TEST DRIVE MEME #9

[sailmods]

1. tidal waves out on the sea

[you wake up.

it doesn't matter where you were before. going to bed? dying? opening the door to face a great evil? same result. you wake up in a soft bed with starched sheets in a cool, darkened room, sunlight peeking out from behind thick curtains. maybe you're alone; maybe you aren't. maybe you immediately notice the folded paper on the bedside table near your head. if you don't, you better fix that real quick: you won't be able to even open the door before you read it.

the note itself is written in a neat hand on white card stock; there is a stylized logo of a ship with the words SERENA ETERNA printed underneath. the note reads as follows:

Dear Passenger(s),

As your cruise director, it is my great honor to welcome you aboard the Serena Eterna, your destination for fun and adventure! We know you could have chosen any cruise line for your vacation, and we're very grateful you chose ours! On behalf of the Captain, I would like to assure each and every passenger that will we do whatever it takes to fulfill all your needs and desires during your journey with us.

At your earliest possible convenience, please attend the mandatory lifeboat drill by the end of the day. I'm sure everyone is very eager to get started on all the fun and sun, but safety always comes first! You can find your life jacket in your cabin's closet; carry it to your assigned muster station on deck one, where I will take you through the drill. If you can't find me in the crowd, just look for the gal with the winning smile!

See You Real Soon!

Sincerely,
Gal Friday

you walk to deck one. you have no other choice: every time you try to step in a direction some unseen being considers "not towards deck one," you find your legs no longer move, staying stock still, frozen. whether compelled quickly by curiosity, or delayed by pure stubbornness, the result is the same, and you are left milling around with other similarly curious or stubborn people.

you see someone in uniform near the front of the crowd. she seems to be a gal, but is missing the winning smile, along with most of her other features. she seems to see you, though, rushing to your side and placing a lei around your neck with great formality. a voice, cheery but artificial, sees to come from nowhere and everywhere.]

Welcome aboard! I'm so happy you could join us!

[you touch the lei. rooster feathers, lotus seeds, and a carved circle of something white and hard, linked onto a silk string.

after the drill is completed, you are seemingly free to go. or, well, your legs work, now. and maybe that's as good as it's gonna get.]

2. I don't know where I'm-a gonna go

[something new has been set up at Friday’s desk. there’s a sign, but it’s not advertising the next excursion, or anything familiar like that. instead, it says, in big, bold letters, SUGGESTIONS AND COMPLAINTS, with a large downward-facing arrow below it, pointing at what looks to be an empty tissue box with the word “COMPLAINTS” hastily etched onto it. there is a pile of small slips of paper and some pens next to it, and Friday cheerfully informs you that you can submit anything you like, no consequences! and it’s weird that she has to specify, but, also, she really does, doesn’t she?

and there aren’t any consequences! the Captain doesn’t come out of nowhere and dome you instantly for the slight. Friday doesn’t give you the cold shoulder or a rude remark. now, an unidentifiable voice does start reciting your complaint or suggestion, with your name attached, over the loudspeaker at full volume every 20 minutes or so. but, that’s debatable as a consequence. probably. maybe. not actually.]

3. pretty soon we learn to fly

[this was one of the suggestions. apparently. that’s what Friday will say if anyone asks her about it. and they probably will. because surely there has to be some sort of reason why the floor in windjammer is, currently, lava.

like. actual molten magma-type lava, flowing in sluggish rivers around the tables and booths, the sections of the buffet. so, maybe you decide to go eat at one of the many other fine dining establishments aboard today, or at least until the floor decides to stop being lava. or, maybe you decide that those dinosaur chicken nuggets are worth the risk of life and limb. and thus, you climb, clamber, jump, leap - a perilous and terrifying journey, knowing you are only one false step away from an agonizing death.

until you fall in. and then you realize that, no, this is not actually lava at all, for all it looks exactly like it. it’s actually barely room temperature, and strangely watery. you taste sweetened tomato paste. it’s not death, but maybe that would have been a little bit better.

Comments

[seehowiglitter]

There is, naturally, a very large stone person-shape standing out on the deck. It's tall and broad, marked with glowing sigils; its shoulders and wrists are studded with glittering shards of crystal; and its steps on the deck are heavy. In one hand it clutches the lei of feathers and bone, which it holds up to its glowing eyes.

"Ugh. Whyever would I want to wear something that came off a bird? I can't even claim it's a trophy. There's not enough mess for that."

[theweakhavepurpose]

"Oh, hey Korg. What's up?" Just super casual even though this thing is huge compared to Pratt's scrawny ass.

"It's tradition man, gotta have a lei when you're on a pleasure cruise or it ruins the whole," he gestures at the ship as if that explains everything. "vibe. You know?"

[ablativeholopleather]

And here, you see, a man(?) dressed in black leather, decidedly not suitable attire for someone aboard a pleasure cruise. He's wearing a life jacket already as if it might be armor rather than a flotation device and really, he looks very unfazed by the whole affair. The lei is taken without comment or question, just a perfunctory sort of nod at the woman(??) that likewise gets no real reaction from him.

The piercing horn blasts and proceeding drill is...well. Loud. Informative, and he quickly tunes it out. He might have been inclined to wander away after the five minute mark, if not for his legs being singularly uncooperative. So he just leans against the nearest railing, chin on his hand, staring out across the water. It looks different from home, more detailed, for lack of a better word. Probably just something to do with the weather. He's totally tuned out for the rest of the drill.

[theweakhavepurpose]

"Welcome to the ship man." At least he assumes the strange.. moon shaped.. leather uh.. person(?) is probably new. Pratt's memory is so garbage he might have forgotten him already. Either way there's an emaciated guy in a green Deputy uniform sidling up next to him with a whole tray of garlic bread from the buffet.

He offers a loaf to the newcomer, "Risked life and limb for these."

Yes, he bravely survived floor is lava to rescue the garlic bread from the horrid fate of being uneaten.

Angelo Genna | Empire of Sin

[fan_of_knives]

1. How far a kind word and a knife will take you (Muster Drill)

[He wakes up, thinking he's still bleeding out on the concrete floor of the Donovan's warehouse, and getting up in a hurry sends him falling out of bed and onto the carpeted floor. Well, that changes things, he's ... well he's still bleeding out, but he's not in a warehouse that's for sure. A quick check proves that he still has all his clothes, all his knives, and more importantly all his vital organs.

Retrieving his hat from where it fell, he gets up, scoffing at the paper and shoving it in a pocket. Life jacket? Sure why the fuck not, he grabs that in one hand, and heads on out. He doesn't even realize he's being magically compelled because the paper says they're having a meeting on Deck 1 so that's where he's headed. Oh they're gonna have a hell of a meeting.

He grumbles the whole way there swatting Friday away, and snapping the lei in half if it'll let him. ]

Alright already! Enough of that. Who the fuck is in charge, and where the goddamn hell are they?

2. The streets are his, they just don't know it yet (Promenade)

[Apparently he can't barge into the Captain's office and demand a sit down meeting so guess it's time to explore.]

This place must cost a quiet fortune to run. Who installed all these lights?

[This is so many lights, and electric ones too? Damn. Pricey. He doesn't know what a Tommy Bahama is, or sushi, or well... most of these stores. So he's more pacing up and down the main promenade glaring into each of them as if that'll somehow satisfy his curiosity.]

Where's I gotta go to get some chow?

[As if he's not standing in front of three stores serving food.]

2

[astrogator]

[Here's a young woman in a smart blue military uniform, energy weapon clipped to her belt. Her attention's drawn by that line about the cost. He's piqued her interest.]

You're supposing that this prison ship's got anything in the way of a functioning economy.

[She shakes her head, and then looks him up and down. Unfamiliar face. He has to be new. Well, he's taking this calmly. When she'd first arrived, she'd demanded to see the captain - or rather, the chart room and then the captain - and been denied on both counts.]

What are you after? A proper sit-down meal, or something more informal? [She assumes he just doesn't care for sushi. There's always the buffet.]

Alex Reagan | The Black Tapes Podcast | OTA

[11calls]

1. tidal waves out on the sea

Sleep hasn't been a thing for Alex Reagan for almost three years now, and the fact that it'd happened absolutely disorients her to the point where it takes a lot longer than it normally would to wake her up. She's a bit more thick when she finally does get there, and it takes her a while to find the letter to be released from the room. To her, everything is still carrying the sensation of being in a dream, and honestly Alex commits to it. While she's someone who's always a believer, there's something about her that knows that this can't be real. Yeah, okay she's mired in the possible end of the world, which she may or may not have caused, but come on there's no way that she's been kidnapped onto a fucking cruise ship. That's just a little too out there for even her to believe.

But she's not a huge fan of the way that her body seems to not being listening to her commands. It takes her a few minutes to actually make her steps take her onto the deck. The last time she was on a boat at sea it had been a ferry and someone had broken into her car and robbed it. That would have been enough of a warning to avoid the ocean, even if she wasn't currently worried about the rise of a Chthonic goddess. This somehow is even more unsettling what with the woman with no face. Well, Alex can't stop herself from thinking. At least it's better than having her face upside down. Then again, if her face was upside down it would definitely let her know that she's currently involved in something familiar.

Once the muster drill is over, Alex just looks around for a second before she asks in a soft voice with Canadian vowels that she can't ever seem to get rid of no matter how much she tries or how long she lives in America: "so, I've finally lost my mind, right? That's what this all has to be?"  

2. Lava lava everywhere and not a drop to kill you.

"Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me." The words are muttered bitterly as Alex stares at the way the floor is bubbling like every nature documentary that she'd ever seen of volcanoes erupting. A friend of hers had super wanted to be  a vulcanologist so she'd sat through more than her fair share of them as a kid. Logic dictates (two words that aren't very often associated with Alex Reagan) that if what was happening on the floor was actually lava, then the entire room would be too hot and all of the things inside of it--and possibly the ship as well-- would literally be burning up along with her skin. All of this feels warm to her of course, but that doesn't mean that she's not letting her brain start to work itself up into quite the lather about the whole thing. Well, this place just keeps on getting weirder now doesn't it? 

One thing that Alex isn't lacking, and will never be lacking is nerve. She's exhausted and hungry and tired of bullshit and the only answer to this is those god damn dino nuggets. Yes, she's a whole grown ass woman of thirty-three. Yes, she's someone who at least makes the effort to attempt to eat healthy sometimes. No, she's not the least bit ashamed that she's possibly going to risk her life for processed chicken products and decent fries. A woman needs to have priorities. 

Where her priorities have been lacking of late, however comes in being as physically active as she'd like. Oh, Alex still runs normally, but one thing that she doesn't do is anything like the ill-fated parkour that she's currently attempting to try right now. Ballet flats are definitely not her sneakers by any stretch of the imagination, and while she manages to make one shaky leap to a chair which leads to scampering onto the table, her right shoe tumbles loose and his the lava before dropping below the surface, leaving her standing on the table with a muttered: "oh my god." 

Wildcard: vices and vices: library and coffee shop

When in doubt, do research! Unfortunately, research is quite difficult to do when there's no cellphone service for internet, no computers to google and as far as Alex can tell, not one single non-fiction book in the whole fucking place. She'd spent hours in there, wandering around, and pulling anything that seems promising. Unfortunately, the only books that seem promising are the ones where it takes her longer to realize that they're fiction books as well. She can be found becoming increasingly frustrated, before she gives up entirely and heads for her other vice.

Well, her most important vice really: if she can't get to coffee then there's every chance that Alex Reagan is going to go homicidal. Sure, she's never done it before but then again even her most staunch critics know better than to get between Alex and her coffee. With the ever present headache that comes from not sleeping enough, caffeine is an ever present need, something that drives her towards the Sand Dollar in order to get the biggest, most absurd coffee that she can get her grubby little hands on. Given that it's closer to the afternoon than the morning, this particular brew comes in the iced variety: a monstrosity of sugar, cream and chocolate sprinkles. She wasn't sure about the tiny little madelines, but she'd ordered one anyway and then taken both cup and cookie over to one of the small tables. Her coffee is to be expected, but what surprises her is the delicate and buttery cookie. "Oh wow." The words are practically gushed. "This is actually way better than I was expecting!" 

Wildcard, Coffee

[midnightroads]

While no one really has a job on the Serena Eterna, the lwa-blooded high priest of the church of coffee spends more time at Sand Dollars than anywhere else on the ship. If he's judging her for the iced coffee, it doesn't show, as he builds the drink she asks for. That she's praising the cookie makes him grimace a hair, though.

"I can't take credit for that, sweetheart. The cookies are like the rest of the food, they just kind of happen." His accent is New Orleans, and not the nice parts, and he's fiddling with the espresso machine as he speaks.

Laurel Lance | DCTV | OTA (will match style)

[lightinside]

1. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎

Laurel is ninety percent sure that the suggestions and complaints box is an empty gesture. For one thing, it was a tissue box. Not exactly professional.

She has been here for almost a week now (if time passed the same way like it did back home) and there a few things that Laurel could complain about. Or suggest. Maybe she could write down something that would benefit her fellow passengers. There was the slightest chance that her suggestion could be granted.

So Laurel picks up two slips of paper and a pen, finding a surface to lean against. Her expression is one of pure concentration, her tongue poking out slightly as she scribbles down her thoughts - one for complaint and one for suggestion. The writing on the paper is neat and Laurel folds it over before returning to the desk, placing them both into the tissue box. She doesn't forget to return the pen either.

Around an hour later is when Laurel hears the loudspeaker come to life.

"LET EVERYONE GO HOME. Laurel Lance." Is boomed over the loudspeaker. Her eyes widen and she freezes. That was her suggestion.

So much for no consequences.

Twenty minutes later and the loudspeaker sends out another announcement.

"THE BAGELS ARE STALE. IT'S LIKE BITING INTO CARDBOARD. Laurel Lance."

Well. There was her complaint.

She hides her face in her hands, feeling embarrassed.

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2. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝙻𝚊𝚟𝚊

Great. Just great.

Laurel huffs out a breath as she surveys the floor of the Windjammer, not quite sure what she was looking at. Was it really lava? She remembers playing the game as a child, where you pretend the living room floor is lava and you had to hop from one couch to the next to make sure you didn't fall in and meet a fiery end.

It was fun.

This right here? Not so much.

She was also in dire need of a coffee. It was how she started her day. But Laurel wasn't sure if it was worth the risk to jump from table to table for a cup of coffee. There had to be other places she could get a coffee and a bagel. She decided that having something to eat with the coffee was probably a good idea.

The room wasn't empty though. There were people sitting at the tables with food in front of them. They didn't seem too worried about the lava floor which only makes Laurel question everything all over again.

"It can't be real lava, right? It's an illusion."

Said to no one in particular. She's mostly thinking aloud.

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𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍

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[konpeito_aji]

Nobunaga (overly armored, wearing a katana and matchlock long gun, looking like a samurai out of the 16th century minus the helmet and western haircut) laughs at the announcements, and whole-heartedly offers her a bro-fist, despite the kote gauntlet. Embarrassed or not, he approves! "It was worth a shot!" He was tempted to offer one too, for a kiln, or a hobby room, an art studio, or kitchens, but... yeah, now he's really glad he didn't, because he'd have died of embarrassment too.

"They might even listen about the bagels. Usually they're pretty good about food. Especially sweets. Also," he leans in slightly, almost whispering conspiratorially, "What's a bagel?"

Wednesday Addams | Wednesday | OTA

[woefullymacabre]

I. The Floor Is Lava

[This entire cruise ship is a sickly set of colours everywhere she looks, but that’s unfortunately how the world works sometimes. However, a girl has to eat and today the buffet happens to be besieged by lava.]

Huh...lava.

[But for some reason, the temperature isn’t unbearably hot like one would expect in a volcano-like situation. Wednesday crouched down, keeping her long skirt back out of the trail of so-called lava, reached out and with a single finger, swiped some of it. It wasn’t hot.

She has no fear, she puts her finger in her mouth. Some kind of tomato sauce.]

It’s not even spicy!

[Wednesday looks somewhat disgusted.]

II. Passengers...

[Someone describing Wednesday might describe her as unsettling. She was dressed head to toe in monochromatic black, white and grey, a school uniform for those savvy enough to be familiar with Earth private schools, and thick, sensible boots. She appears to be staring off into the distance, or perhaps into the person’s soul.

She could not look any less thrilled to be there if she tried. Was she even blinking? It might not seem like it.

Anyone willing to approach someone staring at them in an unsettling manner chooses to do so at their own risk. She definitely doesn’t look warm and friendly, but also maybe a bit more in line with a denizen of the ship over a passenger.

Then again, she might reach out.]

Where’s the nearest port so I can get out of here?

III. Wildcard

[Choose your own adventure. I’m up for pretty much any location. Note: Wednesday has the capacity to have visions of a character’s past or future against her will – but not yours. I’m very open to her being bombarded with something of your choosing. It merely requires physical contact with her, or an item belonging to the character in question.]

II

[midnightroads]

[Forgive Bash his grimace at the question. He's of a goth-ish persuasion himself, his black t-shirt showing off a tattoo of a crow (or is it a raven?) on each shoulder, one holding a cross that reads HODIE, the other holding a banner that reads CRAS--Latin for 'today' and 'tomorrow'.]

The ship isn't actually on an ocean and isn't actually going anywhere, because it's a pocket dimension created by a pissed off magician who's using our negative emotions as fuel to pursue his own goals.

So, nowhere.

Akechi Mitsuhide | Ikemen Sengoku

[damn_kitsune]

1: tidal waves out on the sea

To say that the whole situation was disturbing would have been an understatement for Mitsuhide. He woke up in a place that was very much not the place where he fell asleep late last night. Actually, he wasn't even sure that he really went to sleep last night. He was still wearing his armor after all. But waking up in a strange room and on a bed definitely told him something wasn't right. The rocking motion at least told him he was on a ship of some sort, so there was at least that. Though this didn't look like any ship he had ever seen. Not even the nanban's ships looked like this.

For now, all he could do was go along with things, and that meant going to this "drill" that the note indicated. Though he was going willingly, he kept his hand on his sword hilt just in case (the space was too enclosed for him to use his matchlock rifle nor did he want to waste time reloading it if things got too dicey).

After the drill, he examined the lei that was thrown around his neck frowning some.
"Well, that answered absolutely nothing. Does anyone here knows what really is going on?"

2: I don't know where I'm-a gonna go.

Trying to get more information about this place has led Mitsuhide to Friday's desk where he saw the box for "complaints." He wasn't sure if he should trust what the strange woman says about it being consequence-free. So instead he waited around a little to see what would happen once someone did submit a complaint.

Boy, was he ever glad that he didn't write anything down! He couldn't help but laugh once he heard all the information being read back in a booming voice that felt like it was coming from everywhere. All at the expense of the poor sap who wrote down the complaint.

"Well, no consequences as long as you are okay with public humiliation." Still chuckling.

3: Wildcard!

For now, Mitsuhide will simply explore the ship. If it could really be called that. It felt more like a floating town really. It certainly was big enough and there even was some kind of marketplace.

Feel free to run into him at any location!

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[konpeito_aji]

"I bet you could think of a suggestion that would embarrass someone else."

He has the utmost confidence in Akechi.

Also, he knows he Akechi knows Oda might shoot him if Akechi targets him personally. Although that might not be a deterrent, it'll be fun to find out.

Pico | Rune factory 4

[picoboo]

1: Pico hasn't been separated from Dolce in quite some time, and she's a little confused by the fact that she's now on this ship in a completely different world. Then she finds a giant pile of plushies... all kinds of different plushies of monsters she actually recognizes! Chipsqueaks, Cluckadoodles, even a weirder ones like the treasure boxes?

"Dolly?" It does seem like her handiwork, but she doesn't want to get her hopes up only to have them dashed.

2: Wildcard!

3: Pico as a ghost is perfectly able to fly over the lava floor, and thus is busily "cheering on" the people trying to maneuver through the "deathtrap" to get to the buffet.

"Careful or you're going to fall in!" She's such a helpful cheerleader isn't she?

Oh wait... she's playing with the dinosaur chicken nuggets now.

"Rawr, rawr, I'm a scary T-Rex! I'm going to eat you Mr. Chicken-o-saur!"
"Please don't eat me Mr. T-Rex! The Volcano is erupting! If you eat me now, we'll both die!"
"Rawr! Don't order me around Mr. Chicken-o-OH NO! I'm melting! Melting! Oh what a world what a world! What a cruel tomato soupy world! ... Bleh... I'm dead."

3 (lol)

[busball]

Klaus doesn’t expect too much, but an obvious ghost child seems surprising. Klaus has been so glad they have levitation to avoid the tomato soup vibes. Stepping in it once was enough. So they are just floating up above it.

“Nice. Dino nuggies. Are there more of those?” Trusting himself around kids? Yeah, no. But when they’re dead, does anything actually matter? “It’s too bad so many feet have been in this tomato soup, this would be great to dip your grilled cheese in. But feet…” A sigh. “Alas.”

Reno | Final Fantasy VII

[theturksway]

i. tidal waves

[It's about the fifth or sixth time that Reno turns around in the opposite direction (or any other direction really) than the one he's supposed to go in that he, finally, gives up on the effort. It may be less that he gives up so much as that he gets tired of getting distracted by a more interesting thing to check out and only barely managing to turn that way before his legs stop listening to him. It's bizarre and he doesn't like it. So he finds the direction he's supposed to go in--the only direction his body will pay attention and move towards without objecting--and heads that way.]

Geez, do they really think this is that necessary after having taken us against our will? I swear if this turns out to be another 'save all time and the multiverse' from annihilation again I will eat my freakin' baton. This is not in my job description!

[It's not not in his job description either, technically. It won't be the first or the second time he's had to save the day while no one was aware of it anyway. But that is besides the point. The point is...]

I'm so sick of this! At least let me go where I want to on this dumb boat!

ii. complaints

[It wasn't any better once he got free rein of his legs and body. The boat was just what it was. A boat. No better or worse than a train, except maybe that it meant it wasn't just a straight line from one end to the next. But the train had had people smart enough to install teleporters on it and it had grown so much over the years that it had a car for just about everything. This boat was...just a typical cruise boat. Made him think of Costa Del Sol for half a second. Now that would be a vacation.

He found the complaint box eventually. And ohhh did he have those. Plenty and plenty of complaints. But he started off with just a few minor ones to begin. He didn't seem to mind that they got aired over the loudspeaker though so expect more as the day drew on.]

Kidnapping is an illegal crime in most worlds that shouldn't be committed especially against someone whose authority is to kick the ass of idiots and bad guys! Or at least have the decency to make it interesting! Stop making it so cliché!

[or]

It's not a vacation until someone has fun. Where's the fun?

[or many other complaints]

iii. the floor is (not) lava

[It's not as if the food in this particular place was all that worth the effort. It definitely wasn't. But you know what was? A dare. A really dumb ass dare that Reno couldn't refuse to take. Because a challenge was the one thing he could have fun with at the moment so why the hell not.

Or maybe he just liked to show off. Because not once while he hopped and dashed and climbed his way from one end of the area to the other did he touch the ground, or lose speed. He was an agile little redheaded monkey. When he got to the other side he turned back to whoever was watching him complete the challenge.]

Got anything better? That was easy, yo!

iv. wildcard??

[ whatever else there is to do! pm or plurk me @ AisuYoukai if you like. ]

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[businessorlibation]

[Ah, new arrival day. Johnny can't help but be wryly amused. A short man (under five and half feet) in a very nice suit with a white dinner jacket, he leans against a nearby wall, giving Reno a thoughtful elevator look.]

You'll be free to go anywhere on the ship after the muster drill. I can accompany you to get it over with, if you'd like. Just brace yourself, the dame who gives it can be...startling.

Leanne | Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance

[song_princess]

Tidal Waves out on the seas:

This was a strange place to wake up in. She tried to keep to herself, unsure of all the humans around as the last time she saw them was a truly nightmarish experience. She almost screamed and flared her wings when the welcome girl rushed towards her and put on a lei.

Okay, she did good... She didn't run or scratch the lady. She behaved. A little bit. That is until suddenly a voice came out of nowhere and then those beeps! She lets out a small cry and her wings poofed up completely as she covers her ears, trying to block out the sounds of the drill.


Pretty soon we learn to fly:

This was torture. Complete and total pure torture in it's finest. There in front of her was food of all type but judging by people around her, the thing moving along the floor was dangerous.

This wasn't right. Food was right there and she couldn't remember the last time she ate. She didn't have either the strength or the energy to try and fly to get to it and so probably looked like quite the pathetic sight. Her staring longingly at the food and was almost at the breaking point of risking it all just to grab one piece of fruit. Even just one piece.

Wildcard:

Think of something else? Throw it in here!

Buffet Floor is Lava

[konpeito_aji]

Nobunaga walks from chair to chair, occasionally lassoing pieces in the soup to drag them closer and starts making a platter. He sees the wistful expression, and since she's got wings but isn't flying -- "Yo. Bird-girl. What's your favorite?" And after a pause: "I can't see colors, and this is still pretty foreign to me. So do you think you can tell me what's good to grab, and I'll bring you back whatever you want. Fair trade?" That way no one would think he was just being nice, and there would be no obligations either way!

Shiranui Kyo | Hakuouki Shinsengumi Kitan

[walkinggunshow]

A: Random deck on the ship:
Shiranui Kyo scowled as he tried to understand his new surroundings. He found this ship to be strange and nothing to what he was used to dealing with back at home. This was more advanced, and appeared to being run by a crew that wasn't alive? Shiranui was used to dealing with various paranormal, being a demon himself from the late 1860s of Japan... But the idea that a bunch of ghosts were running the ship was a new thing to accept.

Actually, there was a lot he had to try and wrap his head around. There seemed to be no purprose here for being on this ship. There seemed to be no roles assigned to them. It seemed that they weren't exactly prisoners? But they weren't allowed to leave and had to go whereever the ship was designated to arrive at. The way the ship was laid out it seemed as if you were meant to enjoy your time and stay onboard.

Sure, Shiranui could have fun here, it seemed easy enough to forget your sense of purpose on this ship. But he was a man of purpose. He hated being idle and cooped up in one place too long. This wasn't going to suit him too long. He rested his arm against the gun tucked in the waist of his pants. He never bothered getting a holster for his gun. It wasn't necessary in his opinion. One could see a stylized dragon tattatoo on his right arm. He wore a black sleeveless shirt that really didn't seem to have a back, but a simple strap. Black wrist bands of uneven length were on either arm. An old green scarf stood out among his black clothing he wore. He leaned against the deck railing appearing to be bored and disinterested in the surroundings. When in reality he was checking everything out. Seeing what he could read from the people around him. He always found that appearing to be disinterested gained him more information.

"If this is supposed to be some kind of vacation....this certainly isn't my idea of one." Shiranui commented to no one.

Growning bored of people watching, Shiranui began to look around the ship to see what was offered.

B: Photos at the Sea:
Yet, what he did find interesting was the Photos at the Sea. Photography was a new thing for his country. He had seen it once, but nothing like what the ship had to offer. He didn't fully understand how the device could capture a picture of you. Usually there was a person who did it and it took along time. This...appeared to have no one taking a picture. Like many thing things here.

He was able to sense a pressence of a being...but couldn't find one. It didn't feel like a demon or a human. The invisible staff was starting to grate on his nerves. Every so often he would see doors open and close or think he hear foot steps, but when he turned around he saw nothing. It really bothered him that there was already a picture of him on display. Spooked out by the photo, Shiranui shoved the photograph behind another picture. This was one human invention he wasn't ready to deal with. It took alot to unnerve him and this ship was certaintly starting to weird him out. Perhaps, if he had asked for it or saw it being done....he wouldn't have minded. He quickly turned around and hurried out the store. "What is with this place?" he muttered.

c: Various bars on the ship:
Spooked out by the photography place, Shiranui decided to investigate the bars he had seen. He could use a strong glass of sake. He hoped they had some available. After finding a bar more to his liking, Shiranui sat at one of the tables slowly taking a sip of his drink. This was more like it. Granted, it wasn't like the tea houses back at home. It would suffice. He was done exploring for now.

C!

[konpeito_aji]

"Ahhhh sake!" Nobunaga's red eyes light up taking in the newcomer. "I see you are someone of class, and good taste." Yes. "Are you Japanese too, or is that too much to hope for?"

Nobunaga grabs a stool nearby, and a formal sake saucer. Klaus (his partner) is finally beyond the point of needing Nobunaga to stay 100% dry himself, and this is his celebration drink, though he'll have to be careful not to make Klaus miss it later. Still, three weeks is easily the longest Nobunaga has gone without drinking in years.

He's only got one katana and matchlock long gun on him visibly, but the Oda emblem is all over his black and red armor, and even more on the bright red cloak.

Adela | Original Character (The Wake CRAU)

[enchantressofore]

1. Tidal Waves Out on the Sea

It was one dream to another, and not the first strange world she'd awoken in. It certainly felt like she was as alone as the previous time she'd woken up however, and unfortunately it didn't seem like that would change any time soon. The fact that she had awoken whilst appearing not-at-all human only made things worse, All that could really be done was to finish this 'drill' and to see if there was a point and purpose to her (or anyone else, really) being there.

One loud, disorienting, and only somewhat helpful lifeboat drill later, and Adela was sighing while she tried to stop her ears from ringing from the loud speakers. It was apparently disorienting enough for her to outright bump into someone, and she made a startled noise before grumbling.

"Sorry about that... You are not hurt, are you?"

The petite red-headed demon girl could afford at least that much courtesy, if nothing else.

3. Pretty Soon We Learn to Fly

It was depressing to be there with precisely no one that she recognized, but that didn't stop natural needs from being present. It was with an empty stomach and parched throat that Adela made her way to the buffet, but once she got to that area...

She'd think this was one of Nautilus's horrid jokes were she so clearly not able to bend reality to her will.

The young woman was slack-jawed and dismayed at the sight, with seemingly-molten rock barring the path. In fact, it seemed like she was staring aimlessly... Until she moved towards a wall, frowning thoughtfully at any nearby furniture, and trying to begin navigating a safe way to the food. Perhaps it was a desperate measure, but she was hungry and needed the food. Maybe it was a test?

A yelp left her as she slipped and only barely managed to grab onto the upholstry in reach, holding herself in a perilous stance between herself, the furniture she was standing on, and the lava below. Regaining her balance wasn't something that was going to happen either, at least not unless she got help before the curtain she was holding onto would tear...

[[ OoC: There isn't a lot of current info on Adela's journal right now so I'm sorry about that, it's something I need to work on. I figure I'd at least try to get back into RP a bit. ]]

3 - Also Wake CRAU

[spiral_brow]

[ooc: Curse my lack of appropriate icons due to having let his account run out long ago... (lol) EXTREMELY tentative voice-test with him here; just having some fun on the TDM. He's a little rusty from not having played him for so long.]

Well... cue one person you might recognize, Adela. Trust a cook to immediately suss out that this is tomato paste, and not actual lava. Although, given his reaction, it might have been better had it actually had been real lava.

Having found his way into the kitchen, Sanji storms his way back into the windjammer, a giant bowl in one hand, a ladle in the other. And he is fuming. Currently so mad, he initially doesn't even notice Adela, his gaze stuck on the floor.

"Okay, whoever did this..? I'll kick your ass! Seriously! What the HELL?! Ruining THIS much good tomato sauce?!" He starts skimming off the top, ladling it into the bowl, still muttering to himself. "Who the hell knows how many people have tromped through this. Will cooking it even get rid of all the germs? Che... I'll just feed it to the men. They'll never know the difference..."

Meredith Idlewild (OC)

[henchgal]

1. I wake up to beat the sun from her glory
This is not, in fact, Meredith's first time being kidnapped, but this is not the same circumstances as her being held for ransom. A weedy thin woman in business casual attire, she leans on her cane through the introductory spiel from the woman without a face. Unlike some of the other passengers, perhaps, she seems attentive to the speech; she doesn't have a legal pad to take notes on, but she catches key phrases in an unaddressed text on her phone, trying to get a sense of what the actual fuck is going on here.

Once released, she glances around for any sign of someone who can answer further questions, a shrewd expression on her face. "I beg your pardon, but have you been here for a while?"

2. I'm only one cigarette away from mobility
One of the early stops in Meredith's exploration of the ship is the infirmary. Perhaps you're one of the local medical sorts, surprised to see a stranger rummaging in the cabinets, one knee up on a counter as she digs all the way into the back. Or maybe you're just another patient, surprised the room is occupied.

3. It's always punch in punch out
The floor is lava.

Well, that's definitely an issue, but Meredith can't resist poking the 'molten' liquid with the end of her cane, just so see if it sizzles. Look, she knows there's no chance she'll be able to clamber, jump and play the game the way it's intended.

"It's not hot. Whatever it is, it's...not a risk of burns."

4. Go to work and go back home
Wildcard! Feel free to PM or throw your ideas at me.

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[lightconductor]

"Something I can help you find, Miss?"

Enter Watson, coming into the infirmary as he often does, a book under his arm, leaning on his cane. Strangers are always worth note, after all, in a place like this. His manner is polite, of course.

[flashedglass]

Suggestions

After figuring out the actual reason for the suggestion box, Clarissa realizes a much better use for the mechanic that someone has so generously offered to her.

Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries! rings out across the ship, followed a few minutes later by:

Dishonor! Dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow!

Clarissa is giggling madly and writing on yet another piece of paper to drop into the suggestion box. She'll run out of things eventually, right?

The Floor is Lava

This can't be real lava. It's not burning the tables or chairs and doesn't seem to be hot. But this place is supposed to be magic, so magical melty cold lava? She drops a cup into the swirling molten stuff covering the floor. When nothing happens, she drops another one in, climbing her way across the place without touching the 'lava'.

"This seems oddly like that game we used to play as kids," she says to herself, settling on a chair to poke the lava with a finger. It is indeed not hot and now that she's close enough, it smells like...soup. Tomato soup.

Clarissa grabs a spoon and scoops a little up. "No, that's disgusting. I wonder how many people have fallen into this. Ew."

Suggestions

[henchgal]

"Mulan. Seriously?" Meredith gives Clarissa a sidelong glance, fighting back her smile. "What's next, the whole Bee Movie script?"

avenger (edmond dantes) | fate/grand order

[ressusciter]

1. soul lookalike (tauva.)

[there's a stranger in monochrome who's taken over one of the larger tables, somehow having procured a large sheet of paper - it's several taped together into a big sheet, where he's currently absorbed in sketching out a map of the ship's decks. there's wine in a glass on the table, taken from the still neglected Topy's, but his location is entirely due to the fact that he's got a cigarette in his hand, tapped over an ashtray with a long practiced motion.

the soul who comes in is greeted with a glance upward of sharp golden eyes, and a question in a quiet voice.]

How long have the bridge and crew quarters been inaccessible?

[despite the abruptness of the inquiry, his tone is the sort that does not demand an answer, it merely expects it.]

2. moon is gone (pool deck.)

[one could think he was a living shadow, cloaked in black as he is, but the man at the deck's edge is still a man, gazing up at the heavens. his lips move soundlessly, looking up, for a long, long moment. and then he scowls, as comprehension dawns on him. quiet as the voice might be, the rougher edges come out to play now, a sentence spoken to himself in the night air.]

The stars, the sea...all pathetically false.

3. breathing slowly (windjammers.)

[so, the place is full of a strange, potentially harmful substance. it could be nothing, but it's enough to think about a plan through it. and fortunately, he has the reflexes and determination to create a better path through for people. a man over six feet tall leaping as lightly as a cat here and there, and maybe he's cut down on the seating capacity of the place some, but what he's doing becomes clear if you watch, or if you've approached after he's done with the work.

tables and chairs and trays, laid out with a precision, and if one follows the path, there's actually a way to hop from one safe spot to another now. it would be simpler if he could burn it all away, but for most, it should be easy to scramble and go from spot to spot, to get their food and exit the place. for his part, he's perched like some unholy shadow cat on a booth table that was bolted down, drinking coffee that makes his scowl deeper and deeper for how atrocious it is, regaining some strength. if this is someone's prank, it's an annoying one.]

4. wildcard.

[have another idea? let's go for it. will match format.]

2 and I'm going to force you into prose because I'm mean like that.

[serialskiller]

"You caught onto that faster than most passengers do." The tall, shouldery figure making that comment is in a yellow dinosaur hoodie with spikes down the arms and back. It doesn't look at the newcomer, but instead keeps its gaze up at the fake stars. "Some people spend weeks trying to chart the skies before they catch on. The allow themselves denial for longer."

Kamala Khan | MCU | OTA

[djinn]

Kamala was confused. It wasn't an unusual situation to find herself in, especially since the return from Pakistan and the discovery of her heritage, the fight against the Djinn. The battle at Cole's High School against the Damage Control crew had taken a lot out of her. The acceptance of her family of who she was and her powers, and her friends meant a lot to her. The previous week had been a time of healing and reconnecting with her friends and family, especially Nakia who had been so hurt by the secrets that she had kept even though she, at the time, believed it was to be the best option for them.

After she had returned home from the conversation with Bruno and Nakai about the mutation that he had found in her genes, she was laying on the bed pondering the situation and where she would go from there. Though she had said that it didn't matter, it would just be another label for her to carry she did want to know more about who and what she was.

It was then that she noticed the light coming from her bangle, that she stood up and went to take a closer look at it when suddenly she landed on a soft bed. Suddenly, she jumped up and started to look around her but everywhere she tried to go, she was bodily forced to move up towards the top of the deck where she was given a lei. Finally after whatever it was, was finished she found that she could finally move by her own free will again.

Looking around, she started to take in where she was. It was some sort of cruise ship by the look of it, per the letter that she had received. There were other people around but no one she could recognise.

[glassaxolotl]

Sometimes, Dedue observes the ship muster quietly while tending to the deck garden - a makeshift space where, during an island excursion, passengers had dragged several plants onto the ship.

He usually doesn’t say anything, just watches. But something about Kamala catches his attention. She looks lost to him. Moreso than the usual newcomer. Like there was something important she was doing and she has just been ripped away from it. He knows the feeling.

Putting the shears down, he pulls his gloves off as he approaches. “You are new to the ship, correct?”

Rose | The Legend of Dragoon

[originaldragoon]

1: Tidal wave out on the sea

Rose was very much not happy with the situation. She was fairly sure was dead at this point, the last thing that she remember being the bright flash of light as she and Zeig destroyed the core of the God of Destruction. Instead of having her very long-awaited eternal rest, she ended up here instead. After all that she had done throughout the millennia, she wasn't delusional to think that she deserved paradise, but she also didn't think she would be imprisoned on some strange ship either.

To get some frustration out, she tossed the lei aside and went looking for a quiet place to do some training. She finally settled on one of the upper decks that appeared to be empty. There she drew her sword and started going through the motions of some of her basic forms of swordsmanship. The exercise helped to clear her mind of any of the troubling thoughts she started to have when she first woke up.

2: Is that really lava?

Eventually, Rose did start to get hungry after her workout. So of course she went looking for food, and what she saw made her stop dead in her tracks as she was about to enter the restaurant area.

"You have got to be kidding me..."

It looked like lava was flowing on the floor. But there was one thing off. She's been close to a river of lava before. One could feel unbearable heat coming from it even while standing several feet away. There was no such heat here! In fact, even the furniture that was already surrounded by the stuff wasn't melting or being set on fire. So it only looked like lava.

But that doesn't mean it was 100% harmless either. She looked around for something that she could poke into the 'lava' with. There was her sword but she wasn't about to use that, just in case it was something that could still damage the blade on contact.

3: Wildcard?

For running into Rose as she is exploring the ship for the first time.

Kata!

[konpeito_aji]

"Nice form."

It's an understatement. She moved so fluidly, well-rehearsed, he felt like his own daily kata must look as underwhelming as Stede Bonnet's whole year of experience was to his own thirty.

"Mind if I join you? My adopted big sis has gotten me in the habit of doing my daily kata by her side, and I find it's more enjoyable than alone in silence."

Oh, and he should probably introduce himself.

A bow! "I'm Nobunaga Oda, 1582 Japan, Hell, Earth."

Anri of Astora | Dark Souls 3

[child_of_astora]

1. Have you seen Horace?

A sense of dread fills Anri as they are compelled to the dock. As soon as their faculties return to them, they pull the shield off their back and begin looking around them. If Anri was pulled here, wherever here is, perhaps Horace was as well. "Horace? Has anyone seen Horace?"

3. May the flame guide your way

"Reminds me of the lake." Anri stood in the middle of the tomato lava, holding a juice box with the straw slipped through a hole in the armor and surveying the buffet. Truly there was a lot to go around on this strange ship, and they were taken aback at the sheer variety of solid foods on offer. They were considering how they might enjoy this thing labeled 'pork chop' when they spotted something weird and glassy in the dessert section. "Excuse me, what is a 'jello'?"

1

[busball]

Klaus is distracted. They're trying to do their best, but it's not really working. Probably because of the whole new arrivals thing. Just his luck. He looks up at the mention of the name Horace. "Who?"

Abed Nadir | Community

[inspector_spacetime]

I Can’t Count The Reasons I Should Stay (Deck)

Abed Nadir has been having possibly the most boring week of his life since before college. No weekly friend drama, nobody wanted to dress up for the latest Kickpuncher screening with him, Ben Chang’s in the study group now for some reason. Troy’s gone. The series has officially jumped the shark.
After finishing up a paper and scrolling through TvTropes for an hour on his phone, he falls asleep accompanied by a crushing sense of... something. (Abed isn’t good at identifying his own emotions.)

When he opens his eyes again, he takes a moment to register what he’s seeing. Then, he sits up, eyes wide. With zero inflection, he says, “It finally happened. I noclipped into The Backrooms, I always knew this was a possibility.”

With eagerness, he reads the letter on the bedside table, scanning it for clues to what is clearly a puzzle that he will have to solve in order to escape. He pockets the letter, scans the room for any other items of interest, providing his own narration as he observes every part of the cabin as if in a point and click escape the room game.

Once done, he makes for the deck like a kid in a candy shop.

“Oh,” he says when he sees Friday, “‘the girl with the winning smile,’ I get it, because you have no face, that’s clever. I love your SFX makeup, very realistic.”

After muster, he will be looking around the deck much too cheerily for someone who is now stranded in a hell dimension.


One By One They All Just Fade Away (Windjammer)

Eventually, Abed heads to the buffet. He knows they won’t have his favorite food (Papa Penne’s Buttered Noodles, obviously) but they might have something adequate.

He stops in his tracks in front of the lava. His calm demeanor changes. Something in his eyes looks genuinely startled by this. “Floor Is Lava,” he whispers tensely to himself.

Scrambling on top of a table, Abed announces, “Can anyone pinch me or throw a glass of water at me or something, I’m seeing Floor Is Lava again.”

one by one they all just fade away

[millay]

Maeve pauses just outside of Windjammer, looking at the floor and at the man standing there. "I don't have any water, I'm afraid." But since he's asked, she will lightly pinch his shoulder. "Has that cleared anything up for you?"

Another beat and she gestures to the floor. "Is this normal where you're from?"

Goldenglow | Arknights | OTA

[glittering_gleam]

1. Out on the town

The first thing Goldenglow notices on waking is the sway of the ship. She bolts upright in an instant, heart racing, conscious mind trying to remember her breathing exercises and get herself under control before she blows a fuse. She's always been fond of horror, and this premise was the start to so many stories that gave her nightmares when she was little: victims trapped on a ghost ship, all-devouring monsters taking it apart bit by bit in search of fresh prey to add to the swarm. The note calms her a little — the presence of writing means that probably isn't the case here — and some of her fear is replaced with resolve to get to the bottom of this place.

She hurries to the lifeboat drill, leaning heavily on her staff while she waits for the "sea legs" she's heard of to eventually manifest. A small, faintly hysterical voice in the back of her head regrets her fondness for short skirts when she's so likely to trip and fall now, and a larger voice shouts it down and tells her to focus on the mission. She does keep her footing, but it's a class call now and again.

After the disarmingly calm lifeboat drill and a few reassurances from Friday that this world (wherever the hell it might be) was much gentler and safer than back home, Goldenglow stands panting on the deck. She hasn't sprinted this much in a long time, and she looks around for other newcomers while she leans on her staff and catches her breath. Maybe somebody familiar could be here? Or maybe just other people who want to know what the hell is going on?

2. Doctor feel better
Of course, once the immediate crisis has been resolved, further problems present themselves. Goldenglow is on a cocktail of very expensive medications, fully covered by her very generous workplace, but nothing came with her except the clothes on her back and the staff on her hand. She goes to Friday's desk and drops a slip of paper into the box, then spends a few minutes experiencing extreme embarrassment when she hears the loudspeaker repeat "IS THERE A PHARMACOLOGIST ABOARD? GOLDENGLOW."

3. Wildcard
[Feel free to PM me a suggestion! I'm still getting into the rhythm of DWRP and eager to find situations where your character and mine can play off one another interestingly.]

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[two_souls_wedged_inside]

"Ms. Goldenglow, what's a pharmacologist?" asks a young, buzzing voice from just below her eyeline. It belongs to some sort of tiny eight-eyed biped covered in bristly black fur, wearing an oversized green floral-print shirt.

dabi | my hero academia

[prominentlyburnt]

( ooc notes! in this case the content warnings need to come first! dabi is a moderate form of body horror just virtue of existing. he is horribly disfigured by burn scars all across his face and body, seemingly held together (more like decorated) with surgical staples. reference. he is also a pretty solid sociopath and a bonafide villain in his canon. child abuse and self harm mentions might crop up in his meta, but i'll do my best to warn for these beforehand. there's also some suicidal ideation happening in this top-level. he has a quirk called "blueflame", which is exactly what it sounds like. it's super fun! there is always going to be a 50/50 chance that he tries to burn someone alive!! who doesn't wanna roll those dice?! proper permissions post is here, but never hesitate to hit me up to discuss the finer points. )

i. i have some notes ( complaints )

( intermittently booming over the loudspeaker: )

NOT ENOUGH SMOKING AREAS

KITSCHY DECORE

WHY IS THERE COCAINE IN THE HOSPITAL SUITE. NOT COMPLAINING, BUT ALSO WHY?

( for these earlier announcements, he's mostly a non-player. lounging on one of the couches in the lobby with a hand extended into the air, inspecting from the tip of his nails to the edges of the burnt scar tissue and metal staples that secure unmarred skin to the terrible, curdled purple flesh that stretches as far up his arm as the jacket sleeves fall back to reveal. maybe someone's close enough to catch the way he muses aloud: ) Damn, I really did burn. ( and maybe chuckling darkly to himself.

then: )

WHERE ARE YOUR HEROES?

( this last one is different. dabi is still situated in the middle of the lobby, but has finally keyed into his surrounding. twisted around in a chair, forearm draped across the backing and mouth buried against his wrist. and he just watches, eyes blue and bright and a quiet sort of predatory. he is taking in the masses, and seeking anyone who might react with grandious insult to the challenge. where are the heroes? they're the only ones he really wants. )

ii. the floor is (tragically) not lava

( it's well established this isn't his world. there's little recourse for going back, and the objects of his ire aren't here. so, really, what's even the point? hands in his pockets and just taking a casual stroll down the hallway, dabi glances left when passing the entrance to windjammer and stops dead. drags his line of sight across the ripple and slow roll of danger spouting from an unidentified source. then tilts his head and huffs sharply out of his nose with an air of amusement. )

Man, what a way to go, ( he announces quietly, mostly to himself. actually completely disregarding anyone nearby and just waltzing into the outpour of lava without a care in the world.

only to find that it does not, in fact, offer the glorious burn the glint and glimmer of faux magma promised. instead, his boots squelch when pulling one foot from the sticky pool of tomato sauce. dinosaur chicken nuggets were, decidedly, not worth drenching the tail ends of his jacket for. )

Ahhh... ( #disappointment )

iii. miscellaneous

( a little more time passes from the tragic pasta sauce incident, and dabi is anything but idle. in fact, he's kind of concerningly all around; a quiet and solitary figure that radiates menace and boredom all in one.

you may catch him:

( a. ) in stellar, with his chair pushed back and feet kicked up on the pristine white tablecloth. an array of dishes clutter the tabletop, sliverware is knocked astray, and he's using the same spoon-fork duo to sample all the dishes. more are coming, carried through the air by invisible beings that don't garner a second look from him. the existening plates are all relatively full, like a single bite has been taken from each before it's been found wanting. or —

( b. ) in playback, viciously dominating half the games. there's plenty he's never played, but the quick commitment of the controls to memory and finely honed reflexes easily carry into victory, after victory, after victory. the callsign PLF quickly makes it way to the top of any of the digital leaderboards, and often dabi can be found grinning lazily at the screens. but he is still wholly and irrevocably bored, and drifts from console to console like a phantom. or —

( c. ) in hurikane, sequestered to a corner of the bar-top. lounging in a stool, physically turned out to the room as a whole; the body language that invites interaction but the sunken, blue-eyed stare that preemptively rejects it. he's skimming the surface of a pool of thought, resisting the temptation to plunge into a memory of another bar. one where he'd at least come to recognize the faces of everyone surrounding him. repeating that process again sounds exhausting. is this homesickness? or —

( d. ) in tauva, completely bypassing any method of acquiring a cigar the normal way and this time actually initiating conversation. whoever is smoking — especially ciagrettes — is going to be casually approached. he's incredibly aware of what he looks like, a poster child of why one shouldn't play with matches, and leans into the way it makes people uncomfortable. watches with blank impassivity for the slightest hint of a squirm when inclining his head and asking: ) Can I bum one of those?

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[dolcedeleche]

[The thing about seeing ghosts is you definitely get to experience some pretty horrific visual sights.]

[So Dolce takes it all in stride, not that perturbed, but listening to the announcements with a slight headtilt, and nodding in agreement.]

[Then out loud, though still quietly because Dolce is incapable of yelling:] Because benzoids are the strongest anesthesia known to man. I hope no one's thinking of abusing it. The insomnia and hyperthermia can be quite deadly.

[To the last part:] If anyone's waiting on a hero to save them, they must be very boring.

Scaramouche | Samurai Jack

[numerouno]

I. Arrival

[Ever heard the expression, 'what's the matter, wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something'? Well, that doesn't begin to cover what Scaramouche is going through.

For one thing, he doesn't sleep, and what does he find himself on? A bed! And where is that bed? On a ship! Sailing across who knows which ocean!

All the time that went into tracking down the samurai and look at what he has to show for it now? A village in the middle of nowhere reduced to rubble? Days and days of waiting around for Aku's Most Wanted to actually show up? The perfect trap for Samurai Jack and nobody there to roll out the red carpet?

But they're thoughts for later. At the moment, he's got a long list of questions. Big questions, like what just happened? What's this about a "vacation"? How did someone get the jump on him?

Why can't he remember anything?

It's a lot to take in, but take it in he does as he eventually relents and lets his legs carry him wherever they want him to be carried, alarmed by the lack of control but curious to know where it's gone and what's taken it away.

Out of the narrow halls and their low ceilings and into the sunlight, he emerges. Scaramouche the Merciless! At seven feet tall*, wearing a vibrant purple trenchcoat and bearing a large sword on his back and a dagger at his hip, he stands out. But never has he been cornered into a tighter spot than this one. His legs won't budge at all now, the unknown force on his body (Gal Friday?) continuing to make him follow that note he read to the letter, keeping him still, and so he freezes in place, not moving an inch more, falling silent.

The faceless woman greets him and Scaramouche feels himself tense up, glowing eyes wide, mouth falling slightly open when she advances to... oh. To place something around his neck. He watches her leave.

When the muster is over and people around him start clearing off, he touches the feathers at his neck with his free hand, lifejacket lowered to his side in the other.]

II. Wildcard

[ooc: Scaramouche goes exploring! Pick any location and let's roll with it! If you wanna do something else, feel free to hmu at onthelam or PM this journal. Also, will match format!]

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Pratt is wandering around the deck to see if there's any new arrivals because showing up on the ship is super weird, even if it is better with Friday (Pratt got welcomed by Beetlejuice so his initial reaction was less than stellar). He has a tray of mashed potatoes from the buffet that he's carting around offering snacks to people because what better way to make friends then with food?

Okay maybe mashed potatoes aren't the best option since they have to be scooped into a cup and eaten with a spoon but he likes potatoes okay? Still that's uh.. probably not gonna work with this guy.]

Holy shit you're tall.. [Subtle.] Iiiiiiii'm gonna guess you don't eat huh?

Floofty Fizzlebean | Bugsnax

[empiricallythebest]

Question time has just begun

Well. Uh. That sure is a Grumpus. Which is to say, more specifically, that sure looks like a five-foot-four muppet with short plum fur, a velvety yellow nose, beer-bottle-thick glasses, a bowtie and a missing leg replaced from the knee down with a bionic one.

And they're observing Friday obsessively during the strange safety presentation, and is immediately stalking her after the presentation in a nasal, needling tone, "You, faceless authoritarian! I demand to know more about your bodily functions!"


The floor is... lava?

Floofty stands - or squats, despite their bionic leg - at the very very edge of the lava.

And then they reach down, detach their leg, and poke its foot into the lava. And withdraws it to observe the way the glowing yellow molten earth sloughs off it without harming it.

They look around curiously, and- oh, sucks to be you, they've just made direct eye contact with you. And they point at you imperiously, their tone immediately impatient.

"You - come here. I'd like your assistance in a highly important scientific experiment." There's a short pause, and then they add, clearly belatedly, an afterthought and a grating one with the way they sigh about it. "Please."

the floor is something something

[dirt_nap]

What has two thumbs and completely the wrong idea about why he's suddenly on a ship? This guy.

"Do you have a visitor permit?" he asks suspiciously, with a bit of a Russian accent, because he hasn't yet figured out that he doesn't need to be speaking English. He walks up to Floofty, but only to get to speaking distance; this does not constitute entering into an agreement or contract to assist them, this is not legally binding, he waives none of his rights,

Jason Mendoza | CRAU past ship edition

[stupidnicks]

tidal waves out to sea

Jason wakes up with a start, the loudness of any sound. He moves, noting the ship vaguely before… “Oh dip. I can see my hand.” It’s the first thing he thinks about.

Then he sits up. “Oh dip!!! I have a body, too?!” He sounds so excited. But then he looks over and sees a familiar letter. “Oh dip.” There’s a frown. “This again? Aw maaaaaan. I’m gonna die so many more times! That’s so unfair!” There’s a long sigh before he drags himself out of the bed and starts up to the drill with his life vest.

He makes a face when Friday puts the lei around his neck. “But we already did this,” he whines.

Fiiiiiiiiiine! He pouts and sits on a lounge chair. “Who are all these people? Where’s Chidi? Where’s Eleanor? Where’s Daisy and that Vorhees guy? I hope he’s not here to try to kill me because of Jason superiority!! He wouldn’t even let people call me Jason in front of him or I’d die! This is dumb.”

Pretty soon we learn to fly

Jason frowns as he looks at what appears to be lava. He jumps onto the chair, which slides and falls so he lands face first in lukewarm tomato soup. “Ahhh!!! Oh.” Not lava. Tomato…something?

But now he’s gonna need new clothes. Uggggghhh. Well, he might as well get some food, since he’s already here. Apparently there’s no gator meat today, so he settles for mediocre tacos and sits at one of the tables.

Wildcard

Anything goes! Just come at me! All ideas are good ideas.

tidal waves out to sea

[hadnoright]

Daisy happens to walk through this area of the deck at exact the right (wrong?) time. Her gaze slides past him at first, only to snap back suddenly in a true double-take as her brain catches up with her.

She blinks a few times. Says, "...no. Absolutely not," and then straight up goes to walk away as if he hasn't seen her.

But that sure is a Daisy. A little scrawnier than Jason last saw her, but very much her.

9S | NieR: Automata

[personaldata]

the floor is l[A]va

[9S has never countered such a situation before as to find himself at the entrance of a place called ‘Windjammer’ and to realize the ground is covered with...something. Instead of having an understanding of the game, or the fact it is some kind of food matter on the ground, he stops in the entrance and seems to the untrained eye, poking at something midair.

He is, of course, he’s searching through his data to see if he can make out any explanation for what he’s come accross.

When he finishes his searching and comes up empty, he laughs.]

I can’t believe this. [Then again, the ship has been non stop excitement since he came online.]

wandering a[B]out the ship

[Despite the android colloquially known as 9S appears to be completely blindfolded, he can’t help but look around wildly as he takes each step. This ship is in good order, it’s clean, it’s not run down, heck they’re on some kind of water!

Everywhere he turns and goes there’s nowhere that isn’t downright decadent from what he’s used to. There are display cases full of food, shops full of some items, most of which he hasn’t really ever seen before.

He could maybe be forgiven for walking around with his mouth agape in awe.]

wild[C]ard

[9S would be absolutely delighted to meet a human since he’s never met one, and he’s open to trying just about anything on board. Sadly he will discover that being served alcohol will not be an option for him.]

B

[glassaxolotl]

A sturdy man of 6’8 with scars lining the side of his face happens to step out from one of the restaurant doors and then freeze, his eyes locked on the newcomer passing through the Promenade.

At a slight distance, it looks like... could that be Ashe?

Excitement at seeing one of his closest friends combines with worry about seeing him here of all places.

But then he looks closer, and recognition turns to simultaneous disappointment and relief. This is not his friend. The hair is too straight, the skin under the blindfold lacks the mess of freckles, and what looks like the outline of the Garreg Mach school uniform is not in fact that. But the resemblance is striking nonetheless.

Dedue hasn’t realized how much he misses Ashe until just now. His eyes turn sad.