( ooc: if your character can smell/sense nonhumans, then it's worth peeking at Max's info. )
1. but times have changed for sailors these days
[ Max wakes up covered in pungent blood for uh, the third time in three months? So that's a thing that sucks.
He also wakes up in a bed, and though the bed now smells really, really bad (see: blood, above), it has covers and a soft mattress, and isn't in a prison cell, soooo... ]
Huh. Upgraded to first class.
Uuuhh... Laura?
[ Laura is not there. ]
Uh... shit.
[ Oooookay. Time to figure out where he is, then. Judging by the porthole and the view beyond it, a boat?? Max isn't sure how to square this with the treehouse where he uh... went away, but if the plan went perfectly, then he didn't hurt anyone, and Laura succeeded, and she's safe around here somewhere. So in the absence of other evidence, he's going to... hope that everything went perfectly, and the boat thing is some kind of ad-lib?
Yeah. Let's go with that.
He finds the cabin's bathroom before he finds the note, and... you know what. There's a shower here. And there's morning light streaming in from outside, meaning he probably isn't in danger. Probably. Well, maybe the normal kind, but at least not the somebody's-sudden-death kind.
Anyway. Max climbs into the tub, and takes the nicest shower he's had in two months.
-
All this to say: one of the newcomers standing there stunned post-drill is dressed in ill-fitting beach clothes that he found in a wardrobe (sorry, uh, if those were anyone's), and he smells like shower gel, and his red hair is still damp. And he feels absolutely baffled and vaguely, deeply freaked.
If you're nearby, he'll turn to you, wearing a lei round his neck and an out-of-his-depth expression on his face. ]
Hey, uh........
What just happened?
2. tried to amend my carnivorous habit
Aaaaaahhh!!
[ Enjoying a nice meal in the buffet or perhaps one of the restaurants? Not any more you're not, because a young man in too-small Tommy Bahamas has just burst in through the door in a panic.
When he spots somebody in here, he kind of jogs in place for a second, not wanting to stop but not wanting to go without warning them either. His flip-flops lasted for roughly three seconds after he started running, and now his bare feet smack on the floor. ]
Look out, man! There's a freaking piano!
[ This explains everything.
And then it bursts in behind him, three times as wide as the door and taking chunks of the wall with it, snapping its sharp teeth. ]
Wildcard
[ Max will be poking around the ship with the attitude of a very confused and lost puppy. If he sees someone human, or apparently human, he'll pause, and then give them a confused and lost wave. If he sees someone obviously nonhuman, he will gawk like an idiot. Feel free to wildcard in and encounter him wherever! ]
Max Brinly || The Quarry || OTA
1. but times have changed for sailors these days
[ Max wakes up covered in pungent blood for uh, the third time in three months? So that's a thing that sucks.
He also wakes up in a bed, and though the bed now smells really, really bad (see: blood, above), it has covers and a soft mattress, and isn't in a prison cell, soooo... ]
Huh. Upgraded to first class.
Uuuhh... Laura?
[ Laura is not there. ]
Uh... shit.
[ Oooookay. Time to figure out where he is, then. Judging by the porthole and the view beyond it, a boat?? Max isn't sure how to square this with the treehouse where he uh... went away, but if the plan went perfectly, then he didn't hurt anyone, and Laura succeeded, and she's safe around here somewhere. So in the absence of other evidence, he's going to... hope that everything went perfectly, and the boat thing is some kind of ad-lib?
Yeah. Let's go with that.
He finds the cabin's bathroom before he finds the note, and... you know what. There's a shower here. And there's morning light streaming in from outside, meaning he probably isn't in danger. Probably. Well, maybe the normal kind, but at least not the somebody's-sudden-death kind.
Anyway. Max climbs into the tub, and takes the nicest shower he's had in two months.
-
All this to say: one of the newcomers standing there stunned post-drill is dressed in ill-fitting beach clothes that he found in a wardrobe (sorry, uh, if those were anyone's), and he smells like shower gel, and his red hair is still damp. And he feels absolutely baffled and vaguely, deeply freaked.
If you're nearby, he'll turn to you, wearing a lei round his neck and an out-of-his-depth expression on his face. ]
Hey, uh........
What just happened?
2. tried to amend my carnivorous habit
Aaaaaahhh!!
[ Enjoying a nice meal in the buffet or perhaps one of the restaurants? Not any more you're not, because a young man in too-small Tommy Bahamas has just burst in through the door in a panic.
When he spots somebody in here, he kind of jogs in place for a second, not wanting to stop but not wanting to go without warning them either. His flip-flops lasted for roughly three seconds after he started running, and now his bare feet smack on the floor. ]
Look out, man! There's a freaking piano!
[ This explains everything.
And then it bursts in behind him, three times as wide as the door and taking chunks of the wall with it, snapping its sharp teeth. ]
Wildcard
[ Max will be poking around the ship with the attitude of a very confused and lost puppy. If he sees someone human, or apparently human, he'll pause, and then give them a confused and lost wave. If he sees someone obviously nonhuman, he will gawk like an idiot. Feel free to wildcard in and encounter him wherever! ]