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come_sailaway2022-11-21 12:49 am
sonofabinky) wrote in come_sailaway2022-11-21 12:49 am
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we're not lost!
Who: Max and YOU!
What: There'sa dog wearing a Nervous vest who compensates for it with humour a Max on the boat. No, not the omnic one, another Max.
Where: The cabins, Tommy Bahama, wildcard
When: Late November with the arrival of the new batch
1. bang-bang into the room (closed to Jeff)
Soooo. About that nasty brackish blood coating the mattress, and the underside of the duvet, and the pillow, and the headboard, as if someone lying in bed had just... exploded.
It's fine. Don't worry about it.
Also, the bathroom is damp and warm where somebody's used the shower. The wet towels are at least folded, though, as though whoever invaded Jeff's room had a brief attack of conscience before they raided his wardrobe for a shirt and trousers.
That same whoever, a little while after muster, carefully elbows open the cabin door. There's a washing-up bowl of water in his arm, a bottle of hydrogen peroxide in his hand, and an expression on his face of the deepest trepidation.
2a. bang-bang all over you (OTA)
After arriving with not even the clothes on his back, Max feels the definite need to find something more appropriate to wear. Luckily there's a hilariously overpriced beachware store here to supply his every need!
His outfit right now is... unfortunate. His t-shirt is emblazoned with the band logo of
And if you're in a position to, you might be asking yourself: aren't those Jeff's fucking clothes?
And the answer would be yes. Yes they are.
The first thing Max beelines for is a pair of sneakers that fit. After that, once he's no longer walking around like a summertime John McClane, he starts to take his time wandering the racks; he stops occasionally to admire a particularly hideous print, or to wonder why they have Christmas-themed clothes for sale in what he's still pretty sure is August.
Currently he's squinting intensely at a t-shirt, trying to decipher whether the Shining joke is intentional.
2b. just wait a minute, let me take you there (OTA)
...and then there's a rustling behind him. He looks around with alarm, because, uh, well, he's had bad luck with things creeping up on him in big empty places, okay?
"Oh, what?"
It's. Clothes. It's a moving bundle of children's clothes.
And then another. And another.
Max very slowly freezes.
"Oh man. See, this is awkward. I hadn't asked myself if I was hallucinating in like, at least fifteen minutes."
It's a nervous joke, and it doesn't deter them. And then, from behind, one pounces and lands heavily on his back.
"SHIT A BRICK," opines Max shrilly, and as the others give chase he fucking runs, with the bundle that hit him hanging on like a particularly vicious limpet. Is that a zipper catching him or does this thing have teeth?!
3. and wait a minute til you ooohhhh hey (wildcard)
Max will be poking around the ship with the attitude of a very confused and lost puppy. If he sees someone human, or apparently human, he'll pause, and then give them a confused and lost wave. If he sees someone obviously nonhuman, he will gawk like an idiot. If it's night, you might catch him on deck, looking up at the nearly-new moon with a deeply worried expression.
Feel free to wildcard in and encounter him wherever!
What: There's
Where: The cabins, Tommy Bahama, wildcard
When: Late November with the arrival of the new batch
1. bang-bang into the room (closed to Jeff)
Soooo. About that nasty brackish blood coating the mattress, and the underside of the duvet, and the pillow, and the headboard, as if someone lying in bed had just... exploded.
It's fine. Don't worry about it.
Also, the bathroom is damp and warm where somebody's used the shower. The wet towels are at least folded, though, as though whoever invaded Jeff's room had a brief attack of conscience before they raided his wardrobe for a shirt and trousers.
That same whoever, a little while after muster, carefully elbows open the cabin door. There's a washing-up bowl of water in his arm, a bottle of hydrogen peroxide in his hand, and an expression on his face of the deepest trepidation.
2a. bang-bang all over you (OTA)
After arriving with not even the clothes on his back, Max feels the definite need to find something more appropriate to wear. Luckily there's a hilariously overpriced beachware store here to supply his every need!
His outfit right now is... unfortunate. His t-shirt is emblazoned with the band logo of
THE FLAMING NIPS; this involves flamethrower tits, which were already drawn big enough before they were stretched over Max's chest. He's only multiclassed a level or two into beefcake, but the shirt was still clearly intended for a much slimmer man, and it's struggling. His attempt to dress it down with a similarly-snug customised colour-blocked jacket is Not Working.And if you're in a position to, you might be asking yourself: aren't those Jeff's fucking clothes?
And the answer would be yes. Yes they are.
The first thing Max beelines for is a pair of sneakers that fit. After that, once he's no longer walking around like a summertime John McClane, he starts to take his time wandering the racks; he stops occasionally to admire a particularly hideous print, or to wonder why they have Christmas-themed clothes for sale in what he's still pretty sure is August.
Currently he's squinting intensely at a t-shirt, trying to decipher whether the Shining joke is intentional.
2b. just wait a minute, let me take you there (OTA)
...and then there's a rustling behind him. He looks around with alarm, because, uh, well, he's had bad luck with things creeping up on him in big empty places, okay?
"Oh, what?"
It's. Clothes. It's a moving bundle of children's clothes.
And then another. And another.
Max very slowly freezes.
"Oh man. See, this is awkward. I hadn't asked myself if I was hallucinating in like, at least fifteen minutes."
It's a nervous joke, and it doesn't deter them. And then, from behind, one pounces and lands heavily on his back.
"SHIT A BRICK," opines Max shrilly, and as the others give chase he fucking runs, with the bundle that hit him hanging on like a particularly vicious limpet. Is that a zipper catching him or does this thing have teeth?!
3. and wait a minute til you ooohhhh hey (wildcard)
Max will be poking around the ship with the attitude of a very confused and lost puppy. If he sees someone human, or apparently human, he'll pause, and then give them a confused and lost wave. If he sees someone obviously nonhuman, he will gawk like an idiot. If it's night, you might catch him on deck, looking up at the nearly-new moon with a deeply worried expression.
Feel free to wildcard in and encounter him wherever!
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"Oh, you know. All of the above."
God, and he has no idea whether this guy is a gossip or what. He's honestly not sure which freaks him out more: the idea of people knowing now, or the idea of nobody knowing when the next full moon comes around.
Actually, put like that it's pretty clear which would be worse. If Laura's putting her mind to getting away then they can probably get away, but what if they can't?
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"Hmm." A neutral sound; his expression didn't change since this conversation started. "Did you decide what to do when it's full moon, then?"
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He slumps onto the nearest chair, looking into the middle distance.
"I dunno. Boat in the middle of the pool? Still water is kinda like werewolf Kryptonite--" (he'd sure never heard of that one before, so maybe this guy hasn't either) "--so maybe it'd... keep me in one place? I dunno."
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So yeah, he'd never heard that before, either. Natsuno leans back in his seat, arms crossed, already thinking.
"Werewolves are strong, right? So you might be able to jump across the pool and on the deck. You'll be better off taking a lifeboat out - the ship doesn't actually move, so the sea should count as still water."