into each breaking wave

[thisaroma]

[ Well, that was — no pun intended — unfortunate. ...But in light of what they already saw happen the first two weeks, maybe it's not really that surprising, either; and maybe it's at least a little easier to recognize when something is going to be a lost cause, if not necessarily to accept it.

In spite of everything, this is the first time Decus has been in a halfway decent mood after a trial, which he can gather is... probably not the case for most of the rest. So he figures he can take on the party host duties for this week rather than push it onto someone who needs a break. Anyway, he wants to keep up this feeling-okay thing for as long as he can, and if he has too much downtime and starts to think about what happened a week ago today... he might end up a little less okay.

So, he brings some food down to the buffet from the cafes for a little variety (even though most of them probably aren't going to be too picky at this point), along with some tea and cocoa from Starbucks and a few harder options from the bar, and gets that all set up in as welcoming an arrangement as he can manage. And...

Well. Despite how he may come off sometimes, he actually is self-aware enough to realize that some of the others might not appreciate being reminded that he's still alive when three people who'd never had any intention of killing are dead. It doesn't really bother him, but he doesn't want to create unnecessary drama, either; so he doesn't put his name anywhere on the invitations he puts up around the place, just a simple:

food and drinks at the buffet

...Which is almost always the case, technically, this past week excluded, but hey.

And while he might come by to offer a drink or something to someone who looks like they need it, he's mostly going to hang back and let everyone do their thing. ]

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[scouserer]

[Constantine sighs, nodding slightly. He wipes the water from his face, looking only slightly less miserable than before. It's progress, at least.]

You're right. I don't know why I don't take my own bloody advice.

[He lets out a somewhat shaky laugh, and for a second, it looks like he wants to say something. As soon as he opens his mouth, however, he lets out a retch and doubles over. He...thankfully, does not throw up in front of Filbo, but he just stays like that for a bit.]

I'm fine. I'll be fine. Just give it a second. I--

[He stops. Gets up from his seat. Turns around over the gazebo railing and promptly spits up pure bile and the remnants of that singular sandwich Plumeria gave him earlier. After a few moments, he turns back to face Filbo, looking ill.]

I'm good now. Sorry.

[ahelpingpaw]

Are you? In that case go inside already! I'm not letting you get close to any of the ship railings or to water. You do look a little better! But I know how booze works, I'm not gonna be leaving you alone around here.

[Because then Constantine goes and falls down one of the railings and the kraken has to pick him up again, hah. Filbo thinks that's a plausible scenario]

[scouserer]

[Filbo's probably right...Constantine is more than likely to get into more shenanigans unless he goes and lies down in his room. Constantine nods, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.]

Okay. I'll....I'll head inside. At least with the bloody time loop, I don't have to worry about dryin' off....

[He lets out a shaky laugh.]

Thanks, Filbo. You're...You're a real one, y'know that?

[ahelpingpaw]

There's nothing to thank. I mean, we're friends, no?

[That's how gratitude works, really. Constantine has been there for him, obviously he'd try to give some of that back -- although he never imagined he'd be finding Constantine drunk at the shore of the lazy river, that part was not something he thought would happen, hah. Oh well]