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come_sailaway2022-11-21 06:01 pm
littlefairytale) wrote in come_sailaway2022-11-21 06:01 pm
Teen Party? Teen party [OPEN]
Who: Ruby Rose & other teens/young adults on the ship
What: Party stuff and a sleepover!
When: 24th November?
Where: Playback!
Warnings: Nothing yet but who knows with the teens on this boat
Notes: What it says on the tin, this is a sleepover/party aimed at the teens and young adults on board, including a truth or dare game that will clearly not go at all wrong. Adulty-adults poke your nose in at your own risk but the upper age limit is wavey hands, you are not actually going to get carded at the door.
The idea comes to her and is acted upon in true Ruby fashion: rapidly and without hesitation. From first getting struck by the thought to posting the fliers there is, in total, maybe 48 hours and most of that is actually sequestering materials. What eventually makes it to the walls is a very basic flier with a very rudimentary stick figure drawing of a bunch of happy, smiling teenagers that look vaguely like some of those Ruby knows are onboard, a disco ball, music notes, and a single badly drawn gaming cabinet.
PARTY & SLEEPOVER IN PLAYBACK
Teens and young adults only!
24th of November
PJs encouraged, blankets provided but you can bring your own, same for snacks, alcohol is up to you I am not your mom
More movies, games, etc. all very much appreciated!
There will be truth or dare
NO MURDER ALLOWED!!! >:C
These pop up around the cabin area, playback itself, and the atrium, though you might get a personal invite via text or in person if Ruby already knows you. If you're (un)lucky enough to know her well, you might even get dragged into set-up the day before.
What set-up? Primarily, carrying down as many blankets and pillows as is possible to Playback and creating an ungodly pile of them in the lounge area that may spill a little over the border into the arcade. There are snacks of all sorts collected from the various food establishments on the ship, though if anyone wants ice cream there may have to be snack runs on account of melting. Alcohol is not banned but is also not directly supplied (though Erin does bring some, her warning is transcribed word for word and attributed to her). And whilst Ruby herself does not have movies or games (besides those in Playback itself) there is very much a space set aside for them, as she assumes at least some people have some to offer.
Does she have any idea what she's doing? Not really, but it's the effort that counts, and for what it is it should do the job. Playback itself provides most of what they could want for a party like this: the lounge space, the arcade, the dance zone... even the indoor playground she thinks most of them are too old or too big for. They have options. Just learn to tune out the creepy disembodied laughter and things will be fine.
Now hopefully nothing goes too wrong. Everyone will clearly be on their best behaviour. She did ask for no murder!
What: Party stuff and a sleepover!
When: 24th November?
Where: Playback!
Warnings: Nothing yet but who knows with the teens on this boat
Notes: What it says on the tin, this is a sleepover/party aimed at the teens and young adults on board, including a truth or dare game that will clearly not go at all wrong. Adulty-adults poke your nose in at your own risk but the upper age limit is wavey hands, you are not actually going to get carded at the door.
The idea comes to her and is acted upon in true Ruby fashion: rapidly and without hesitation. From first getting struck by the thought to posting the fliers there is, in total, maybe 48 hours and most of that is actually sequestering materials. What eventually makes it to the walls is a very basic flier with a very rudimentary stick figure drawing of a bunch of happy, smiling teenagers that look vaguely like some of those Ruby knows are onboard, a disco ball, music notes, and a single badly drawn gaming cabinet.
Teens and young adults only!
24th of November
PJs encouraged, blankets provided but you can bring your own, same for snacks, alcohol is up to you I am not your mom
More movies, games, etc. all very much appreciated!
There will be truth or dare
NO MURDER ALLOWED!!! >:C
These pop up around the cabin area, playback itself, and the atrium, though you might get a personal invite via text or in person if Ruby already knows you. If you're (un)lucky enough to know her well, you might even get dragged into set-up the day before.
What set-up? Primarily, carrying down as many blankets and pillows as is possible to Playback and creating an ungodly pile of them in the lounge area that may spill a little over the border into the arcade. There are snacks of all sorts collected from the various food establishments on the ship, though if anyone wants ice cream there may have to be snack runs on account of melting. Alcohol is not banned but is also not directly supplied (though Erin does bring some, her warning is transcribed word for word and attributed to her). And whilst Ruby herself does not have movies or games (besides those in Playback itself) there is very much a space set aside for them, as she assumes at least some people have some to offer.
Does she have any idea what she's doing? Not really, but it's the effort that counts, and for what it is it should do the job. Playback itself provides most of what they could want for a party like this: the lounge space, the arcade, the dance zone... even the indoor playground she thinks most of them are too old or too big for. They have options. Just learn to tune out the creepy disembodied laughter and things will be fine.
Now hopefully nothing goes too wrong. Everyone will clearly be on their best behaviour. She did ask for no murder!
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"Hey uh-" fuck, she's never gotten his name, "You, ehn- crop top dude," she snaps her fingers as she tries to recall anything about him, "you good?"
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Jeff stops in his tracks and looks at her for a moment with an expression of profound confusion. His face kind of has a similar vibe as a golden retriever cocking its head to the side, like... a curious, gentle confusion floating around in a head otherwise full of fluff.
Crop top dude??? That's the most recognizable thing about him? That's his signature style? Fuck...
"Oh, um." Here, have a smile, it's very sunny and very convincing. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just think, uh, I'm probably not the... target audience for this party, you know?"
He's too old, yeah, that's clearly the issue here. As if his roommate, who's exactly the same age as him, isn't at the party as we speak.
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"I'm on my way out too, so like, no judgement. Parties aren't really my thing. They kinda majorly suck."
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"Really? I fucking love parties. I mean. Usually? I used to, I dunno, like, back home." Duplicity was another story entirely, and one that he doesn't really need to bring up right now, even if memories of that place are churning around in his head, making the very notion of his presence at a kid-friendly slumber party feel... weird.
"At least they're having fun in there, even if, uh, you know--" He shoots her a wry smile. "--we're too cool for this scene."
Yeah, look at them, two really cool youths.
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Just the coolest. The most rad, in fact.
"You want to go break something? Maybe draw a dick on a wall somewhere?"
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At least, Jeff's certainly not a kid. He's a 'young adult', a stupid, nebulous category that has him feeling like he doesn't belong with the kids or the proper adults here.
But the offer of petty vandalism has him perking up!
"We could draw 'em all over the Captain's door!" The Captain, as the closest thing to an authority figure to pin all their resentment on. A... magical, all-powerful, totally petty authority figure... Jeff wilts. "Nevermind, maybe... no fucking with the Captain." He fidgets a little, before admitting, "I was, uh, gonna go swipe some booze from one of the bars, if you wanted to just hang out on the deck and kill time."
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"I mean- who even has sleepovers anymore. It's so primary school."
Derisive scoff. Still, she's glad he points out the flaw in his own plan, and she snaps her finger in agreement, "probably for the best. He's grumpy."
"I don't really drink," she adds, trying to make it sound cool and nonchalant, "like- I can back home. I just don't. You know. It's probably cooler than actually drinking, since everyone does that," the ol' youth minister argument, "but I'm cool with hanging."
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Loitering, drinking, drugs, and vandalism. That's the adolescence he remembers.
"Oh yeah, right on." He accepts the admission, and its coolness, at face value, with no argument. Peer pressure PSA averted! "I've been thinking about stopping or, uh, cutting back, but, you know..." He shrugs as if to say: what else is there to do here?
To the deck to
loiterhang!"Man, I'm so glad it's not just me, you know? Like, I felt like a freak for showing up, then I felt like a freak for not vibing with the whole thing. I don't even know why I came, I mean, I thought high school parties were lame even when I was in high school, you know?"
Because he was a cool rebel who hung out with other cool rebels and snuck into bars and adult parties instead. So cool.
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"This is why I didn't go to parties," and not because she never got invited, "it's like- you're not allowed to be any way other than totally into it, otherwise you're ruining it for everyone. I hate that shit. The people here are nice or whatever but you can still always tell when you don't fit. And it's like- why do I want to be somewhere I don't belong? Fuck that shit."
They're approaching critical mass of coolness. At this rate they'll start a cool singularity and risk swallowing up the ship and everything on it.
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"Dude-- exactly! And it's like, yeah, they're nice and everyone's welcome, and I'm glad they're having a good time, but--" There's always a but, isn't there. "--I dunno, some of us just can't ever go back to being kids again, you know? Like some stuff is just so fucked up, and there's no coming back. So we show up, and we obviously don't fucking belong, and it's just fucking awkward and if you even say any of that, it's like, 'oh, yeah, well this kid had to save the world, and that kid had to fight in a war' even though it's not a competition and suddenly you're the asshole and--"
EXHALE.
"I'm just glad someone else gets it."
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Literally like music to her ears.
"It's like- why are we pretending? We all know it's bullshit. I know some of those people in there well enough to know some of what they've been through. And it's all fucked up! All of it! Like- what, you play DDR enough times and all of a sudden it's like you're not how you are? Like fuck me- if any of my shrinks had given me the magic secret of just pretending like everything is okay, I'm sure I would've saved my parents a lot of money. So yeah- totally, glad they're having a good time, but I live in the real world where shit actually like. Happened to me?"
God it's so good to get off her chest.
"Fuck, and I didn't even- 'm Darcy. Cool to meet you."
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"Yeah." He laughs a little, unhappily. "And when you do try to pretend everything's okay, it gets fucking old, anyway. It gets to where you, like... you feel like that's the only version of you anyone wants anything to do with, and... and all that fucked up stuff that happened to you would just ruin the fantasy. But it's still there. It doesn't fucking go away--"
Fuck. It's almost like a weight's been lifted, just in admitting that.
"Jeff. I'm-- it's good to meet you."
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"It's good not to have to pretend. I mean- I barely try anymore, I worked out a while ago that I'd rather be who I am than kill myself to make other people happy," little gesture to herself, indicating to her masculine mode of dress.
"Everyone has these ideas about who you are and how you're meant to act and it's just... ugh. If it's not like, people individually then it's society shit-" and now she's really getting started- "which is just- so totally dumb. I never realized how much people want you to just... sit down and shut up and not be a problem until I started going through real shit, ehn?"
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"Fuck yeah." He grins. The way she's dressed, really, reminds him a little of Ally, so there's already a fond association there... along with a little stab of longing (and guilt) for his best friend. "Me too. I mean, all the good, 'respectable' people already hated me for--" He wiggles his fingers to signify magic. "--so why the fuck should I even try to repress the rest of myself to fit in, anyway?"
Though, for all his talk, he certainly did suppress some aspects of himself, at least in certain spaces. Mostly for safety.
"It's like, you're only allowed to be minorly fucked up. After that, people just get--" He scoffs. "--uncomfortable. Even if they don't say it."
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"Honestly? I think... people kind of just want you to die if you're fucked up enough. Or at least stop making trouble for them, and that's usually the easiest way to do it. Most people like the idea that if they do everything right, they won't ever get fucked up, and they hate reminders that awful shit can happen to anyone. Does happen to anyone."
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That's what most of the magic users called themselves in the last place he was at, so it's kind of stuck.
He winces a little at the notion that others might want people like, well, them, to die. The fuck-ups of the world.
"I was gonna say I think they just want us to disappear, but I guess that's the same fucking thing. Get better like some happy Stepford drone, or fuck off to the-- to... nowhere..."
Nothing.
Oh yeah, so here we go. One of the sources of his current emotional crisis.
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Ah, and there it is. She didn't know the dude well enough to know he was possessed for most of the month, but even the brief glimpse of the Nothing she herself got was... awful.
"Mm. I think that was genuinely the worst experience of my life, and I don't even remember that much of it. It was like... anti-pain, but not in a good way. Death isn't meant to be like that."
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Anti-pain. That's a good way of putting it. The absence of all the good and bad sensations of existence, the things that remind you you're alive.
"Yeah... Me too." And the stupid thing is, he's been possessed before. And while that had previously been the worst experience of his life, he'd welcome Ziggy back any day, rather than ever have a repeat of pure nonexistence that he's still somehow aware of.
"Sometimes I wonder if I came back wrong. Like, I should just get over it, right? Everyone else is."
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Slept in a tomb with a skeleton before, but not that.
"I don't think there's a right way to come back. When you die, the person who you were dies too."
...
"Speaking from experience. Sin-Eaters are all dead ourselves. Mostly. It's complicated."
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Does that mean she, like, cleanses people of their sins when they die or something? Wait--
"Hey, do you know Bash? He's my--" Boyfriend, partner, former contractually bound Dominant, it's a long story, and he definitely doesn't want to even introduce that last bit, so instead he'll just stick with the first and simplest label, "--boyfriend, um, demigod, psychopomp--" Jeff makes a face. "Fuck, I shouldn't just, uh, assume, I mean, that's like you asking me if I know every magical witchy type here."
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For someone claiming to be a God, y'know.