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Nov catch all - open + closed
Who: Number 6 + YOU
What: catch-all for November post halloween fall-out
When: Various days of November
Where: All over, see prompts
Warnings: None right now, will warn as needed
Nov. 2, Ava's birthday. Semi-closed (Established CR to Ava or 6 can wander in and say hi if they want to.)
Ava had specifically requested that this be a small and modest affair. No wild or large birthday parties. So, to that end, he has taken over a secluded section of the lounge to turn it into a small picnic spread. He's stolen linens from the dining room, along with some cutlery. And he's loaded the tables with various finger foods from the buffet. The one at the end has several pilfered types of cakes and desserts from the buffet, too. One especially large piece has a birthday candle stuck in it. That's for Ava.
Over the upper railing, he's tied a rope. On the end of that rope is a pinata shaped like an ant. That was by special request as well. There's a stick leaned up against the pillar waiting for its moment to shine. ava will, of course, get the first swing. That pinata isn't making it out alive.
By 3:00 pm, he's got everything set up and ready. Now, all that is missing is the person of honor, herself. He pulls up the sleeve of his freshly pressed dark suit to check his watch. She should be here any moment.
Nov. 5, The Drunken Sailor - Open
Friday said no bonfires. It's a shame, but he can understand it. So, he's devised the next best thing. He's sitting at the pub with a drink in hand and with a pillar of leftover birthday candles that he's melted together to create something like a torch. He's simply sitting there now watching the flame as the wax melts into the bottom of the drink tumbler he's using to hold it all upright.
"Remember, remember..." he recites to himself under his breath, slowly bringing a small paper effigy he's drawn on a napkin up to the candle flames. He lights it up and holds it carefully while it burns.
"Not quite the same, but it will have to do."
Photos at sea - Open
What is that? He freezes in place when he notices a new picture that has appeared on the wall. A picture of him...kissing thin air in the middle of the Halloween party. Of course, that's not what was really going on, but that's what the picture seems to show.
"Of all the nerve!" He tries to rip the frame down, but it won't budge.
"Come off it!" he roars at the thing. "Come down!"
He needs to get rid of this before anyone sees it!
Drawing Lessons/Portraits - Open
Once again, Number 6 can be found around the ship with his chalk pastels and his sketch pad. He might be drawing a scenic picture of the deck one moment or sketching a candid portrait of someone else the next. If it's the latter, he will approach the subject of his art once he's finished and offer it to them, saying, "Here. I hope you don't mind, but you made for a good quick study. Would you like to keep this?"
He's quick to smile at anyone who eyes his supplies curiously and to hold a hand out in invitation while saying, "Would you like to try them?" This is one of those rare times when he actually invites people to approach him in public.
Relaxing in the hot tub - Open
Perhaps he's been working himself a little too hard in the gym lately because his muscles have been terribly sore after what should be a fairly routine fitness regimen. It might be all that extra fencing he's been doing, now that he thinks of it. Fine. Maybe a warm soak would help. After resisting for months, he finally gives in to the temptation of that hot tub.
Usually, he would not like to show this much bare skin in a public setting, but he's forced to use the swim trunks that are available in the newly restored Tommy Bahama. A tropical blue pair that go down to his knees is the best he can come up with. It's an odd hour of the day. He hopes that will help. It was a relief to see the pool deck empty when he got here.
With a sigh, he sinks into the warm bubbling water, carefully arranging a towel around his shoulders to help conceal some of his bare chest. Eventually, as the heat starts to seep into his tired limbs, he relaxes back. Half an hour later, his eyes have drooped closed and he's dozing softly, unaware of anyone else who may be coming to join him.
Closed to Arthur
This conversation is long overdue. He gave Arthur a few days to recover from the events of Halloween, but no more. Today, just after noon, he knocks on the cabin door of room 127 and waits.
"Mr. Lester, are you in there? We need to talk."
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What: catch-all for November post halloween fall-out
When: Various days of November
Where: All over, see prompts
Warnings: None right now, will warn as needed
Nov. 2, Ava's birthday. Semi-closed (Established CR to Ava or 6 can wander in and say hi if they want to.)
Ava had specifically requested that this be a small and modest affair. No wild or large birthday parties. So, to that end, he has taken over a secluded section of the lounge to turn it into a small picnic spread. He's stolen linens from the dining room, along with some cutlery. And he's loaded the tables with various finger foods from the buffet. The one at the end has several pilfered types of cakes and desserts from the buffet, too. One especially large piece has a birthday candle stuck in it. That's for Ava.
Over the upper railing, he's tied a rope. On the end of that rope is a pinata shaped like an ant. That was by special request as well. There's a stick leaned up against the pillar waiting for its moment to shine. ava will, of course, get the first swing. That pinata isn't making it out alive.
By 3:00 pm, he's got everything set up and ready. Now, all that is missing is the person of honor, herself. He pulls up the sleeve of his freshly pressed dark suit to check his watch. She should be here any moment.
Nov. 5, The Drunken Sailor - Open
Friday said no bonfires. It's a shame, but he can understand it. So, he's devised the next best thing. He's sitting at the pub with a drink in hand and with a pillar of leftover birthday candles that he's melted together to create something like a torch. He's simply sitting there now watching the flame as the wax melts into the bottom of the drink tumbler he's using to hold it all upright.
"Remember, remember..." he recites to himself under his breath, slowly bringing a small paper effigy he's drawn on a napkin up to the candle flames. He lights it up and holds it carefully while it burns.
"Not quite the same, but it will have to do."
Photos at sea - Open
What is that? He freezes in place when he notices a new picture that has appeared on the wall. A picture of him...kissing thin air in the middle of the Halloween party. Of course, that's not what was really going on, but that's what the picture seems to show.
"Of all the nerve!" He tries to rip the frame down, but it won't budge.
"Come off it!" he roars at the thing. "Come down!"
He needs to get rid of this before anyone sees it!
Drawing Lessons/Portraits - Open
Once again, Number 6 can be found around the ship with his chalk pastels and his sketch pad. He might be drawing a scenic picture of the deck one moment or sketching a candid portrait of someone else the next. If it's the latter, he will approach the subject of his art once he's finished and offer it to them, saying, "Here. I hope you don't mind, but you made for a good quick study. Would you like to keep this?"
He's quick to smile at anyone who eyes his supplies curiously and to hold a hand out in invitation while saying, "Would you like to try them?" This is one of those rare times when he actually invites people to approach him in public.
Relaxing in the hot tub - Open
Perhaps he's been working himself a little too hard in the gym lately because his muscles have been terribly sore after what should be a fairly routine fitness regimen. It might be all that extra fencing he's been doing, now that he thinks of it. Fine. Maybe a warm soak would help. After resisting for months, he finally gives in to the temptation of that hot tub.
Usually, he would not like to show this much bare skin in a public setting, but he's forced to use the swim trunks that are available in the newly restored Tommy Bahama. A tropical blue pair that go down to his knees is the best he can come up with. It's an odd hour of the day. He hopes that will help. It was a relief to see the pool deck empty when he got here.
With a sigh, he sinks into the warm bubbling water, carefully arranging a towel around his shoulders to help conceal some of his bare chest. Eventually, as the heat starts to seep into his tired limbs, he relaxes back. Half an hour later, his eyes have drooped closed and he's dozing softly, unaware of anyone else who may be coming to join him.
Closed to Arthur
This conversation is long overdue. He gave Arthur a few days to recover from the events of Halloween, but no more. Today, just after noon, he knocks on the cabin door of room 127 and waits.
"Mr. Lester, are you in there? We need to talk."
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Just because it's Ava's birthday, though, doesn't mean he can keep himself from teasing her. Not when he sees how much work Smith's put into everything.
"I see somebody's made quite the effort here," he says by way of greeting, audibly smug. Luckily for Smith, this isn't the time or place for the murder skull conversation.
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"Glad you made it," she smiles, taking the gift and inspecting it, curious that it's in the familiar wrapping paper. Had he borrowed it from Friday, perhaps? "Should I open it now?" she gives the package a small little shake, listening. Seems like something soft?
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He chuckles when she tries inspecting the gift, nodding his head. "If you'd like. It's technically regifting, I suppose... I hope you don't mind."
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She isn't quite sure what he means by that, regifting, and so her curiosity gets the better of her and Ava begins peeling the paper away to reveal a lovely white fabric. Nothing like she'd seen in the Tommy Bahama, not that she's extensively searched it. Her knowledge of fashion is limited, but even she can tell this feels somewhat expensive. "Oh! A suit," she grins, shaking out the folds so she can hold the jacket up to herself.
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He's very excited about this, to be honest, but people get weird about him giving them clothes. (One person. One teenage girl was weird about it once, and he's still carrying that with him five years later.)
"I got it in the sundries shop. I think it was probably meant for you. Unless it doesn't fit. If it doesn't fit... I don't know who it was for." Not Darcy, that's for sure. It's not nearly goth enough for her.
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The fact that it's white feels like it's intended for her. "Well she gave you my... gifts last time," Ava points out. But there's still one she received herself from the sundries earlier that day, that she's tucked away in her room for later, because she's a bit nervous about it and doesn't want people watching while she opens it. The box had felt suspiciously light.
"Now I can dress up with you and Maximilien, for poker night." That she now decided they're having. "Oh, it has pockets."
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"All good suits have pockets. And tell Maximilien I'd love to play another round of poker with him. With the Tommy Bahama around, I've got plenty to bet..."
Hehehe.
"I know he and I will certainly enjoy the cohesive aesthetic. Look, it's even in white, so you'll look like the mob boss instead of him!"
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"Mob boss, aaye?" she attempts the stereotypical accent, horribly. But it'll be nice to have an occasion to wear it. "Probably not appropriate for the wedding, huh." Being white. That seems like a faux pas.
"Oh and. I have to text you later." She gives him a little look.
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"Oh, who cares. Sit towards the back and refuse to make eye contact with any of them if they look your way." The best wedding drama is the passive-aggressive kind. (That and the kind that involves throwing fireballs at the groom, but he doesn't think he'll get that lucky...)
"Oh, you do, now??" Well, consider his interest piqued. "I wonder what it could be about..."
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Maybe she can figure out how to style it with another color to tone down the white. That'll have to be with somebody else's guidance. She's helpless at styling.
"Hah. Your favorite subject, of course." A light nudge. "I might take you up on that healing offer, though. Didn't realize just how much walking it takes to get from one end of the ship to the other."
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He definitely swivels his head briefly in Smith's direction when she nudges him -- he's the big holdout out of Ava's immediate circle, and he doesn't want to risk turning this party into an argument over whether or not dating the Captain is an ethically sound decision.
"Curioser and curioser." He looks her up and down briefly. "Is it only your leg? Did you sprain it, or...?"
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She follows the look over to 6, can read the thought behind it. Even as her own mouth curls fondly. "Well. I do like them stubborn."
With his glance over Skulduggery should be able to tell quite well which leg she's favoring, keeping much of her weight off the right. But she does grasp a bit at the fabric of her dress to lift it up more to expose her knee, covered in dark bruising up past the inch of thigh that's visible. "Busted it. Thought the swelling would go down more..." But she's been limping all over the ship instead of staying off it. "I'm pretty good at ignoring pain, but. It's annoying. Not being able to walk properly."
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"You certainly do have a type," he's happy to remind her, although the humor is sapped right out of his voice when she shows him her knee. "Ahh, that does look painful. Thankfully, nothing an hour's soak won't fix. And then you'll have a little less trouble with your tall boyfriend."
Hehehehe.
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The first part of Skulduggery's offer she's about to respond with appreciation, and then he!!! Further teases her and she turns her head away with a playful huff. "Keep that up and I'll have to go stand next to Maximilien. And plot to cut you tall people off at the knees." She grins. "... I do kinda like it, though."
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He can't wait to talk to Peter and ensure he feels the same way!
"I'm glad for you," he says, genuine enough to hopefully smooth over his teasing. "Maybe I'm biased, but I think you've made one of the better picks on the ship."
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"Hah. You say that as if there were any other picks to make."
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"But," he concludes, "None of them would be more suitable. I'm glad to see both of you enjoying yourselves."
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"You've been enjoying yourself too?" Ava asks, with a little nudge.
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"Me?" Asked at the height of innocence, as if he doesn't know precisely what she's getting at. "Loving company, mood lighting, an intimate space... what is there not to enjoy?"
He's just talking about the party, obviously. Nevermind the teasing lilt on the word intimate.