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unknownseas2021-02-13 06:30 pm
scouserer) wrote in unknownseas2021-02-13 06:30 pm
(too late) you're at the party
[Well, it's safe to say that trial fucking sucked. Therefore, some sort of afterparty is in order. Constantine is admittedly not good at throwing parties without some sort of liquor or other drug involved, but that's where Data and Sylvando guide him.
First order of business--invites. Upon returning to your rooms, crumpled pieces of paper have been taped to the doors. Written in poor handwriting is the following:]
meet at the lounge
bring whatever you want
[Simple, but effective. The lounge itself has been livened up a bit with Sylvando's help. Some nicely patterned fabric has been draped around on the tables to liven up the place a little, and snacks from the café and vending machines have been placed out for people to peruse.
A few supplies from the first aid room have been gathered, as well, for those who may need it. But perhaps the help is unnecessary, as tomorrow will likely bring another New Years Eve. And with it, another week of despair and frustration.
But for now, they can forget about that and pretend that all that matters is the present.]
First order of business--invites. Upon returning to your rooms, crumpled pieces of paper have been taped to the doors. Written in poor handwriting is the following:]
bring whatever you want
[Simple, but effective. The lounge itself has been livened up a bit with Sylvando's help. Some nicely patterned fabric has been draped around on the tables to liven up the place a little, and snacks from the café and vending machines have been placed out for people to peruse.
A few supplies from the first aid room have been gathered, as well, for those who may need it. But perhaps the help is unnecessary, as tomorrow will likely bring another New Years Eve. And with it, another week of despair and frustration.
But for now, they can forget about that and pretend that all that matters is the present.]
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Late in the night, she retreats with the doll to the top deck. Not for swimming or anything, just to stare out into the ocean. Everything over the last week and more floods to the front of her mind all at once.
She sinks to her knees, clings onto Emily like the last remaining lifeline she has, and screams.]
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[...Thank god he was still wearing a mask, or else everyone might just know how he really felt about it.]
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[For what, she's not sure. Everything, probably. But she seems to have given up on her food and moved herself and her doll over to the wall to sulk.]
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Thank you for voting for me. I didn't want to risk moving from my position in case her possession was more than the others could handle. [ good thing he didn't need to use sword tho. ]
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Later on, Yeager moves to the café. He's going to be messing around with mixing drinks in here for awhile to see what he can create, and if you enter the room, he'll hold up a hand in greeting.]
Would you like me to make you something? I can't guarantee it'll be great, since I'm still learning.
[...at least he's honest about it?? You could always ask for some normal tea or coffee, he can at least manage those.
Come nightfall, Yeager's out on the lower deck, leaning on the railing and looking out at the ocean. It doesn't matter just how late at night you're out, he's still here. He doesn't seem interested in returning to his room any time soon... but if things go as we expect they will, he'll end up back in there at some point with no memory of how it happened.]
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We've got to stop meeting like this.
[He winks, his joking on the subdued side. He can't help but feel concerned, though. Yeager seemed fine at the gathering, but...well, Yeager did find him under similar circumstances last week.]
Mind if I join you, honey?
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Sure. Why don't you make some for both of us?
[It's been a while since he's sat down and talked to his roommate about things.]
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Sure, why not? Surprise me.
[He flicks a bit of ash into an empty paper cup.]
'sides, I could use somethin' else to think about.
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Later, Lalli does wander out to the lounge. He doesn't do much, though. He sort of just stands off to the side awkwardly for a bit before wandering off to go somewhere else. But he can be found around the ship at this point, at least.
His eyes look dull and listless. Like an insomniac who hasn't slept in about 3 days.]
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Oh. Hey, I was...just looking for you, actually.
[ He looks how she feels... Jeez, has he gotten any sleep? ]
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For those wondering where Freyja even went, it turns out she hasn't gone far enough below deck to join the afterparty. She's taken all the batting and fabric she was cutting up yesterday and jammed it into one of her vending machine "prizes" with all the unholy determination of someone that may or may not be determined to make a humanshaped effigy she could recreate the end of Midsommar with if she so chose; once she has a suitable personlike thing, she can be found in the party zone with it, where there's a lot of space to move around and even more space in which you can avoid her, and...
Well, that is how it came to be that Freyja is in here beating the unholy shit out of a blobfish kigurumi with one of those heavy maces from the machine. It's bleeding batting and fabric scraps everywhere, after a lengthy battle she's managed to beat it into submission down onto the floor where she's sitting on its rapidly deflating chest, and she's just sort of whaling on its decided lack of a face with reckless abandon.
She noticeably isn't screaming, or making any noise at all for that matter; her expression isn't serene by any means, but her fury today is cold, and there are tears running silently down her face while she does it, and she doesn't seem inclined to stop until that mace is hitting more floor than fabric.
Granted, the anger leaves her eventually, and once it has she's left with very little to show for it; she eventually disappears further down, though she only stops in the lounge long enough to get a bottle of water from somewhere before moving into the next room over, turning the TV on in the teen zone and finding somewhere to curl up, head on her knees and just letting the music wash over her. It's something to clear her head, anyway.]
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There's no questioning just what her mental state is, when Plumeria comes by; Lady Freyja is pissed, and Plumeria can't blame her. She doesn't know the extent to which that memory messed with her lady, but if it's this bad...then it's definitely thrown her. For a little bit, Plumeria leaves and goes elsewhere, to let her lady vent in peace, but...
Well, she'll be back eventually; probably by the time Lady Freyja is hitting more floor than fabric. She's stolen a little bit of food from the afterparty, along with some tea; she doesn't know if eating anything might help Lady Freyja out, but...]
...Lady Freyja. May I join you, for a moment?
[Plumeria's not sure if her lady would be amendable, but she doesn't want to leave her alone. That much is a fact.]
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...As long as it isn't the clams, apparently, if Decus's ordeal was anything to go by. But Plumeria will show up to the lounge briefly, if only to gather a bit of food from here and take it with her to her true destination. Feel free to say hi, though; maybe Plumeria won't mind the company.
Of course, Plumeria's destination isn't actually too far off; she's taking up some residency in the Craft Room nearby. B.B. is out with her, and Plumeria seems to be measuring out some fabric out, using the little Strabby as a measuring guide, she appears to be making...a pet bed? Or something along those lines.]
Stand on this for me for a moment. [The Strabby will do so! Plumeria seems pleased with the results, at least.] Yes, I think that'll serve well enough. Don't you?
[Feel free to interrupt her while she works! She's at least not stabbing herself with the needle this time, thank the gods.
Of course, later on, Plumeria's gonna be over on the top deck and just...sitting and vibing with the stars by herself. It's strange, really, and this is offering her maybe a little bit too much time to mull over that memory on her mind.
Of course, if she hears you, she'll turn to you and just...]
Coming out here to clear your head, I assume?
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...None of that had any right or reason to happen.
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Then in Room 1, he takes the Strabby and wraps it in the bandages, trying to make sure it wouldn't be able to move. He doesn't harm the little Strabby at all -- not even treating it roughly -- and the Strabby just...lets it happen, staying still and staring at him all the while. It's really unnerving him, if he has to be honest. If Jasper goes into the room at any point before Filbo leaves for the gathering, he may find Filbo placing the imprisoned Strabby in a corner of the junk objects pit, surrounding it with as much junk from the vending machine as possible, even going as far as dragging his desk until one of the legs is right on top of the junkpit door once it's closed.
'Dislikes: Bugsnax'.
He does attend John's gathering in the lounge, though, but his mood hasn't improved much yet. There he is, munching on the cake pop snacks from the cafe, just...looking like he's a bit disconnected from reality right now.
Well, until someone approaches. If they stay for long enough, he says aloud:]
Another tough week behind us. Didn't get any better the second time.
[The trial and murders and everything else, he means. Of course he didn't expect it to, but seriously. The flippant demeanor he had during the week is completely gone for the time being]
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[Hi, Filbo. You don't mind if he joins you, right??]
It's likely always going to be difficult, for different reasons each time.
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Anyway, he's here in the lounge and he is, in fact, shoving cake into his face. He's just got a whole cake from the cafe and is chowing down on it. Was that for everyone? Probably! But it's his cake now.
Eventually, however, he ends up in the teen zone. He's got Land Before Time IV on the TV again, but he's also got his guitar and is only half paying attention to the movie. Notably, his head is no longer glowing. Everything's fine. Don't worry about it.]
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What are you thinking about?
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cw: drug mentions as usual
In any case. She has to pass through the lounge to get to where she really wants to be, so Chloe stops in for a little at the afterparty. It's...mostly to get some food, to breathe, to...maybe check in on a few people. She's been so in her own head these last few days. The selfishness... It sickens her to think about.
After, she spends much of her time in the art room, like earlier in the week. Contrary to that visit, she's quiet and thoughtful. She's...spending some time sketching, it seems? Getting some basic features down. They're all mostly familiar faces: Carmen, Shard, Adeline, Allenby... Just casual profiles.
The one she puts a great amount of detail into is of a girl you wouldn't recognize. Well, most of you. She looks sad while doing so. ]
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...hi.
[She's trying?]
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Even though he’s a little bit out of it and feeling a little moody, he’s going to show up to the lounge for the sake of cake. Cake will certainly improve his mood, so he will select a chair and put his feet up on the table like he owns the place with a very full plate in his lap.
He eventually feels sort of restless, though, so he eventually retreats to the cafe, where makes himself some hot cocoa with lots of marshmallows and caramel syrup. It’s not really weather-appropriate, even if it is seasonal, but he looks a little wistful about drinking it all the same...]
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Well, that was a proper shitshow.
[He shoves his hands into his pockets, tilting his head to the side.]
I'd ask how you're holdin' up, but I think you and I both know.
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But...Flayn does have things to bring to the party, even if it isn't much. She had finished all of the friendship bracelets she intended to make, and everyone living (save Lalli, who has been retconned into getting his earlier in the week) shall receive one. Yes, even you Alice.
But for the most part, Flayn is quiet in the lounge. She sits curled up in a chair, hands clasped, mournful and in thought.]
Was he...there? Watching it all?
[It's mostly said to herself.
She'll be in the crafts room later, stringing as many abalone shell buttons together as she can, similarly to the friendship bracelets, but...big enough for, say, Parker to wear. Her work is quiet.]
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[She pushes her crab macaroni around with her fork instead of eat it.]
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She stays in her room for the remainder of the evening, until very, very late where she goes to the top deck to partake in ye olde tradition of yeeting random junk off the side of the boat. Again, she doesn't immediately reply to anyone that shows up, opting to toss whatever's closest in hand. ]
this is going to be a mess
Admittedly she did think she was the culprit but when it became obvious that it wasn't the case, that suspicion had gone. After all why go after someone else when Alice probably could easily kill Reika herself. The poison theory was clever but too clever. Something drastic needed to happen.
For once, Reika isn't in the room first. She blocks the door as she closes it behind her.]
Miss Alice. [She sinks to her knees. If she had pride this might be humiliating. Too bad she doesn't know what that is.] We need to talk.
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From there...well. He'll hang out in the area, at least, though of course he isn't partaking of any of the refreshments. Instead, he sits for a while with a plate of seafood from the buffet, inspecting the pieces in an effort to make sure they're fresh before passing them off to Parker, who I guess he has now. The Vaporeon is curled up in his lap, lounging and being hand-fed.
After that, he produces some paper and starts to idly fold some origami cranes. One piece gets crumpled into a ball for Parker to play with. Enjoy entertainment, baby.]
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He likes you. ...As much as he likes anyone.
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Decus grabs a bottle of water from the buffet on the way out, while firmly avoiding looking at any of the actual food; and after stopping briefly by his room to drop that off and pick up a towel, he finally goes to take the long shower he's been wishing for all day. And after that... he is going back to room 7 and passing out for a few hours. Sorry to whoever wrote up that invitation.
At some point later that night, after waking up from his nap but before taking up his nightly post outside Alice's room, he heads up to the top deck for some fresh air, sitting a ways away from anyone else who may be up there with his back against the railing and looking up at the sky. ]
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Hi, honey. How are you feeling? Is it finally out of your system?
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Well. His profile says it all, doesn't he? Likes fighting, hates people who kill.
He does make his way to the lounge eventually, where he can be found reading the book on parkour he got out of the vending machine.
He doesn't talk much, though he does acknowledge anyone who walks by him.
Much later, he can be found on the top deck looking forlorn.]
This is gonna keep on going. We don't even know where the Captain is hiding out, there's no way we can stop it.
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[how does he keep just appearing like batman]
We may have just caught a glimpse of our host there at the end. Which means he's close, just barely out of reach.
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But once she's feeling better, she will go to... the top deck first which seems to be a hotspot for people tonight, and she is no exception. She stares at the water, before she reaches her hand out with something over the railing--specifically, it's the bell from the vending machine that Constantine returned back to her earlier this week. She holds it over the edge of the railing for a long moment, face rather expressionless... before she sighs, and turns away from the railing, making to pocket the object instead of chucking the damn thing even though it's clearly something she's tempted to do.
Instead, she'll go to the lounge as it's been requested of her based on the note on her door earlier. She doesn't really touch the food yet, but she will sip at her drink politely enough. She's also brought a book, but it's kind of just sitting in her lap rather than being actively read for the time being.]
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...how are you holding up?
[It's asked gravely, because, well. That was pretty horrible. ]
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Logically, he knows it couldn't have been helped. The Captain had his way, and there was nothing he could do about it. But brains are rarely preoccupied with things such as logic or facts when it's easier to run yourself in circles.
At the beginning of the night, Constantine can be found in the lounge, sitting backwards in his chair and staring blankly ahead of him. In front of him is a matchbox and the pack of cigarettes he obtained from Flayn, unopened.
His fingers twitch. He opens the package with shaking hands, taking one of the cigarettes and lighting it with a match. He sticks it between his teeth and inhales a lungful of nicotine, visibly relaxing as he does so.]
Christ. Never wanna go through that again.
[Later on, he excuses himself to go and sit by the pool, as if that would somehow calm the thoughts racing in his brain. He's lighting matches, letting them burn for a bit, and then flicking them into the water, watching them extinguish before his eyes. He doesn't even look up when approached.]
The Captain can go and eat a soggy dick. [He scowls, throwing another match into the pool.] What gives him the right to mess with our brains? I've got enough brain damage as is--I don't need some cunt who thinks he's better than everyone else givin' me any more.
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Mmm. It's annoying.
[What an understatement.]
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its fine i got like 209348 notifs from the afterparty anyways
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Magica ignores the invite, grabs every token from her room, and stalks off to the vending machine before she does anything else. Somewhere in there, buried among all the other trifles it dispenses, is her amulet. She's certain of this, if only because Magica's own mind won't allow her to be anything else — all that remains is getting it out, feeding coin after coin to it until one finally sends her magic and her menace tumbling forth.
Unfortunately, tonight, nothing tumbles forth but Duckolas Cage and the Bee Movie 2 screenplay, and also a basket full of living turtles. This is about what she expected, but it certainly doesn't help boost her mood, and when she pays a visit to the lounge all she has to offer is: ]
Right, go get your things before I throw them into the abyss.
[ She grabs a cake pop, turns on her heel, and promptly buzzes off! True to her word, you can find her chucking shit off the deck by the library. It doesn't seem to please her, or anything. She's just doing it because the stuff is there, and so is the ocean. ]
Don't suppose you have a light.
[ Still later, she brings her second corkboard to the teen zone, where she affixes it to the wall opposite the TV... at a height relative to her, so it's kind of down there! Next to it, with a brush and deep red paint, she begins to write.
Eventually, this turns into the inscription DAYS SINCE OUR LAST MURDER, but you can encounter her at her work at any stage! Once she's done, she pins up a big blank sheet of paper to the board. She regards the violet glow from Kate Bush doin' it to 'em as she speaks. ]
Planning on staying up tonight? We've only got an hour or so left in this 1995. Might as well wait for the ball to drop.
lounge /gently touches this two days late
All of his sadness over today dissipates if only for a moment as he gasps and rescues his red recorder from the ill-fated pile.]
Thank you so much for bringing this out, Magica! You have no idea how I've been missing this baby...!
[Get ready for obnoxious circus music soon...!]
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Don't worry--I was just a bit jumpy tonight; I accidentally got myself.
[Later all cleaned up she's in the lounge to mingle. There's some of that agitation from in the trial still but for the most part she's just as even-tempered as always. Then after a while:]
For someone who claims to have killed many dangerous things our Captain is just a coward, don't you think?
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[Filbo just...nods grimly]
Definitely. At first I thought he just was...not the sharpest tool in the shed, but right now he just seems like such a coward.
[Obviously Filbo can dislike a person -- there's a couple on this ship he dislikes, after all -- but he still tries to reach out to people he dislikes because that's just how he is. The Captain, though? He's not getting anything. Filbo wants absolutely nothing to do with him, and it has been like that for a couple weeks already]
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