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come_sailaway2022-10-17 11:09 am
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[OPEN] i'm taking back the crown
Who: "Jeff" & anyone who wants to visit
What: Jail :(
When: Mid-month (immediately after this post) til... end of month? What's time anymore, I don't know
Where: The Brig :(
Warnings: Possible references to violence, possession, character death
Notes: it's pretty likely that there's somebody guarding the brig at any given time, even if they're not explicitly mentioned, so things aren't likely to go off the rails here. hit me up at
weeyotch / weeyotch#8200 if you want to plot anything specific!
I see what's mine and take it
Ughhhhhhh. The brig! Is! So! Boring!! How is it, after two-and-whatever years trapped in this hellhole (plus or minus a year, decade, century, whatever, who knows how long it's been since he shuffled off to the great Nothing), this is his first time seeing the inside of the brig? Back on his cruise, if he acted up too much, and someone had to put him down? They went ahead and did it.
But not this time. No, now he's just sitting in a cell, dying of boredom, because the passengers don't have the balls to kill him.
But hey, you know what? Silver linings, looking at the bright side, turning lemons into lemonade, whatever: At least he doesn't have to pretend to be Jeff anymore.
Anyone who comes and visits (interrogates?) him will find that while he may look like sweet, simple, stupid Jeff, everything about him-- the way he moves, the way he speaks, the expressions on this face-- he's all Chase Collins.
Not that... not that anyone knows who Chase Collins is. But, well, if you want to find out, now's your chance.
What: Jail :(
When: Mid-month (immediately after this post) til... end of month? What's time anymore, I don't know
Where: The Brig :(
Warnings: Possible references to violence, possession, character death
Notes: it's pretty likely that there's somebody guarding the brig at any given time, even if they're not explicitly mentioned, so things aren't likely to go off the rails here. hit me up at
I see what's mine and take it
Ughhhhhhh. The brig! Is! So! Boring!! How is it, after two-and-whatever years trapped in this hellhole (plus or minus a year, decade, century, whatever, who knows how long it's been since he shuffled off to the great Nothing), this is his first time seeing the inside of the brig? Back on his cruise, if he acted up too much, and someone had to put him down? They went ahead and did it.
But not this time. No, now he's just sitting in a cell, dying of boredom, because the passengers don't have the balls to kill him.
But hey, you know what? Silver linings, looking at the bright side, turning lemons into lemonade, whatever: At least he doesn't have to pretend to be Jeff anymore.
Anyone who comes and visits (interrogates?) him will find that while he may look like sweet, simple, stupid Jeff, everything about him-- the way he moves, the way he speaks, the expressions on this face-- he's all Chase Collins.
Not that... not that anyone knows who Chase Collins is. But, well, if you want to find out, now's your chance.
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"You're absolutely right. We're all tight with the Captain." He twists two fingers together to demonstrate just how tight they are, in fact! Of course, he doesn't even remotely try to sound convincing. "It's such a relief to finally admit it."
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"Ohhhh, so the other ghosts are mad at you for possibly drawing his attention with things like this," a nod. "I hadn't expected that." He mentally shifts his whole mental puzzle pieces again to try to adjust the board and correct the connections and shape of it. "Do you know all of the others who are possessed?"
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Especially one as sappy as Jeff was. He could barely manage to play nice for a week, back at Spenser, and even then, he couldn't stop himself from poking at people whenever he could, all under the guise of just being the friendly new kid. (Seriously, it was so much fun, getting a rise out of Pogue just by playing gay bff to his girlfriend--)
"Yeah. Got a piece of paper? I'll write you a list."
Please do it. Please give him a pen and paper.
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He assumes what will be written is a form of Fuck you, or a phallus. Or more lies, of course to create paranoia and suspicion among each other.
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--okay, fine, he only ignores the shiv because he's got magic, and that's always going to be his weapon of choice. Besides, what he's really interested in is the paper and pen-- glitter gel? Takes him back to middle school. Hell yeah, he approves.
With a solemn nod, he gets to writing. A number, a name, another number, another name... How dare you brace yourself for a dick or obscenities, Chase isn't that crass and vulgar! He comes from old money, and thus he must hold himself to a higher standard and conduct himself a certain way if he wants to make Arthur and Gillian Collins proud!
"Here."
The note he passes back is pretty simple and totally witty. It just reads:
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Nobunaga just begins cheerfully doodling a castle around the words. "What can you tell me of your time on the ship before the Captain used you up? And got bored of you? Or was it that you got too exhausted for his games?"