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justneedsomehelp ([personal profile] justneedsomehelp) wrote in [community profile] come_sailaway2022-11-07 12:29 am

a sickened mind and spirit

Who: Marc Spector & You!
Where: Various locations
What: November catchall, October fallout.
When: Post-possession and onward.



could i mistake myself for someone? (closed to steven)

He's disoriented when he wakes up, eyes snapping open, his breath catching in his throat. He can almost-- feel hands around his neck still, half-remembered alcohol-hazed memories of Maeve sat on top of him and choking the life out of him. That griping confusion and betrayal and half formed 'No, this is wrong' lingering in his head. But he doesn't feel hungover. He doesn't feel anything beyond gripping panic and the inability to get in a proper breath.

Steven.

His head whips around to where the other man is snoozing next to him, comfortable from the looks of it. Marc realizes he has no fucking clue what time it is and he's hardly in any state to check or care. All he does is sit up in bed to rub his throat.

"Steven? Hey, Steven..."

Fuck.

He hates that feeling, where he's wondering if it was all a nightmare or if it really happened. If he's lost more of his mind. It'll inevitably become worse if he realizes nearly a full month's nearly gone by on him. But right now, he just needs someone to tell him he's--

What? Okay? That's pathetic. Not crazy? That's even worse.

"Steven--"


who lives behind my eyes? (closed to maeve)

When he realizes how much time has past and when the panic's settled... well, he's off to talk to Maeve. Something clearly-- happened. It had to, right? Marc isn't one to trust people easily, and he'd-- be gutted if someone he'd counted as a genuine friend decided to get him drunk and kill him for no discernable reason.

So if something happened, good chances are Maeve is just as fucked up as he is. He can't ignore that. That's why he showers, dresses, and heads out as soon as he's feeling steady enough to do it. At least he's-- used to losing large chunks of time.

He reaches out to knock when he gets to her door, wondering if-- maybe he should have sent a text first. Let her know he was coming by.

"Hey," he calls out instead. "It's me-- Marc."


voices in the darkness (photos at sea)

Guess who's furiously going through photos of himself? He doesn't know if it'll help him piece anything together, but-- it's worth a shot. Maybe it's just a lifetime of crazy going on in his head, but-- the guy he keeps picking out in some of the photos? It doesn't look like him, feel like him. The smile is all wrong, the posture is different in some cases.

He wants to scream when he sees him hanging on Steven on the deck, on a date from what it looks like.

He wants to tear up every single photo. Pratt, Ava, everyone else he passed or talked to that managed to get caught on film.

There's a frustrated cry that leaves him as he crumbles one of them up in his hand.


scream away my mental health (tauva)

He's looking to make some bad decisions. If he's not throwing up over the side of the ship by the end of the night or throwing punches with the first person who seems down for a fight, he's clearly done something wrong. Steven's gonna be upset. Oh, he's going to be very upset, but-- he can give Marc this one time, right? Then he'll get his shit together.

Maybe.

It just sucks he can't fight someone responsible for all this shit. But whatever. He'll find something that'll do.


can I ask a question (calgona)

Well, if he can't drink the shitshow of last month off his mind, maybe he can steam it out in the sauna or work it out in the gym. He won't say no to a little bit of company. Some sort of distraction. He'd actually maybe be a little bit grateful to be pulled out of his own mind. He feels weird in his own skin, wrong. He can't quite keep dwelling on it... it's not healthy. He knows that much.


to help me save me from myself? (library)

"Alright, so," he starts conversationally, eyeing up the first person who doesn't seem like they'll mind a little chitchat.

"You got any recommendations in here? Never been much of a reader, but..." Steven likes it, and he could use a little bit of distraction for himself.


set me free, oh (pool/hot tub)

Sometimes the pool isn't so bad to hang out in and he can be seen around it with a drink or two. Maybe not quite in the pool -- maybe just lounging around near it. Maybe sometimes on his back in the water just floating.

And when he's not there? He's in the hot tub with his eyes shut. He might not fuss if someone wants to step in and join him really.


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voices in the darkness

[personal profile] decohere 2022-11-07 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey..." Ava begins hesitantly, lingering nearby. She plucks at a photo of herself, trick-or-treating with the girl that was not really Fio. Dressed in matching angel costumes. She hates this, having this moment stolen from them. That she can't even enjoy the picture. "It's. Not a good time, is it?"

Because whatever she's going through, she imagines it's much worse from his side of it. And... does he even know? Does she tell him? Is it her business? She glances over, and away again.
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[personal profile] decohere 2022-11-07 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
"You didn't do anything to me," Ava insists, first of all. "I never got the asshole's name. But he wasn't you," and she doesn't want anyone taking responsibility for... how their body was misused. But she suspects that his own mental health situation might not be so kind to his perception. Where he's used to his body sometimes not being quite his. Waking up not knowing what happened.

"But no. Right there, I... well, first I was attempting to scope out more potential bodysnatchers. And missed the obvious. Because I. Needed to apologize to you. And I think I got a little... unfairly irritated. Because you weren't taking it quite the way I expected. But then I didn't think I had a right to really decide how that-" Ava shakes her head. "I messed up, is what I mean."
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[personal profile] decohere 2022-11-07 09:20 am (UTC)(link)
"That's not..." she doesn't want to argue that with him. "It was difficult because they had access to your memories. They knew how to lie, how to behave around people that knew you. Some of them were better at it than others." For the ones she figured out, there were just as many she didn't.

Ava closes her eyes, breathes out slowly. This is her third go at this very same apology, and she's still not quite got it figured out. "I've already told Steven," she starts with. So he doesn't have to worry about that aspect. "But. I told your secret. To Sharky. On a night I was very... upset. It wasn't out of malice or any intention to harm either of you. But it was still very wrong of me to do. And I know you're dealing with a lot of other messed up things right now," Ava continues, apologetically. "So I can either go away. Or answer any questions you have about... what happened."
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[personal profile] decohere 2022-11-07 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm sorry," she says. "And I don't... I don't how to make it up to you because... the rest is much worse." Ava glances around, uncertainly.

"Do you want to go somewhere else?"
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[personal profile] decohere 2022-11-11 09:47 am (UTC)(link)
"It's up to you whether you actually want to hear it or not. Now. Or from me. At all. I..." she's not the most comforting, always seems to upset people worse when delivering news they don't want to hear. Maybe she should keep those things to herself, keep drowning under the weight of all the secrets she gathers because she's never learned how to just stop. But she feels like this is something Marc is going to find out eventually, and maybe this is the easier way.

"If you rather not, we can just go... get coffee instead." But that's the place she tends to feel most comfortable in, so she flickers off in that direction.
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[personal profile] decohere 2022-11-12 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Ava's quiet the rest of the way to Sand Dollars, hands shoved in her pockets, going over in her head how she wants to tell him any of this.

She orders a latte, and settles into a chair, glad the place is empty. And waits for Marc to get situated. "I just want you to understand that anything that happened isn't your fault. Okay?"
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[personal profile] decohere 2022-11-14 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Nah, nothing is okay about the situation. She had that conversation with Maeve as well. As unfair as it is, they have to deal with the aftermath. "So you've talked to Steven," Ava frowns into her mug. "Did he... seem okay?" Now she looks more uncertain, uncomfortable.

"He didn't tell you anything happened?"
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[personal profile] decohere 2022-11-14 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay. Uh. So maybe this guy was just saying things to mess with me..." Ava replies slowly. Because it had worked, it had been rather upsetting.

"But if Steven's fine..."
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[personal profile] decohere 2022-11-14 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"With me? No. He was being a bit of a creep..." Ava replies uncomfortably. "Made it sound like. Things. Happened. Between him and-" she falters. "It made me really upset."

And she knows it's going to upset Marc as well. She bites the inside of her cheek sharply. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."
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[personal profile] decohere 2022-11-14 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"It sounded... sexual," Ava winces, because she's in dangerous territory with no idea how to best handle any of this. "And I know this... isn't my business and I'm not the ideal person to tell you. But he told me. He told me Steven didn't know." And she's not doing a good job of hiding how angry she is because of it.

"So I killed him. And I made sure it hurt."
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[personal profile] decohere 2022-11-16 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Ava presses her palms over her eyes, really hates being in this position where there's no right choice to be made and all she can really do is make things worse. Because withholding the information seems wrong, but then the truth ends up hurting. And none of it is her fault, she knows that, but his response confirms she messed up. She should have shut up, stayed out of it. "Sorry, I... was afraid you'd find out in a worse way." But maybe Steven was choosing to keep it from him, so Marc wouldn't have to deal with the guilt, and she just took that away.

"Don't have to thank me. I did it because it needed to be done. I know it probably doesn't feel like it, with me being such a bitch all the time. But I do care."
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[personal profile] decohere 2022-11-20 09:21 am (UTC)(link)
She exhales slowly, wants to protest, but. "Fine, yeah. Peter said I need to work on my. Confidence." Outside of her few areas of expertise, she tends to struggle. And feeling like anything other than a failed attempt at a villain is one of them.

"And you shouldn't have to be in the position of comforting me about it. I'm sorry too. That you're... stuck dealing with whatever fallout. None of it's fair. You're not alone though, okay?"
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[personal profile] decohere 2022-11-27 11:22 am (UTC)(link)
"... My boyfriend," Ava informs him. "Tall, British. Sophisticated. No eyebrows." Said fondly.

"And no, I don't envy you at all. That's... beyond..." anything she personally knows how to deal with. She feels sick, not even being directly involved.

She gives a small, strained smile. No, she doesn't intend to talk about it anymore. Usually she knows better, to respect people's business. That entire night had been a breaking point for her. She's never dealt with loss all that well. "Not anymore, no... It's. Different. Nice in some ways. Terrifying in others. Luckily there's nowhere for me to really run from it, even if I wanted to."