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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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No thank you, I am fine. [But she will chill at the railing and take a look into the depths. She can't get that ship underneath them - and the maw of the Kracken - out of her mind.] Lady Freyja asked that I make tea, so I did. But I would have done so anyway. It is very common to have tea, where I am from.
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[He raises his cup to toast her, even though Flayn probably didn't do much besides add hot water to leaves...but it's fine.]
Y'know, lot of people back at home enjoy having tea and biscuits. I'd offer to make some, but you really don't want to try my cooking.
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[Tea is like the only thing she can make that is potable to anyone but Dimitri, it's canon.]
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I appreciate the unfounded confidence. Perhaps if the Captain is kind enough, he’ll give us an Easy Bake Oven so we can compare our efforts.
[He’s joking, but it’s unclear if Flayn will get that. He turns to look back out towards the ocean, sipping on his tea.]
Of course, I’d rather die than feel as though I owe the Captain anything.
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She wants to ask if it really is possible to have an oven that makes baking easier (and perhaps less prone to mishaps), but this is a rather serious sort of evening. Perhaps she can ask another time.]
I would also rather not owe him anything.
[He is owed NOTHING he is a MEAN BUTTFACE who kidnaps people and steals their things and delights in murder.]
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Lord. Could you imagine once we face the bastard down, he claims that we should be grateful for still being alive?
[He can already imagine the Captain’s stupid, smug face.]
The man thinks of himself as nothing short of a genius, I wager.
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You know what? If he said a thing like that to me, I...[A huff!] I would not want to be him if that happened!
[Honey what are you gonna do, hit him with your tiny fists]
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You tell ‘em, Flayn. [He snorts.] Listen--when we get off this miserable cruise ship and track that bastard down, you can tell him what for. Make sure to be as mean as possible.
[He makes it a point to say ‘when’, and not ‘if’--even though he knows that, with every passing day, it’s more than likely to be an ‘if’.]
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[She'll say a heckin swear and everyone will be shocked at just how many she knows.]