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come_sailaway2022-11-03 02:21 am
pointofhonoria) wrote in come_sailaway2022-11-03 02:21 am
Well, the world might cut you down again [OPEN]
Who: Honoria Crabb & you!
What: Crabb comes back from being possessed
When: Second weekish of November on, mostly
Where: Many places on the ship
Warnings: Discussion of possession, death, etc.
Notes: Feel free to flip me to brackets I am comfortable with either style.
1. And your best might not be good enough [closed to Johnny]
You don't realise how much you take the ability to sleep for granted until it's abruptly ripped away from you. Maybe if she could go right from closing her eyes to dreaming, skip over the quiet, the dark, the almost-nothingness of drifting off, Crabb could bring herself to get more than a handful of hours over as many days, but she can't. So, she hasn't.
She's exhausted. She's terrified. She's still not actually left her room since she woke up, equally desperate for human contact and scared to face the aftermath of everything she missed.
All of this finally comes to a head when she almost passes out standing up in the bathroom, while trying to splash herself with water to wake herself up no less. She barely catches herself before she cracks her head off the sink and the sheer panic that hits is enough to simultaneously startle her awake and realise she really needs to sleep.
Sliding down to sit on the floor, back against the shower cubicle, she texts Johnny: Almost killed myself by falling asleep on my feet. Think I need an assist, here.
2. But just know you're not alone [cabins]
Eventually, she knows she has to brave the rest of the ship. Struggling with such a simple thing as stepping outside her door for more than a few minutes at a time is frustrating enough as it is, but the problem with getting more sleep and thus more energy is the stir craziness that follows.
So, eventually, she bites the bullet. Gets dressed in actual clothes again (pants and one of the assortment of flannels she apparently got delivered at some point) and tells herself she's not going back inside for at least an hour. That's doable.
Still, it's... hard. Harder than it should be. (She's getting kinda a brand new perspective on Johnny's issues, let her say that much...) So maybe you catch her before she's actually managed to leave, on any particular day, standing in the doorway of her cabin awkwardly.
3. And if you slip and lose your way again [food places, calgona, library, photos at sea]
One way or another she does, finally, start trying to get back into a routine again. Stopping by Windjammer for most of her meals in the morning, afternoon and evening—though she'll occasionally stop by Sand Dollars for coffee or a snack. During these times she's quiet, but not hostile to company, and honestly would actually welcome it even if you'd struggle to make her say so.
She starts going to the gym again, whaling on a punching bag almost as hard as Daisy did while occupying her body except, unlike Daisy, Crabb has the sense to wear wraps and stop when she feels her hands getting too stiff. You might catch her while she's still punching away, or maybe after she's decided it's time for a break and is sat against the wall with a bottle of water.
Sometimes, she swings by the library to either sit and read in one of the chairs, or check on the Black Binder and other assorted information to see if anything changed on that front in the time she was gone. Catch her staring at the damage report and mumbling, "What in blue blazes did you all get up to in only a month...?" whilst trying to ignore the creepy drawings.
And then, once or twice, you might catch her stood at the edge of Photos At Sea, staring at the displays from a distance, trying very hard to decide if she wants to risk finding what photos were taken of Daisy throughout the month. Usually, the answer to that would be an unshakeable yes, but, well, Crabb is in fact still very shaken.
Through all of this, she still can't bring herself to use the stairs. You know. Considering being thrown down them is how she got possessed in the first place.
4. Well, I'll know that you will be all right [existing CR or people who met Daisy]
Some people, however, are going to actually get a more... direct visit, from the recently returned detective. Those who she knows that Daisy would have had to interact with somewhat to keep up the act of Being Crabb, or who reasonably might have had a conversation with her at some point in the three weeks she wasn't actually around. People she knows and feels that she can go up to and just ask, "So what in God's name did she say to you, then?"
If you don't know Crabb particularly well but had an interaction with not!Crabb... well, you'll have to approach her first, much as she's tempted she can't actually go up to every single person on the ship and ask them without feeling like an idiot.
5. You still gotta try [wildcard]
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What: Crabb comes back from being possessed
When: Second weekish of November on, mostly
Where: Many places on the ship
Warnings: Discussion of possession, death, etc.
Notes: Feel free to flip me to brackets I am comfortable with either style.
1. And your best might not be good enough [closed to Johnny]
You don't realise how much you take the ability to sleep for granted until it's abruptly ripped away from you. Maybe if she could go right from closing her eyes to dreaming, skip over the quiet, the dark, the almost-nothingness of drifting off, Crabb could bring herself to get more than a handful of hours over as many days, but she can't. So, she hasn't.
She's exhausted. She's terrified. She's still not actually left her room since she woke up, equally desperate for human contact and scared to face the aftermath of everything she missed.
All of this finally comes to a head when she almost passes out standing up in the bathroom, while trying to splash herself with water to wake herself up no less. She barely catches herself before she cracks her head off the sink and the sheer panic that hits is enough to simultaneously startle her awake and realise she really needs to sleep.
Sliding down to sit on the floor, back against the shower cubicle, she texts Johnny: Almost killed myself by falling asleep on my feet. Think I need an assist, here.
2. But just know you're not alone [cabins]
Eventually, she knows she has to brave the rest of the ship. Struggling with such a simple thing as stepping outside her door for more than a few minutes at a time is frustrating enough as it is, but the problem with getting more sleep and thus more energy is the stir craziness that follows.
So, eventually, she bites the bullet. Gets dressed in actual clothes again (pants and one of the assortment of flannels she apparently got delivered at some point) and tells herself she's not going back inside for at least an hour. That's doable.
Still, it's... hard. Harder than it should be. (She's getting kinda a brand new perspective on Johnny's issues, let her say that much...) So maybe you catch her before she's actually managed to leave, on any particular day, standing in the doorway of her cabin awkwardly.
3. And if you slip and lose your way again [food places, calgona, library, photos at sea]
One way or another she does, finally, start trying to get back into a routine again. Stopping by Windjammer for most of her meals in the morning, afternoon and evening—though she'll occasionally stop by Sand Dollars for coffee or a snack. During these times she's quiet, but not hostile to company, and honestly would actually welcome it even if you'd struggle to make her say so.
She starts going to the gym again, whaling on a punching bag almost as hard as Daisy did while occupying her body except, unlike Daisy, Crabb has the sense to wear wraps and stop when she feels her hands getting too stiff. You might catch her while she's still punching away, or maybe after she's decided it's time for a break and is sat against the wall with a bottle of water.
Sometimes, she swings by the library to either sit and read in one of the chairs, or check on the Black Binder and other assorted information to see if anything changed on that front in the time she was gone. Catch her staring at the damage report and mumbling, "What in blue blazes did you all get up to in only a month...?" whilst trying to ignore the creepy drawings.
And then, once or twice, you might catch her stood at the edge of Photos At Sea, staring at the displays from a distance, trying very hard to decide if she wants to risk finding what photos were taken of Daisy throughout the month. Usually, the answer to that would be an unshakeable yes, but, well, Crabb is in fact still very shaken.
Through all of this, she still can't bring herself to use the stairs. You know. Considering being thrown down them is how she got possessed in the first place.
4. Well, I'll know that you will be all right [existing CR or people who met Daisy]
Some people, however, are going to actually get a more... direct visit, from the recently returned detective. Those who she knows that Daisy would have had to interact with somewhat to keep up the act of Being Crabb, or who reasonably might have had a conversation with her at some point in the three weeks she wasn't actually around. People she knows and feels that she can go up to and just ask, "So what in God's name did she say to you, then?"
If you don't know Crabb particularly well but had an interaction with not!Crabb... well, you'll have to approach her first, much as she's tempted she can't actually go up to every single person on the ship and ask them without feeling like an idiot.
5. You still gotta try [wildcard]
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Crabb heaves a heavy, rough sigh and drags that hand over her face, around to the back of her neck where it settles. Her nails scratch lightly at the skin. Don't bite the kid's head off, he looks guilty enough about this as it is and it's not like she doesn't know the feeling right now.
"See, I don't either. Whoever was piloting you around shoved me down the bleedin' stairs and then I lost the rest of the month, too." There's really no easy way of saying that without getting into sugar-coating territory and Crabb's... not really that person. "Christ. Figured I'd run into you eventually, ship ain't half as big as it seems, but..."
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He killed her. This woman, Crichton, fuck, who else? How many people are walking around with trauma and bad memories, all attached to his fucking face?
Not for the first time since coming back to himself, Jeff feels sick and overwhelmed with dread, guilt, horror, self loathing, every unhappy feeling he can cram into himself. What can he even say? How can he even begin to set anything right?
"I-- sorry, I'm-- I'm sorry. I can go."
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"See, look, you don't gotta do that. I ain't—" She groans, does a half-turn on the spot before looking back at him. "I ain't gonna tell you not to apologise because God only knows I've been doing the same thing, make me a bit of a hypocrite, that, but this ain't me tryna hold it against you. You just— got me startled, that's all."
She still doesn't know some of what Daisy did. That's why she's so damn tempted by the photographs. But what she does know... it doesn't look all that much better than shoving someone down the stairs, honestly.
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He still wants to fix things, somehow, if only so people don't look at him and remember a monster.
"So, um. Are you trying to piece together the whole missing month, too?"
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"You still wanna make up for it, yeah? Nah, I get that. I've been runnin' around chasin' down people I reckon this— Daisy had to have talked to, tryna see what damage she mighta done. Do damage control. Reckon my people aren't telling me all the details for my own sake, which, considering what they know of me, ain't... reassuring, about the blanks."
They all know she would rather know the truth than not, so if they're not telling her some details... they're probably pretty damn bad. Right?
"Which is a real long way to say yeah, yeah I am. Know the photos will probably have caught some 'a it, but..." Here she stands not actually able to make herself look.
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"But it's like... you don't really know if you want to see it, right?" He's quiet for a few moments, before admitting, softly, "I don't know if I can stand seeing... what my face looks like when someone else is wearing it."
Especially someone who's as big of a dick as Chase seemed to be.
"And then it's like, would looking even help? It's not like we've got any context or anything, especially if... if it's just our bodies hanging with other ghosts." Like, god, any interactions Chase would've had with Daisy would just be, what... Lost forever? A permanent blank space that they'll never be able to fill. He lets out a short, miserable laugh. "But then there's still a part of me that wants to look."
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"Usually the part of me what wants to look wins out right away. It's what I do. Poke and prod at things and ask questions I know I ain't gonna like the answer to 'cause I just need to know. But this time..."
This time, it's different. That's why it's so worrying that the others don't seem to want to tell her everything. They know she usually wants to know, so how bad is it if they don't tell her on their own without her even having to ask?
"Maybe it is that, the whole— lack of context thing, I mean. Just gonna raise more questions than answers an' God only knows if we'll ever get more than we find here, right."