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unknownseas2021-02-06 04:50 pm
dokkalfheimr) wrote in unknownseas2021-02-06 04:50 pm
And we're all adrift together through the cold mist, 'til we're lifeless together
[The preparations hit differently this time.
Last weekend was at least an attempt at being festive, even with the light supplies they have; at being joyous, at giving people at least one nice thing to look back upon before things inevitably took a turn for the worse. And now two people are dead, and instead of trying to figure out structure placement and how best to keep everyone entertained and occupied and well-fed, the preparations now are given to much more practical purposes.
Large amounts of bottled water from the machine. Bagels and bread and muffins, light starchy things to avoid forcing anyone to keep meat or seafood down after seeing a corpse. Fruit for the sake of providing energy. Avoiding including bananas for any reason. Quietly pulling aside one of the first people she sees with any experience in the matter and asking them to help her make tea.
Once she's got one of the tables at the party zone set up and the tea is on its way to being prepared, she'll set around letting people know; the invitations are simple, written in Freyja's broad, elegant handwriting:
I think another gathering tonight would be beneficial. Not to celebrate, but to remember; perhaps more importantly, to ensure that no one is alone if they don't want to be.
Tonight is hard. There is nothing further to do but get through it.]
Last weekend was at least an attempt at being festive, even with the light supplies they have; at being joyous, at giving people at least one nice thing to look back upon before things inevitably took a turn for the worse. And now two people are dead, and instead of trying to figure out structure placement and how best to keep everyone entertained and occupied and well-fed, the preparations now are given to much more practical purposes.
Large amounts of bottled water from the machine. Bagels and bread and muffins, light starchy things to avoid forcing anyone to keep meat or seafood down after seeing a corpse. Fruit for the sake of providing energy. Avoiding including bananas for any reason. Quietly pulling aside one of the first people she sees with any experience in the matter and asking them to help her make tea.
Once she's got one of the tables at the party zone set up and the tea is on its way to being prepared, she'll set around letting people know; the invitations are simple, written in Freyja's broad, elegant handwriting:
I think another gathering tonight would be beneficial. Not to celebrate, but to remember; perhaps more importantly, to ensure that no one is alone if they don't want to be.
Tonight is hard. There is nothing further to do but get through it.]
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[It's said lightly; Allenby hadn't exactly been at the center of festivities in the party zone either, arriving late and mostly taking it up on its function of feeding and watering and asking everybody about the weather. Gee, definitely not raining hedgehogs today.
She seems a little jumpier for her part, out here on the decks -- she keeps glancing at the place where the Dutchman used to be, or where it surfaced while they watched it. Spooky old things.]
That always looked like a real bad way to do a costume.
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[GOD, leave his bad fashion ALONE]
It doesn't affect you in the slightest. No one here needs to know who I am or what I look like, and I am better off staying this way.
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[Well, there's like a herd of elephants in the highly metaphorical room, certainly, but there's also a reason she established a lighter tone. She spent a good amount of time whapping her mood more or less back into a semblance of a shape and she's keeping it that way. Sort of.
I mean, she isn't even having a jab at his fashion!! Just look at what she wears on a regular basis!!!!!]
And what're you going to do if it does affect us? We're kind of trapped on a boat with you, you know. You could have tentacles under there for all we know.
[She sounds like she's kidding and she's mostly kidding. Mostly.]
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[She says that flippantly enough, but perhaps that's because she's thought about it, given that she'd been pretty suspicious of him upon first meeting. Still, she seems more relaxed about it now, even if the circumstances are considerably more dire.
Time and near-death experiences heal all ills, or something...]
It's like you said. Just 'cause we're pitted against each other doesn't mean we can't work together. Not like anyone else is going to help out, if they're not here by now.
You mean that? All the inspirational speech stuff.
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[Still flippant and more than a little unserious, or perhaps it's just something she's been turning over for no good reason while they've been idling around a cruise ship.
A quirk of her mouth that's not quite a grin and she taps on the railing. At least it's quite solid.]
Really can't tell if you've got this whole hero of justice miracle worker thing down or just real good at bluffing... maybe.