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unknownseas2021-02-07 02:25 am
bathymetric) wrote in unknownseas2021-02-07 02:25 am
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WEEK 3
You wake up on Sunday. This is unusual in large part because, whether or not you did go to sleep, when last you checked? It was Friday. Saturday is missing.
And that's not all, either. Should you check your devices, there's a calendar next to the clock. The date?
December 31st.
The dead are still gone. Your material gains are still here. Every object you've moved on the ship has returned to the position it was in when you first awoke.
Once you've recovered from the shock of that, though, not all is the same as it was when you first awoke! The lock on the door leading down to the next level of the ship has been removed, allowing you free access to a whole new assortment of on-board amenities. Go play some laser tag while you try not to think about what all of this might mean!
And by the end of the week, well... maybe another tragic accident will occur, maybe it won't. No choice but to find out.
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[ ooc: Welcome to week 3! Remember to turn in your AC here and coins for regains over here! If you wish to get in contact with the npcs, Davy Jones is over here, and The Captain is over here! And as requested, profiles are accessible here. ]
And that's not all, either. Should you check your devices, there's a calendar next to the clock. The date?
December 31st.
The dead are still gone. Your material gains are still here. Every object you've moved on the ship has returned to the position it was in when you first awoke.
Once you've recovered from the shock of that, though, not all is the same as it was when you first awoke! The lock on the door leading down to the next level of the ship has been removed, allowing you free access to a whole new assortment of on-board amenities. Go play some laser tag while you try not to think about what all of this might mean!
And by the end of the week, well... maybe another tragic accident will occur, maybe it won't. No choice but to find out.
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[ ooc: Welcome to week 3! Remember to turn in your AC here and coins for regains over here! If you wish to get in contact with the npcs, Davy Jones is over here, and The Captain is over here! And as requested, profiles are accessible here. ]
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[Welp, he has been sighted. Filbo exhales and turns around slowly]
N-No, I was just leav...
[Filbo goes silent. He was about to excuse himself so Chloe could return to her intense anger, but he changes his mind. 'Is in the process of gaining a spine', his profile says. He really is trying.
Still...he also stays because he's worried about Chloe. It seems that every single time he sees her Chloe is having the worst time of her life, that's for sure. After all he knows, he can't blame her]
N-Nevermind. Uuuuh...I'm not gonna ask stupid questions. [Like 'are you okay?' or 'everything fine?'. Obviously the answers aren't 'yes'. Good grief, what should he do? How would anyone handle this?] Listen, I dunno what happened but obviously it was ugly enough to warrant being upset. Not blaming you. But if you wanna break things then maybe...
[...hmmm...okay, it's a bit of an improvised idea, but maybe tiring her out will help?]
...follow me if you want. It's not like I'm gonna force you, but maybe breaking things in a more controlled environment's gonna make you feel better? Just if you wanna, I'll get it if you don't come.
[Having invited her, Filbo steps out of the deck. He doesn't know if Chloe would follow him or not, but, well, he tried]
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Yeah? Go on. What've you got to break?
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Well, he got her to follow him. He really can't go screwing up now, not after making her following him aaaaaall the way here. Still, the original plan of just having some fun clearly isn't going to fly, so instead perhaps this will work better. Filbo pushes the ping-pong table towards the wall, until one of the short sides are touching it. Theeeeere it is...good enough]
Uh, well, here, have this racket. I don't think anyone's gonna miss a few dozen of these balls, so just...go wild, you know. Hit them as hard as you can against the wall.
[As he sees it, if she was upset enough to break a phone, then these hollow plastic balls are going to be absolutely obliterated. Probably before they even hit the wall. Heck, maybe they won't even hit the table and all, and instead fly directly at the wall]
Scream all you want and just...keep moving, alright?
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...Wreck the Captain's pretty ship? [ Huh. Okay. Okay. Chloe nods slowly, picking up the racket. She's done...a lot of things like this. Like, a lot. She takes the racket, runs her fingers over it. She looks down at the ping pong balls. Tosses one in the air. Screams— ]
And Filbo's assumption is proven completely correct, as it's with a force that dents the ping pong ball right against the wall. It's less a ball now and more a semi-circle. ]
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[Because he really likes the music]
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[Alas, rest in peace, foosball table. Well, maybe it'll be usable once it's set in place again? He hopes so because golly, perhaps he should have thought twice before saying anything.
...
Well he better take responsibility for that if someone asks what happened]
Don't pull a muscle throwing the bean chairs around.
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Spoilers, it does. ]
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M-More screaming? Maybe? So the rage just comes out faster?
[He slowly raises his paws, as if he was considering how loudly Chloe would scream and weighing the option of covering his nonexistent ears]
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Fucking— dammit— motherfucker—!!
[ There's not going to be much more than that, honestly. ]
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It's really something, isn't it? Chloe wrecking the teen zone, all covered with little beanchair beads, with the tables turned over and the TV being the only thing intact, and just a fuzzy muppet guy sitting aside on one of the only few -- or perhaps the only -- intact bean chairs, huddled and covering his ears as if that was going to make him unnoticeable while Chloe tries to let out all the steam, just watching and feeling bad for her.
It probably is a while before Chloe is done, really. Still, when he sees signs she's getting tired he finally ventures to say something else]
So...uh...mmm...ah...
[Really, what are the right words to say? 'Feeling better?' sounds so trite]
...are you exhausted?
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I'm... [ Her voice is hoarse. From all the screaming. ] I'm g'nna kill 'im. I'm gonna... gonna kill...that fucking dickbag captain.
[ Yes. Yes, she's exhausted. ]
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[Well, Filbo won't, but that's because he doesn't have a mean bone on his body. He's going to dislike the Captain, but he's not going to jump at him to try to stab him or something.
Filbo gets off the beanchair, hesitantly stepping towards her]
I'm not gonna say I know how you feel because I bet I don't. But in the end...you have to hold on and go on -- if only so you can reach that day. Be stubborn, okay? Don't let him think you're giving up.
[Well, hopefully Chloe won't actually kill the Captain, he hopes, but...that's a bridge to be crossed if that day comes. Not now, when she's like this]
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[ A little quick, a little defensive. ] 'm not...gonna let him think he can shit all over me. No way. Not him too.
[ Chloe's tired. She's so tired. She got so tired but... She wants to see the Captain burn. ]
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[Well that sure sounded like something. Should he ask...?]
...so this isn't the first time someone makes you so angry?
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Ohh I'm always angry. [ She thinks about it for a second, about going on about her shit life but—
God, she's so tired. ] ...Never mind. Just...just forget it.
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[Personal issues really are a mystery to him, hah. Knowing what to say feels like such a minefield. He really is out of his depth here. There he had gone to see Chloe and invite her to have some fun playing a game with him, and instead he took here so she could break things. If only he was a little more socially graceful, or if he knew what others needed at a time like this]
Okay, I admit I dunno what to even say. I can't figure out what to do to make you feel better right now, and I'm pretty sure...there isn't even anything. But maybe being tired will help you sleep tonight? That's...as much as I can do to help, really, so I hope bringing you here was of some help.
[At least some good may come from that -- getting her so exhausted she would crash and sleep like a baby. Things only get worse when you haven't slept well, after all]
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A little roughly: ] You don't have to say anything. No one ever knows so don't force it.
[ Did this help...? Well she's too tired to keep thinking about Max so that's one thing. In the end, she just shrugs. ]
I just...need to go. Not think about shit anymore.
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Sure! I'll...I'll get this tidied up around here before someone comes and freaks out about it. You go and try to get some rest, okay?
[Boy this is going to take ages to get in working condition again, but if he doesn't, who will, really. The Captain? Probably not]
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