with drunk drivers and accidents they cause.

Yeah, I can see where that would be ridiculous.

Right, Klaus told me he played bumper cars with Ava, but using the regular cars. I didn't realize they could be so dangerous. How common are cars? Does everyone have one? Adults I mean. Horses are... obsolete, yes? I think someone told me the cars run on a type of oil? "Gas," I believe it was called. And then there are lots of stations with this fuel that also have coffee and snacks. Are there no more thieves, or is drunk driving just that commonplace? Or is it a Hope County thing?

[So. Many. Damn. Questions. This is why Arthur told him only one at a time!]

Super dangerous, which is also what makes them fun so.. you know [He makes a balancing motion with his hands.] it's a trade off.

There's still horses but no one uses them for transportation, just to ride for fun mostly, well I guess unless you're a cattle rancher maybe. Plus cars don't get terrified if they spot something weird in the distance or throw a fit and refuse to move because a leaf touched their foot. [He may like horses and know how to ride, but they are gigantic morons that he's pretty sure would keel over and die if looked at wrong.]

Yeah, coffee, snacks, candy, three hundred types of beef jerky. The good shit.

Sounds fun. I want to try an airplane. Or jumping from one.

How many times have yiy been bucked from saddle? 'Fess up.

What's beef jerky?

[Every conversation with Nobunaga makes Pratt want to take him to all the restaurants forever. Get this man deep fried oreos and boba tea and a bag of doritos.]

I'm a pilot if we ever get to a place with a helicopter. 'Course you really don't wanna jump out of one because of the propeller, but I dunno how to fly a plane. Well, I could get it off the ground, but I dunno if I could land it which is the important part.

[Squint. Is this a challenge.] Three, but one of them I was like seven and I feel like that shouldn't count.

It's dried dehydrated beef strips, great snack, keeps forever.

[He'd love that! All the junk food. On the bright side this means whenever he gets worried about Pratt not eating enough, he will be bringing him lunchboxes with these snacks specifically.]

Helicoptor. What's the difference?

Hmmm. I wonder if American horses are more skittish than the ones we've been breeding since the Mongol invasion. Perhaps they get inured to the chaos after so much war. Or I naturally terrify them. It could be that. [He doesn't. He only terrifies people who don't know him, only his reputation, and cannot terrify a rabbit. Just ask Klaus.]

And it tastes good? How are there so many different kinds? [Definitely putting beef jerky in every bento box for Pratt from here to forever now.]

[He will appreciate the fuck out of lunch boxes.]

Helicopters have propellers on the top so they can hover and go up and down vertically, planes have propellers on the front so you have to have wheels on them to get up to speed on the ground before they lift off. Planes are for transportation, helicopters are to get into remote locations where you don't have much room, or to hover over an area without moving - like if you're looking for someone trapped in a blizzard.

It's meat with seasoning bro, it's amazing. Smoked, teriyaki, peppered, chili and lime, hickory, cajun, korean bbq...

And the controls are different, I assume. So you know how to fly a helicopter, but not land? Why not?

Teriyaki? [Nods!] What's your favorite?

I know how to fly and land a helicopter.

I don't know how to land a plane. Different things, different controls. I'm a helicopter pilot not a plane pilot.

[There's dozens of flavors of jerky and yet Pratt is a basic bitch from Montana.]

I like the peppered one. Cuz I can eat a shit ton of it but it's not super bland.

[He scratches his jaw, thinking about how this has gone from him nearly losing his shit in the middle of the hallway, to discussing his favorite jerky flavors. Man this ship is fucking weird.]

That makes sense. [For as little as he understands it.]

Peppered, I will remember this. I should lime to try the teriyaki, but lime too. What's the most extreme flavor? [EXTREME!!!]

Probably one of the super spicy ghost pepper ones. Like you have to handle them with gloves cuz if you get ghost pepper anything in your eyes you can go blind.

So I'm not sure why people eat it but apparently eating something that spicy is euphoric or whatever. I'm sure as fuck not gonna do it.

Amazing.

Euphoric, huh? [But not drugs?] I think I can understand that. I wonder if Ieyasu would know. He likes spicy food the most.

I guess? I don't like things that are insanely spicy, I want them to you know... taste like things still.

But if I find anything crazy spicy I'll let you know. You can try it out and tell me if it's worth it.

Nah, I usually prefer sweet. Although pop rocks is like eating fireworks.

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