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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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Which, hey, Chase gets. He's no stranger to taking things to extremes in the name of self preservation. But it's one thing when he's doing it to a handful of teenagers in Ipswich (whose-- let's not forget-- bloodline totally screwed over his bloodline). It's another thing entirely when some godlike wizard asshole does it to him!
"Although..." Chase looks up, at the ceiling, and around, as if trying to suss something out. "He could be telling the truth. Depends on the magic he's using..."
So, obvious solution: become as powerful as the Captain and take over. Easy!! Or, at least, something to think about.
"Maybe... Maybe what we need is a chance to tell everyone the real story." Chase sighs, frowning a little. "I don't think anyone here has any idea what's in store for them."
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"What's the real story?" he says, "Maybe if everyone knew what was in store they'd stop pussyfooting around."