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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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Y'know what I'd do when I was like this? I'd channel every little nasty emotion I felt and scream it out.
[....]
Course, it's a hell of a lot more acceptable to just scream if you're also singing punk rock.
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[Well he sure seems willing to try, at least!]
I guess not in here because...you know, someone screaming his head of is going to be uncalled for, but maybe outside?
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[He offers Filbo a (hopefully) reassuring grin.]
We could head up to the top deck, if you'd like.
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[Time to go scream, apparently. Just...follow him to the top deck! Let him stand near the hot tub. Filbo looks around awkwardly, like he's concerned he's going to bother anyone]
Uh...so, just push everything into screaming something? Just like that?
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Yup. Don't think about it too hard, just channel it all into a single scream. Doesn't even have to be a word!
Here, if you'd like, I could do it with you on the count of three.
1/2
[Filbo looks up at the sky. So, channel everything into a single scream. His worries, all the stress, the feeling he's not doing enough, just pour it all into something, it doesn't even have to be a word. And if he can't do it, clearly Constantine is willing to help him.
...help him scream his grievances out. Did he need help doing that? Couldn't Filbo Fiddlepie do that on his own? Did he really need someone to stand there and shout with him? Come on, Filbo, you're trying to be better than you were before.
Fun fact: apparently Filbo was the first grumpus that was designed, and it was all based on those trashcans where you step on the pedal and it opens all wide. Perhaps that's why Filbo stands there, opens his mouth real wide, and shouts:]
2/2
[...
...wow, something actually came out. A whole sentence. Somehow it does...it does make him feel a little lighter, like he finally spit something poisonous out. It's...Constantine was right, this does help]
Oh, wow, uh...well, that happened.
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The silence that follows Filbo's scream is deafening. Constantine pauses, looking down towards Filbo and raising an eyebrow.]
Must've been holding that in for some time, eh, mate?
[.....]
You feel any better, then?
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[And although Freyja has been a huge help when it's about not keeping his issues all bottled, he still had a lot inside, really]
Yes, I think I feel better. I guess I did want to scream that for a while already.
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Screaming's good for the soul. Ought to do it more, sometimes. [A pause.] Uh, probably best if other people knew what you were doing. Since, you know, people getting murdered and all that.
[Really, he should take his own advice sometimes...but screaming on the Murder Ship is probably somewhat concerning--at least, when there isn't anyone else around to witness it.]
...Whatever happened to those little strawberries after the trial, anyways?
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[His vocal chords already ache a little from the one he just gave, he may have overdone it, haha]
Oh...that. I have the one Adeline got. It's in my room, the other--Plumeria still has it. Last I checked she was gonna keep it as a little pet.
[And Filbo is majorly displeased about it, now that he has his missing memory back. But he also can't bring himself to tell Plumeria 'hey give me that grumpdamn strawberry', so he's just going to keep an eye on them and hope she'll keep little B.B. under control]
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What's up with those Strabbies, anyways? You didn't quite explain what they did during the trial.
[NOT THAT IT SEEMED RELEVANT AT THE TIME BUT....y'know, now he's curious about the living strawberries.]
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[He had never thought he'd be having these conversations on this cruise ship, but apparently that vending machine thought it was a good idea to give Strabbies to people, so what choice does he have, really]
So, six months ago I was part of this expedition to an unexplored island, Snaktooth Island. That's where the Bugsnax are from, and they--they're pretty much what you see: food that kinda behave like bugs? They taste great, and there's so many kinds, but there are these side-effects, the main one being...aaaaah...
[Welp, here goes nothing]
...they turn part of your bodies into food. I mean, everything's still there, your bones and muscles and everything still exists! It's just covered with this casing made of food, and stays on you for a couple weeks if you don't eat another Bugsnax of any kind.
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Jesus Christ. That's kind of horrific, actually. Like...weird surface-level parasites or something.
[Like...like some sort of apple and Eve situation or something, except it's cute sentient food with googly-eyes. He looks over Filbo again, as if expecting his arm to be a pretzel and he had just missed it for some reason.]
So...what happened? Everyone decided that their limbs looking like food wasn't trendy anymore?
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...well, the island was a dangerous one, you know? Lots of earthquakes, and there are a ton of skeletons around from past civilizations and stuff? So I guess it was only matter of time before things got pear-shaped. There was an earthquake, and then the volcano erupted, and then a few hundred Bugsnax tried to murder us all because eating too many will kill you, all in one night. It was kinda a miracle we got out of there alive. If just one thing had gone wrong, we could...we all could have...
[It could have ended so badly. Escaping alive was a miracle, and now not even half a year later he's in another deadly situation, and this time people are dying for real. It's been a shock, really]
...and now there are some of those here. You know, I think we're not in mortal danger because we're on this ship instead of on Snaktooth, and it's impossible there'll be enough Bugsnax to cause any real harm-- [Thankfully, the threshold for real tragedy is high enough for it to never turn into a real concern] --but, uh...they must be my responsibility. Because they're from a place I know. I'll make sure to warn people around.
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Yikes. If I see any islands named Snaktooth on my search for a vacation spot, I'll be sure to steer clear.
[....]
Wouldn't it be easier just to toss 'em over the side? That way, the only trouble they'd cause would be for the kraken below.
[Or maybe that's cause more problems...imagine a kraken addicted and ravenous for Bugsnax.]
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[You don't mess with Davy Jones' kraken]
I have been thinking of just...just k-killing them, but I don't even know what'd happen after a while. I don't wanna find out if it makes things worse by, I dunno, making there be two Strabbies instead of one.
[He has seen dead Bugsnax only from a distance and only for like fifteen minutes. It's not impossible they reform or something!]
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So I guess in the meantime we just keep them trapped and wait 'til they die. [He grimaces.] What a grim end to a little creature like that.
[BUT IF ITS, LIKE, A PARASITE....THEN ITS FINE RIGHT]
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