on this the night all hallows' eve

[sailmods]

who: the living and the damned
when: October 31st, 8PM to 11:59 PM
where: around the main pool on deck 6
what: HALLOWEEN PARTY, 1/2
warnings: TBA

[as you exit the elevator and walk towards the pool deck on Halloween night, you follow a sort of labyrinth of panels and decorations. about halfway through the maze, a scythe swings into your path, and a tall animatronic crackles to life:]

It is harvest time. I can smell it in the air. And I sense your soul is ripe for harvesting as well. When your time comes, my scythe will cleave your soul right off the vine like a ripened pumpkin. Time for carving!

[welcome to Halloween aboard the Serena Eterna.

the Infinite Spirit Halloween has been put to good use by a crack team of Mizuki and Ebalon, and half of it seems to now be located around the deck on the main pool. the pool has been dyed a swamp-like green; fake plastic vines and (hopefully) fake plastic limbs float in the waters. there are fog machines studded throughout that are putting out a frankly dangerous amount of fog, and it can be pretty difficult to tell if your next step is onto the floor or directly into the pool.

there is food available on a long table on the side, but it’s entirely the usual fare found in the buffet, though there are also two punch bowls: one is a delicious fruit punch, and the other is about 99% vodka and then a single orange. the bar is also open, with extra liquor bottles scavenged from the other bars on the ship. Halloween music plays from unseen speakers.

Friday is here, and dressed in costume, but never seems to stop fussing and rushing around long enough to actually have a conversation with. but, hey! Jenny is here! hooray!

have fun. you have ‘til midnight.]

Comments

[busball]

Seeing someone full out punch a fucking animatronic thing is definitely something, so obviously Klaus needs to make friends. This seems potentially like a dangerous teen that he's about to interact with, but playground/prison rules dictate that you find the scary kids and make them your friends so that you don't get knifed sometime in the night. Like the other night. He's sporting the bruise on his jaw still from then, having done his best make up tricks to cover up what was left of the hickeys on his neck.

"Do you always fight fake robotic things or just this specific one?"

[skaikru]

Playground/prison rules are infallible and seem oddly fitting for this floating death ship dressed up as a pleasure cruise. Clarke is breathing a little hard, still staring down the cackling animatronic and feeling the pulsating hurt of her knuckles having collided with the metal supports under the fake ribcage. She at least seems aware that hitting the thing had been stupid, a waste of energy on something that wasn't even a threat, and had she the capacity to feel embarrassed right now, she would. But, as things stand, there's just exhaustion and pain. The tightly bandaged ten day old burn contributes the latter a lot.

And I sense your soul is ripe for harvesting as well. When your time comes, my scythe —

For a split second, she thinks nobody probably saw that and she can just carry on. But — not to be. Klaus isn't over seven feet tall or shrieking ominously at her, he's spared a new addition to his set of bruises.

"...just this one." Not entirely true, Clarke will fight anything given the right motivator (fear or anger). "...it startled me."

[busball]

Klaus nods, smiling a little, but also glad he's not getting punched as well. Cause it seems like she might actually hurt him. Like...okay, the other guy hurt him, too, but...he was drunk. "That's fair. I don't think it can even think on its own, but who knows? I don't pretend to understand everything on this ship."

He looks at her quietly for a moment. "I'm Klaus. Hope you didn't hurt your hand too bad because I definitely have no medical abilities, but...probably it'll be okay?" They reeeeaaaalllyyyy hope so. Even if the bandage seems to be likely another injury they could have re-hurt.

[skaikru]

"It's fine."

That's a quick and well practiced response, even as her hand flares out another S.O.S. signal of pain, lancing through bone and musculature, through a residual burn that still throbs sharply. She wants to immediately cradle it to her chest, but resists. Instead focuses in on the man in front of her, and is only slightly alarmed at the thought of sentient animatronics.

It's against her very nature to say something as banal as nice to meet you, when everything aboard the Serena Eterna strays so far from nice in her book that it'd just add insult to disingenuous injury. So instead, what Clarke eventually levies his way is a prim and polite:

"Hi, Klaus. I'm Clarke." There's a beat where that's awkward, but the eventual follow-up is a hand (her right hand, not the one that'd punched the robotic decor in the face) extended to shake.

[busball]

"Uh huh. Okay."

He doesn't believe her, but that's neither here nor there. He's also not going to press on it. It's not for him to question people's pain tolerance. It isn't like he hasn't smashed a snowglobe into his face for dramatic purposes. Sure, it hurt some later, but whatever. It got the job done.

They smile a little. "Cool. Nice to meet you." Probably. He takes the hand with his own and shakes it. He is definitely just that person. Probably Grace's intervention. Teaching them manners. Except for those times when they really are just fucking travesties. "Maybe we can go inside and away from the robotic whatever that is. In case it turns out it is sentient and might fight back."