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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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More importantly? It was incredibly lucky that they actually did solve it to lull the Captain into complacency. They were one step to the 'tiger den', after all. But? Reika knows that it's not the 'right' thing to think. So she keeps it to herself. It was safer that way to keep such thoughts to company that didn't care.
So, for a small while before heading to the party she's in Room 3 with the door open. Just sitting on the edge of the bed reading some bad Jack the Ripper book. Partially to finish it before Alice decided to throw it off the side of the ship to the kraken or something like that and partially to just think of something much more pleasant.
Then she's in the party zone, quietly off to the side. She's smiling her familiar gentle smile and sometimes it's like she means it. Still her mind is elsewhere.
She grabs a bottle of water and just sits down after a while. She's humming a soft song under her breath. Reika doesn't feel particularly bad but... hey. It's what she knows and might make people feel a little better?]
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Um, e--excuse me... what are you reading, if you don't mind my asking?
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The Whitechapel Horrors, a book on catching a famous murderer.
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Oh? I've never heard of this book before... who was this murderer you speak of?
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[She smiles gently.]
A person called Jack the Ripper, who sought out victims in the mist choked streets of London.
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... Or, um, have you not gotten that far yet?
[She asks, upon realizing that they might not have read this one before and thus don't know yet.]
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[She smiles gently. An actual smile, this time.]
In the book, I don't know. Sometimes they do, sometimes they don't. There are many books based on trying to figure out who Jack the Ripper was.
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[Hopefully that isn't the reason why Jack never got caught...]
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[Thankfully!]
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A--an... evil spirit?
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Mm, I can't say anyone was possessed. Do you know about how the ghosts of the dead can linger on after death?
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[Unfortunately.]
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[She pauses. I'm so sorry Lorna you don't deserve the Jack explanation.]
Trying to strike back at the world even though it took everything from you... There's something to admire there.