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unknownseas2021-02-20 08:28 pm
ltcommandroid) wrote in unknownseas2021-02-20 08:28 pm
it is a funeral.
[Well. That was certainly something.
Emotions are clearly high, so for once, Data steps out of his helper role and takes on the brunt of organizing the after-trial gathering. He's seen enough of them by now to know what's what. He's also seen more than enough in this particular trial to decide that the bar, while possibly being the most logical location, may be distressing to some! So instead, we're gonna do something different. Data will deliver invitations, that sort of look like a computer printed them, to each of the rooms:]
Please come to the ice cream parlor if you would like company at this time.
- Data
[Everybody likes ice cream!
There are no decorations, but there are some snack selections from the buffet and the cafe, depending on what you want, and a tray or two of mixed drinks courtesy of Jimmy Buffett. Data and Parker are both here. If you're sad, you may pet Parker (probably). If you're too depressed to make your own fancy sundae, Data will do it for you (definitely).]
Emotions are clearly high, so for once, Data steps out of his helper role and takes on the brunt of organizing the after-trial gathering. He's seen enough of them by now to know what's what. He's also seen more than enough in this particular trial to decide that the bar, while possibly being the most logical location, may be distressing to some! So instead, we're gonna do something different. Data will deliver invitations, that sort of look like a computer printed them, to each of the rooms:]
Please come to the ice cream parlor if you would like company at this time.
- Data
[Everybody likes ice cream!
There are no decorations, but there are some snack selections from the buffet and the cafe, depending on what you want, and a tray or two of mixed drinks courtesy of Jimmy Buffett. Data and Parker are both here. If you're sad, you may pet Parker (probably). If you're too depressed to make your own fancy sundae, Data will do it for you (definitely).]
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Maybe someone she knew was right. Maybe all she is, is just a screw-up of a being. But uh, if anyone wants to talk to Plumeria at all? Feel free. It's not gonna be great, probably.
...Alternately, feel free to leave a note under Room 5's door or something and she'll get back to you as soon as possible.]
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...oh. Someone is in the snow room.
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After standing there awkwardly for a second he slowly begins to close the door to the snow room.]
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This time he doesn't ask if she wants company. He simply moves to sit beside her. He's not going to speak up immediately, but he's here, and he's not going anywhere for the time being.]
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[He closes the door.
Five minutes later, he comes back with a warm blanket and goes to drop it around Plumeria's shoulders.]
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Snow Room
[He heard it. He heard Plumeria liked Sylvando a lot. Of course she must be hurting. And that's without taking into account that what she did to Freyja could have ended so badly. Plumeria's not in Room 5 when he went to talk to her -- or maybe she was and she just didn't answer the door? Well, he had to go search in other places of the boat.
And then there she is. In the glorified freezer. That can't be good for her.
He said her name so she'd be aware of his presence. Slowly, he approaches, until he sits down nearby, just...trying to push snow away so there's less cold stuff near her. He's got a lot of fur, he can stay in the cold for quite a while. She doesn't]
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i hope you're doing better.
how's freyja?
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[He knows how Freyja is--he saw her in passing when he went to the ice cream parlor. But it feels like a better question to ask than "are you okay?" when he knows the exact answer to that.
He folds the paper and slides it under the door. He has no idea if Plumeria is inside or not. Still, he decides to wait a few moments, just in case.]
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[Scott's idea of "I brought you chocolate" is more "I cleaned out the vending machine of chocolate." There's just like twenty bars of chocolate in a basket that probably used to hold bread stolen from the Jimmy Buffet.
There's also just a book of star maps tucked in there. You know, since she's not doing her nightly swim.]
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Plumeria,
Won't be back tonight. Don't step on the yogurt — it's activated charcoal, like the robot mentioned. Not much use to anyone now, but just so you know.
[ And now it's time to fuck off until the entire ship resets itself at midnight and they wake up in the same room anyway! ]
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You look like you could do with a warm drink.
[He has a cup of tea in his hand, if she wants to take it.]
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[...It's actually well-done, honestly. For whatever reason, he's clearly good with his hands even if this extra-ass nonsense is how he applies himself.]
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Have you made something like that before? I've never seen someone that's able to sew with only one eye open until now.
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That's... no, it's not the same. What is it?
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Lalli is just going to quietly watch Zero work until Zero speaks to him though. He's interested in what Zero is doing and won't interrupt until the end.]
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Didn't know you were into sewing. Valuable skill when it comes to the end of the world, I reckon.
[He doesn't mean it in a disparaging way, for once.]
What's this about, then?
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Eventually he'll leave, if only because he doesn't want to be in here with the stupid keyhole rock that still taunts him. It's late at night when he heads on into the bar, and he's going to ignore our good pal Jimmy over there in order to make his own margaritas, just like Sylvando did. He makes two of them, and he sets the other at the spot across from him before raising his own glass.]
I'm sure you would have wanted us to celebrate instead of mourn, ja? I'm afraid I've never been particularly good at either. Here's to you, Sylvando.
bar;
I suppose we may share something in common.
[ He'll go to make himself something. He's not excited about it, and he really doesn't care too much for drinking, but here he was. ]
But, I don't think you're wrong about that. Him wanting us to celebrate more than mourn.
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She goes to the ice cream parlour and sits with a bowl of -- okay, she's not sure what moon mist is, but it sounded nice.]
...Sylvando trusted everyone, didn't he? Even when every person here had a reason to act this week.
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...what is it, Sara?
[She can't even be bothered to smile.]
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Not by much, actually; she doesn't feel well, but she definitely does want to go. She just...disappears into Room 9 first, in the interest of finding a change of clothes first.
When she finally does come downstairs, it's in a shorter dress in one of the relatively subdued tropical prints from the crafts room, bodice fitted with a halter neckline; this seems as good a time as any to wear it, since Sylvando made it and...well.
He isn't around to hug her this time, is he.
She'll come into the ice cream parlor as requested, though she doesn't seem interested in eating much; she'll get a bottle of water from somewhere and kind of eyeball the fuckton of flavors from where she's sitting, but she generally just finds a table and somewhere to keep to herself. She'll speak to anyone who approaches, but she isn't going to force the matter.]
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...Sorry.
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She can't really bring herself to go and have some when Data's invitation comes, though. There's. Kind of a lot on her mind at the moment. How she acted at the trial, it wasn't right. Even if Alice was how she was, Flayn still...
She holes up in the library most of the day, sitting secluded at the end of an aisle, quietly and slowly perusing a large nonfiction picture book full of fish. It's just. A huge book on fish. Fish would never be cross with her for being angry.
...She's cross with herself, though. There's many emotions here.
Later at night, more when the adults are probably at the bar, Flayn quietly slips into the ice cream parlor. She greets Parker, but doesn't look anyone in the eye, and then goes to make herself dinner.
She will eat it all, even if it makes her sick for the rest of the night. You cannot stop her.]
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...hi.
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Seriously, if someone looks like they're just sitting there all sad, he will go and ask:]
Can I get you anything?
[At some point, he does go down to the bar to...speak to Jimmy Buffett, it looks like? It's probably not much of a conversation, in truth; he does stop should someone else enter.]
Please, go ahead. I am not ordering.
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I'm fine. It's harder on everyone else.
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bar;
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Someone has to be there for others. He has to do it twice as hard now that Sylvando is gone. Filbo isn't sure he's going to be able to endure it, but right now, he's going to suppress his own worsening psyche and do his best. This is exhausting, for grump's sake.
It's as if he has a list of people to go check, knocking on the rooms' doors and looking for them all over the ship, trying to find them. Along the way in the decks he encounters people, though. When he does, he just asks:]
Are you holding up well enough?
[The answer probably is no, really. He doesn't expect a different answer.
Later, though, when it's late, he just goes to the party zone. He has to pay respects to Sylvando. Sylvando was his friend, one he's really going to miss]
...I dunno what to even say. Y-You didn't deserve any of this. I just want to talk to you again. It was--it was fun, you know? But...
[Yeah, give him a moment to compose himself because yeah, this one hurt]
...I'm not gonna cry. I'm not the kinda grumpus who cries. So I'll just...carry on. I'll try to keep people upbeat like you'd have wanted. Just...I guess this is it--
[Filbo was never one for breaking down. Even now he just stands there, takes a deep breath and tries to get himself ready for whatever may come. But he can't bring himself to say anything else, feels like he has a knot on his throat. He can--he can go on. Like always. Like he'd have done if the events of Snaktooth had ended as a major tragedy.
Because if he doesn't move on, then what else is left?]
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Is. Would he. Want a hug? From Flayn? She's a bad person, do bad people still get to give those they care about hugs?]
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You can find him either making a huge bowl for himself, devouring said huge bowl, or suffering from brain freeze. Take your pick.]
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[please don't send us back into the trial room for overeating]
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cw: emeto, deeply unhealthy alcohol use
...if he passed out he'd probably be happier but no he's left to stumble up to the men's shower where he'll just kind of turn on the shower and lean against the wall and slide... down... fully clothed...
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Right. He forgot. He figured it'd happen eventually, but he forgot. So once he's sobered up enough to be able to... function, he guesses... kind of... he heads to his room, still kind of dripping wet, gets the party popper from the first day, heads up to the lower deck, and pops it off the side of the ship, after which he stares kind of vacantly out into the distance.]
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I'm sorry for your loss. Is that the right thing to say in a situation like this?
[It's not a joke, it's a genuine question. He knows enough to know that Sylvando and Jasper weren't exactly friends, after all.]
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fate/apocrypha spoilers
Death was natural. Murder was inevitable. It should be easy to summon just a little pity and move on. She had Jack to think of, after all. That bright, amazing presence.
She closes the door quickly to her once shared room as she sits on the bottom bunk her face in her hands. Alice and Jack. Decus and her. Both of them had been saved by someone who probably shouldn't have bothered. Hell probably would have been better. But they didn't. Jack didn't. Those children reached out a hand from hell and Reika embraced them wholeheartedly. The story of Hariti came to mind once more. She had become the demoness: killing others to feed her own child but in the end...
No, please! Don't leave us behind! We don't want to be alone! We don't want that anymore!
She couldn't take losing her own child. Could she? She knew they wouldn't see each other again. That Servant likely killed Jack just after Reika's own death. Even if you gave up everything for the slim chance of a miracle that miracle likely will never come to pass. That was the way of the world. Even if she still accepted that? It hurt. So, in the quiet and alone solitude of the empty room she cries for a bit. It's been years.
Later she finally emerges, tired and alone. She just lingers on the top deck area near the pool alone. She does look like she's been crying, though. Later she finally goes to the ice cream parlor.
She gets a bowl but she doesn't touch it. Reika actually doesn't eat anything the entire night... maybe someone. Should talk to her about that since for one she's not giving any philosophical thoughts. She also is pretty much by herself.
Who wants a mother of a monster around, anyway?]
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Rikudou. Are you alright?
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But they all know the score by now, don't they? At least one person is going to try doing something for the dead, which today just means Sylvando, and other people are either going to show up or go off and cry in a corner somewhere. It's the same tired song. She's going to do something about it. ]
[ Or she's just going to tack that up on the outside of both bathroom doors adjacent to their rooms, like it's an understandable question! She doesn't sign her name to it, but the handwriting is fairly recognizable, and also when you show up to the ice cream parlor (ii!) not only is Magica here, but she's got a sketchbook from the art room and is sketching out various detailed circles and runes. If she thinks there's even the slightest chance your character would have a useful answer to this, she'll cut into even the most mournful reverie with: ]
So. Conjuration of the recently dead, and/or necromancy in general — thoughts?
[ Later on, she goes back to her old haunt, the art room — but not before stopping by the spa and the crafts room to get supplies first. She knows all of this is going to get reset by midnight tonight, but that's immaterial. This is just a trial run! All sources of light have red cloth draped over them, lending a spooky dimness to the room that only grows as the sun goes away, except because we're where we are it's also got a shitton of hibiscus flowers printed on it and that ruins the effect a bit. Magica herself is mostly working by the light of multiple clusters of aromatherapy candles. What she's working on appears to be an extension of her previous drafting, but now she's got foam board and an exacto knife on hand, and she's absolutely slicing the fuck out of the former with the latter. You can hear her kind of muttering irritably to herself, mostly along the lines of "no, that's not right", though the tone is surprisingly muted considering who it is.
Much later at night, still in the art room, she gets bored of her boards. There's multiple ouija boards and like fifteen planchettes made of various materials lying about all around her, but she's taken the cloth off of one of the lights and is using it to do some eerily accurate shadow puppets. They are, of course, mostly ducks, but she appears to be attempting some takes on new figures. Why, this one looks human, actually! Could it be you?
... actually, no, judging from the Kraken that suddenly comes in from one side to swallow the figure whole, it's definitely the Captain. Magica mimes it belching and raising one tentacle delicately to its mouth (?) before realizing she's got company. ]
I specifically said not tonight.
[ How she manages to do this with four fingers on each hand is anyone's guess. ]
ice cream parlor 2: electric boogaloo
What? Why would you... can you even do that here?
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cw: vague suicidal ideation
She's saved his life twice now, so he can't just throw it away, no matter how much he wants to be with her wherever she is instead of here by himself.
But he doesn't know what he's supposed to do with it now.
Late in the evening, at the time he'd usually take up his night watch position outside Alice's door, he finds himself just standing in the hall outside room 3 and staring at it. He hasn't spent a single night in his own room since he got here, and he doesn't think he's ready to start now.
...And so, much later at night, he ends up sitting against the railing on the top deck, holding a snowglobe of a dusty mountain village up to the nearest light and tilting it back and forth in his hands. ]
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......... Love sucks. [Scott immediately backtracks.] Not, like. Fuck, I'm doing this all wrong. Look, unlike maybe a lot of the others? I get it. I know - Ramona is kind of a garbage person too and I'd do anything for her. I love her, and that's the easy part.
[He looks out over the vastness of the ocean, something lost and unsure in his voice.]
The hard part is everything else.
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