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come_sailaway2022-11-15 08:13 pm
decohere) wrote in come_sailaway2022-11-15 08:13 pm
If I am telling the truth, watching my friends break their hearts into two
Who: Ava & whoever
What: learning to fly~ and happy thoughts
When: throughout November
Warnings: possible misunderstanding of learning to fly as suicidal attempt, but fear not. no avas were harmed in the making of this post.
On her birthday, Ava received a suspiciously light box from the sundries that she shoved under her bed and waited several days to unwrap. Partially overwhelmed from all her other gifts, mostly wary. For all that it had made her nervous anticipating what could be inside, all she found was a single white feather. Ava stared at it suspiciously, shook the box upside down until it fluttered out upon her sheets, expecting something else to happen. But that was it. She tucked the feather into her hair, and hadn't thought much more of it since.
She hasn't made any connection between that, and her sudden ability to float at unexpected moments. Beginning with stealing a quick smooch from 6. Nothing that she's been able to sustain for more than a few seconds, but it's a start just as she'd given up ever thinking it was possible.
After spending the last several days straining herself so very intently, she can't figure out how to do it again. It must have been a fluke? Somebody playing a trick on her because they had caught on to what she was trying to learn with the paperclip. A weird side effect, like months ago with the water? Except nobody else seems to be experiencing it that she's noticed.
But she's determined, because she can't tell Skulduggery that it's finally worked if she can't even prove it.
i. If I could choose anything, I would be good and bad one day
ota- dining room
For awhile she tries jumping off tables with no success. In the dining room, because that's usually less popular than the buffet. Although the sorts that prefer the formal dining are probably the sorts more likely to judge what she's doing, as she steps over place settings and nearly topples right off the side when her foot slips on a plate.
ii. I would fall into love and stay, would fall into love
ota- deck rails
Next she's climbing up on the rails at the edge of the pool deck, something higher. Like a baby bird being pushed from the nest, maybe that's what she needs. A good fear of splatting to get her going. Except... she stares down at the water over the side of the ship and feels far too much self doubt and can't quite bring herself to jump. It seems cold and wet and she doesn't know how to swim all that well.
"Don't worry," she assures whoever might look concerned as they pass by. "It's not what it looks like."
iii. And it's not fair
ota- sand dollars
"Eueughh!!" Ava cries in exasperation after another day of no progress, before allowing her forehead to clunk against the cafe table, her tacky mug (a bday gift from Friday!) rattling but luckily the tea inside is low enough not to slosh in retaliation. "This doesn't make any sense. I can do it, but I can't."
She has no idea that her defeated mindset is exactly what's preventing her from doing it again.
iv. I keep on writing a sequel to stories I know that are not there
ota- various
Once she finally figures out that it's maybe linked to her mood, Ava tries improving it. She's seeking out things around the ship that she enjoys doing. Pulling out her stolen camp boat and floating out in the middle of the pool, with an iced coffee and a book. Dragging her new giant squishmallow around to inflict it upon others. Piling up her plate at the buffet with an obscene amount of shrimp. Singing Spice Girls songs on the karaoke when she thinks nobody else is watching. Slipping into the hot tub late at night to watch the stars and relax.
Come contribute to her good mood! Or absolutely ruin it. You know, whichever.
v. I don't wanna die but I don't wanna live like this
ota- hallways, promenade
After a week's worth of practice, Ava's manages to reliably get herself hovering a few feet off the ground, without losing her balance or immediately crashing right back down. She's having fun avoiding walking as much as possible, gliding with one foot hooked back behind her other ankle. But she's still not quite at the point where she trusts herself to go much higher or faster. Just doing lazy sorts of twirls and showing off to any of her acquaintances she passes.
She's lucky she's having a rather good month and is able to maintain happy enough thoughts!
vi. I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel
ota- outside your window
By the end of the month, she's at the point where she's getting a bit more daring with her stunts. Any of her friends, or random strangers, might notice Ava floating around the outside of the ship, peering through and knocking at cabin windows. And waving.
No, she's not spying! But she might accidentally catch some moments that weren't meant to be seen, oops.
vii. wildcard
ota- hit me up on discord for any plotting plans, or just go for it!
What: learning to fly~ and happy thoughts
When: throughout November
Warnings: possible misunderstanding of learning to fly as suicidal attempt, but fear not. no avas were harmed in the making of this post.
On her birthday, Ava received a suspiciously light box from the sundries that she shoved under her bed and waited several days to unwrap. Partially overwhelmed from all her other gifts, mostly wary. For all that it had made her nervous anticipating what could be inside, all she found was a single white feather. Ava stared at it suspiciously, shook the box upside down until it fluttered out upon her sheets, expecting something else to happen. But that was it. She tucked the feather into her hair, and hadn't thought much more of it since.
She hasn't made any connection between that, and her sudden ability to float at unexpected moments. Beginning with stealing a quick smooch from 6. Nothing that she's been able to sustain for more than a few seconds, but it's a start just as she'd given up ever thinking it was possible.
After spending the last several days straining herself so very intently, she can't figure out how to do it again. It must have been a fluke? Somebody playing a trick on her because they had caught on to what she was trying to learn with the paperclip. A weird side effect, like months ago with the water? Except nobody else seems to be experiencing it that she's noticed.
But she's determined, because she can't tell Skulduggery that it's finally worked if she can't even prove it.
i. If I could choose anything, I would be good and bad one day
ota- dining room
For awhile she tries jumping off tables with no success. In the dining room, because that's usually less popular than the buffet. Although the sorts that prefer the formal dining are probably the sorts more likely to judge what she's doing, as she steps over place settings and nearly topples right off the side when her foot slips on a plate.
ii. I would fall into love and stay, would fall into love
ota- deck rails
Next she's climbing up on the rails at the edge of the pool deck, something higher. Like a baby bird being pushed from the nest, maybe that's what she needs. A good fear of splatting to get her going. Except... she stares down at the water over the side of the ship and feels far too much self doubt and can't quite bring herself to jump. It seems cold and wet and she doesn't know how to swim all that well.
"Don't worry," she assures whoever might look concerned as they pass by. "It's not what it looks like."
iii. And it's not fair
ota- sand dollars
"Eueughh!!" Ava cries in exasperation after another day of no progress, before allowing her forehead to clunk against the cafe table, her tacky mug (a bday gift from Friday!) rattling but luckily the tea inside is low enough not to slosh in retaliation. "This doesn't make any sense. I can do it, but I can't."
She has no idea that her defeated mindset is exactly what's preventing her from doing it again.
iv. I keep on writing a sequel to stories I know that are not there
ota- various
Once she finally figures out that it's maybe linked to her mood, Ava tries improving it. She's seeking out things around the ship that she enjoys doing. Pulling out her stolen camp boat and floating out in the middle of the pool, with an iced coffee and a book. Dragging her new giant squishmallow around to inflict it upon others. Piling up her plate at the buffet with an obscene amount of shrimp. Singing Spice Girls songs on the karaoke when she thinks nobody else is watching. Slipping into the hot tub late at night to watch the stars and relax.
Come contribute to her good mood! Or absolutely ruin it. You know, whichever.
v. I don't wanna die but I don't wanna live like this
ota- hallways, promenade
After a week's worth of practice, Ava's manages to reliably get herself hovering a few feet off the ground, without losing her balance or immediately crashing right back down. She's having fun avoiding walking as much as possible, gliding with one foot hooked back behind her other ankle. But she's still not quite at the point where she trusts herself to go much higher or faster. Just doing lazy sorts of twirls and showing off to any of her acquaintances she passes.
She's lucky she's having a rather good month and is able to maintain happy enough thoughts!
vi. I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel
ota- outside your window
By the end of the month, she's at the point where she's getting a bit more daring with her stunts. Any of her friends, or random strangers, might notice Ava floating around the outside of the ship, peering through and knocking at cabin windows. And waving.
No, she's not spying! But she might accidentally catch some moments that weren't meant to be seen, oops.
vii. wildcard
ota- hit me up on discord for any plotting plans, or just go for it!
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Erin sighs.
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Erin takes in a deep breath. It might be time to make a polite -
"...Wait. A man who talks to ants? Like, giant ants? Or regular ants?"
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"Oh. Regular and giant, yeah."
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And besides, there's ants!
"...If it's not horrifying I gotta hear this. Was he like -" Erin gestures at her pointed ears, from fairy tales or did someone burn grant money learning to talk to ants?"
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Totally normal explanation.
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