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come_sailaway2022-10-17 09:09 am
ss_buttcrack) wrote in come_sailaway2022-10-17 09:09 am
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I LIVED BITCH [Open + closed starters]
Who: John Crichton & Open
What: Someone is awake from his 3 day death nap
When: wherever in this timeline it works best IDEK
Where: mostly in cabin 127 but other places mentioned in prompts
Warnings Discussion of death, zombies, gore, violence, drugs/addiction
1. Closed to Arthur
On that third night, he's gently tucked into his bed by the dutiful Friday, so that he can (blessedly) wake in a familiar place promptly at 6:00 am the next morning. He does so with a loud startled cry. His hand goes immediately to his throat. He swears he can still feel the hole, though there is nothing to indicate it ever was now. So. That's what dying really feels like? Righteous anger flares in him yet again.
"That sonofabitch! Of all the ways to kill a guy!" Why, yes, he is still mad about how he died. "Should have shot his ass as soon as I saw 'im." Speaking of? His hand leaves his throat to check for his gun. It's not there. Great. Just great. It's probably still in that stupid store.
Pouting aside, he looks around now and realizes he's in his cabin. Which also means... "Arthur?" Shit. Poor bastard's probably been out of his mind with worry. "Please, don't tell me he got you too?"
2. Closed to Bash
Now that he's got his wits about him (relatively) he knows at least one guy he really needs to talk to. So, he sends off a quick text message:
I'm up. In my cabin 127. Think we need to talk.
That's probably not at all a concerning text to receive.
3. Open
Well, hell. As if dying wasn't bad enough, he lost three entire days instead of just one. In the middle of a crisis no less! Sure, he should just be grateful to be back at all, but like hell is he going to be grateful about anything on this ship now. Screw this place! Screw the Captain!
i [CW: drugs/addiction] He spends the morning holed up in his cabin just trying to get his head around what happened and how. Nobunaga was a truly great friend for bringing his gun, Winona, home to him along with some drinks. Still, it takes a few extra hours and a few covert sniffs of his Lakah for him to brave getting out of bed to shower and replace his charred clothes (Seriously, what the hell?) to attempt to greet this day. Life goes on. Life... hah, finds a way. Still, it would do him a lot of good to see more friendly faces. He didn't realize how much he took for granted until he was facing down real and unsympathetic death. It was a good wake-up call to remind him that no one here needs him alive for his wormhole knowledge.
ii On the subject of wake-up calls. There's something else that happened during that encounter with "Jeff" that is still eating at him. That voice telling him to run. To get up. Was that just panic manifesting in a way that felt familiar or... is Harvey still here? He gathers enough courage to leave his room now, to go up to the deck to stare out over the rail at the fake ocean in quiet contemplation. He needs to do this where Arthur won't hear. He needs to be sure before he breaks this to his roommate.
"Harvey?" he mutters under head breath. "Are you still with me? You better not be playing possum again."
There's no answer.
"Harvey. I mean it. If you're here..Answer me, dammit!"
Still nothing. No matter how he tries to probe the inner recesses of his own mind, he can't find his personal parasite. That should come as a relief, shouldn't it? So why is he still filled with this deep sense of dread?
iii Eventually, the needs of the flesh catch up to him. He's hungry despite how emotionally sick he feels. So, he takes himself, reluctantly, to The Windjammer. This place has seen better days, too. Sweet mother of God what have you people been up to? But, at least there's still coffee and mashed potatoes. That's all a guy needs to live, right? Maybe some chocolate too. Maybe some ice cream.
He will lose track of the time, sitting alone at one of the tables with a half-eaten plate in front of him, slowly cooling as he stares off into the middle-distance lost in the inner turmoil of his thoughts. Maybe he should have gone to the bar instead. This kind of moping would have been better with a drink.
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What: Someone is awake from his 3 day death nap
When: wherever in this timeline it works best IDEK
Where: mostly in cabin 127 but other places mentioned in prompts
Warnings Discussion of death, zombies, gore, violence, drugs/addiction
1. Closed to Arthur
On that third night, he's gently tucked into his bed by the dutiful Friday, so that he can (blessedly) wake in a familiar place promptly at 6:00 am the next morning. He does so with a loud startled cry. His hand goes immediately to his throat. He swears he can still feel the hole, though there is nothing to indicate it ever was now. So. That's what dying really feels like? Righteous anger flares in him yet again.
"That sonofabitch! Of all the ways to kill a guy!" Why, yes, he is still mad about how he died. "Should have shot his ass as soon as I saw 'im." Speaking of? His hand leaves his throat to check for his gun. It's not there. Great. Just great. It's probably still in that stupid store.
Pouting aside, he looks around now and realizes he's in his cabin. Which also means... "Arthur?" Shit. Poor bastard's probably been out of his mind with worry. "Please, don't tell me he got you too?"
2. Closed to Bash
Now that he's got his wits about him (relatively) he knows at least one guy he really needs to talk to. So, he sends off a quick text message:
I'm up. In my cabin 127. Think we need to talk.
That's probably not at all a concerning text to receive.
3. Open
Well, hell. As if dying wasn't bad enough, he lost three entire days instead of just one. In the middle of a crisis no less! Sure, he should just be grateful to be back at all, but like hell is he going to be grateful about anything on this ship now. Screw this place! Screw the Captain!
i [CW: drugs/addiction] He spends the morning holed up in his cabin just trying to get his head around what happened and how. Nobunaga was a truly great friend for bringing his gun, Winona, home to him along with some drinks. Still, it takes a few extra hours and a few covert sniffs of his Lakah for him to brave getting out of bed to shower and replace his charred clothes (Seriously, what the hell?) to attempt to greet this day. Life goes on. Life... hah, finds a way. Still, it would do him a lot of good to see more friendly faces. He didn't realize how much he took for granted until he was facing down real and unsympathetic death. It was a good wake-up call to remind him that no one here needs him alive for his wormhole knowledge.
ii On the subject of wake-up calls. There's something else that happened during that encounter with "Jeff" that is still eating at him. That voice telling him to run. To get up. Was that just panic manifesting in a way that felt familiar or... is Harvey still here? He gathers enough courage to leave his room now, to go up to the deck to stare out over the rail at the fake ocean in quiet contemplation. He needs to do this where Arthur won't hear. He needs to be sure before he breaks this to his roommate.
"Harvey?" he mutters under head breath. "Are you still with me? You better not be playing possum again."
There's no answer.
"Harvey. I mean it. If you're here..Answer me, dammit!"
Still nothing. No matter how he tries to probe the inner recesses of his own mind, he can't find his personal parasite. That should come as a relief, shouldn't it? So why is he still filled with this deep sense of dread?
iii Eventually, the needs of the flesh catch up to him. He's hungry despite how emotionally sick he feels. So, he takes himself, reluctantly, to The Windjammer. This place has seen better days, too. Sweet mother of God what have you people been up to? But, at least there's still coffee and mashed potatoes. That's all a guy needs to live, right? Maybe some chocolate too. Maybe some ice cream.
He will lose track of the time, sitting alone at one of the tables with a half-eaten plate in front of him, slowly cooling as he stares off into the middle-distance lost in the inner turmoil of his thoughts. Maybe he should have gone to the bar instead. This kind of moping would have been better with a drink.
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"I've been threatened with death so many times that it started to lose its edge. But, no one ever actually finished the job on me before now. I had all these ideas about how I'd be when it happened. What I'd do or say. Stupid. I think part of me wanted to be able to die like a hero."
cw: idek Nobunaga contemplating death in ridiculous fashion... yeah
A quiet hum. "So the decorations stung more than the death itself?" That kind of makes sense to Nobunaga, since he's all about pride.
Re: cw: idek Nobunaga contemplating death in ridiculous fashion... yeah
"Who is Siffleur and why are you suggesting he EAT you?"
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"Are you sure you really want to find out what the Captain will do with you if you get eaten? You know, I died in one piece and it still took me three days to revive."
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"That's just because the Captain's throwing a tantrum to show we're here at his pleasure. Unless the ghosts themselves are hosting a rebellion... I need to ask the one in Jeff about it all. Still..." He does think a little more about it. And nods. "Do you think you and Arthur could look after Klaus for me if something happens? He's pretty danger prone. I'll try not to die so I can see things through myself, but it might not be up to me anyway."
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The Captain is throwing a tantrum? This is news to him. He's not as clued-in to the behind-the-scenes goings-on with the Captain and certain skeleton men. Now that Nobunaga mentions it though, he really should go have his own little talk with "Jeff."
"Take care of Klaus? Uh, yeah. I can do that. I'll do my best to keep him safe. I promise."
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Ehhhhh Nobunaga is 1) assuming things 2) using colorful language. Don't take it as gospel.
"Arigatou," Nobunaga bows, "Though in general I'm sure it'll just be easier to survive. Then I don't have to worry about being eaten at all! Bwahahah!"
okay winding this one down?
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure Klaus and I both would rather you didn't die or get eaten. Ever."
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The weirdest weirdo on the ship right here.