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TEST DRIVE MEME #1

1. now it's fun to wake up in a strange chateau

[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! We're so glad to have you!

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

2. messing with my mind was fun at the time

[freshly lei'd, your legs are forced to lead out onto the deck and towards your muster station. the same woman is there, carrying a clipboard. this time, she introduces herself as Gal Friday, the cruise director, before immediately going into the muster drill spiel. it is very boring, and you are not allowed to move, except when you are required to show you know how to put your life vest on. you could try to not do this, but Friday will move to stand in front of you very closely and just. look in your direction until such a time that you decide to do it. and I'm sure your fellow passengers want you to just get on with it, too.

but, once it ends? she reiterates her desire to welcome you aboard. and, then, you're free.

well, free to move about the ship at your own leisure, of course. which is a kind of free, and probably the best one you can hope for. you could try to escape, maybe, if you have the means to; Friday certainly won't be one to stop you. that's what the barrier is for, after all.

but, wouldn't you much rather have fun?

the buffet is full. the pool is open. the casino jingles and chimes.

welcome aboard.]

3. lots of mystery in the history of the devils I knew

[you were never alone.

a few days have passed since you first arrived on the Serena Eterna. perhaps you've made yourself a little routine, and settled in a bit. or maybe you haven't done that at all. either way, you're here, and it looks like somebody is pretty pissed off about it.

it starts small. sometimes nearby plates skid off tables, or a pool chair upends while you're walking next to it. and sometimes that chair is aimed right at your head. objects are moving with quickly increasing frequency, and a wide variety of styles: some are dropped, or pushed, and others and others are tossed, but a few of the items are thrown, with great force and odd accuracy. if Friday is around during the lighter moments, she simply titters and cleans up whatever mess is made. if a pot of soup sails off the buffet line and nearly drenches you in boiling minestrone, she simply walks away.

and then there's the voices. hundreds, maybe thousands, calling out. not all are intelligible English, but you seem to understand them anyway. some sound scared, or angry. some are screams, others whispers. some sound entirely strange, while others are achingly familiar. and they're all saying the same exact thing:

Get Out.]

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1. The Steam that Rises from the Water
What scares Johnny Summer the most is not being on a ship--an impressively large ship, decked out in a manner he could hardly imagine, bigger than any cruiseliner on the ocean in 1907 (his native time). It's that he's away from his building--his home and business alike. Anywhere that isn't the Margrave Building is foreign territory these days; the city center would be as panic-inducing as this situation, in some ways.

But Johnny is a man of poise, if nothing else. He arrived in a dinner suit with a white summer jacket, and even found a tin of hair pomade in his pocket (along with the other items that should be). Even before he left his room, he'd paused to slick back his hair, adjust his jacket and try to find his dignity. By the time he arrives at the muster drill, he's managed to almost seem more curious than scared witless.

It's an act. He's curious what acts other people will have, to cover their fear and bewilderment.

2. Tells Me You Are Satan's Daughter
A. Tauva
It took only two confrontations with Gal Friday for Johnny to realize that the local smoking restrictions were inescapable. So, he's retreated to Tauva, where he can get away with lighting up one of the thin black cigarettes he's brought with him and think.

As he notices a stranger approaching, his eyebrows both lift, his lips curl, and he holds out his cigarette case in an invitation. "No offense to whoever's running the humidor, but I'm not sure I trust the local cigars."

B. Pool Bar
The first time he hears the sound of the blender at the pool bar, Johnny is first confused, then intrigued. Such things simply don't exist in his time; he's over 40 years before the invention of the pina colada.

So the sound that comes out of him at the first sip of one (served in a festive pineapple with paper umbrella garnish, of course) is one of delight and surprise. "Well, will wonders never cease. I'm going to need to figure out how to make these, when I get back to my place. They're sure to be a hit."

3. If I Am the Devil's Son
Unfortunately for Johnny, he's in the Stellar dining room, eating a plate of duck a l'orange when the poultrygeist...erm, poltergeist activity begins. The unused place settings begin to dance along the edge of the table, before the forks and knives begin throwing themselves at the hapless diners.

With a yelp, Johnny throws himself out of his chair, trying to take cover under the table. But it too seems to be starting to float.

"What is this madness?!"

X. Then into the Darkness We Should Run
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strange chateau

[Right, well. Not the first time he's gotten so absolutely pissed last night that he woke up somewhere unfamiliar with a bit of a blackout and a monstrous hangover. But usually that involves bedhead hair, tousled sheets, warm bodies or cold corpses within reach depending on how the night went - and he's usually on steady ground. The gentle, almost-imperceptible bob of the ship has him on the edge of throwing up over the side of the bed.

This is a new one, but clearly he's taking it in his stride. Somehow, John manages to get his shit together, or at least not shit the bed on his way out the room. The door doesn't open - of course it doesn't - and he didn't so much read the note as he did scan it like front page news before ripping the lifevest out from the closet, putting it on backwards to protect his exposed nipples from the cold, and stumbling out into the narrow corridor.

Without his room key. And wearing absolutely nothing except for the back-to-front lifevest. To be fair, he's being helpful. Nothing would get anyone running to Deck One like some crazy naked blond fella with all his bits hanging out looking pale and nauseous.]

...C'oh, mate, I think I'm gonna be sick.

the devils I knew
[At some point during his stay on the Serena Eterna, he does manage to get some clothes, and he even sobers up a bit, so no one else has to endure all the sights that John Constantine has to offer. In fact, he does a whole 180, and he's that guy with the tie in the trenchcoat standing next to the swimming pool, letting the poltergeists take cheap shots and use him for target practice. Figures, this isn't just a lucky ticket he was gifted by a very magnanimous Nigerian prince. Haunted cruiseships aren't really his specialty, but he's not too bothered by moving objects and gravity-defying gins and tonics.

At least, not until he gets hit in the head by a flying coconut. He gets knocked away from the pool and loses his balance, crashing into an unfortunate nearby bystander and knocking them off their feet. Hands flailing in all sorts of appropriate and inappropriate places, Constantine tries to regain his balance and put some respectable distance between them. Or at least get to his knees.]

...I'm alright. Cheers. [He thought he'd asked if the other person was alright, but you know, he was... thinking it, at least?]

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[A faceless woman is not among the oddest things Ebalon has seen in his exponentially long lifespan, so do forgive him if he doesn't react with much horror at the sight of Friday. If people around him are gasping or crying or otherwise expressing abject shock, he's the odd man out, standing there politely with a slight, soft smile on his delicate features. He hardly even reacts when the lei is placed around his neck other than to quizzically run his fingers over the rooster feathers, briefly wondering what kind of fashion statement this is supposed to be before seeming to move on.

...the compulsion that brought him here was a touch annoying, though, he'll admit that much.

Unfortunately, Ebalon can't quite find it in himself to care much about the surroundings. There's work to be done, yes, but by his measure he can simply do it here. Whatever spacetime anomaly that brought him here can be researched and picked apart piece by piece until he has either a workable solution to exiting, or more knowledge than he entered with; at which point, the latter of which should give him enough information to loop back around to workable solution. If he's baffled about the situation at all (and he is — as evidenced by approximately one (1) half-second where his brow creases and he frowns just after Friday bumbles off to go lei someone else), he's doing a damn good job of hiding it.

He doesn't speak, but rather makes unflinching eye contact with you as soon as Friday loops the rooster feather lei around your neck, offering a thin smile as polite formality. If you're concerned about the situation, that's your problem, clearly.]

II.

[When the back-to-back compulsion spells finally end, Ebalon only looks mildly more cross than he was when they began initially — though, if you look in his direction, he's swift to correct his frown into something far more amicable. It wouldn't do to get mad over such a minor spell anyhow, would it?

He'll make his way to the library on deck 3 first in search of answers of any kind, though he finds on the walk there that his magic seems to be working fine. A little supernatural movement in the shadows here, a tiny ball of moonlight in his hand there... everything seems to be in order by Ebalon's measure. If you catch him playing with magic at some point between his journey and the library proper, he'll offer you a smile, like he knows you've been looking. It's all smiles with this man, clearly.

In the library itself, however, he seems perturbed. There's not a single non-fiction book here, and that makes his research rather frustrating. Supposed research, anyway. In most cases, anything would help, except for the fact that colourful children's books and novella for teenagers don't offer much except life advice.

Ebalon doesn't care for life advice.

He'll stay in the library for several hours regardless of that fact, pouring over books in case there's something hidden within the pages. There's a precarious stack of YA novels building next to his right elbow that threatens to topple at any moment, but he's hardly paying it any mind. From where he's seated at the table, facing away from you, he says aloud in a quiet voice,]

I personally wouldn't bother with that section, unless you fancy books for older children.

[...it's like he has eyes in the back of his head. He hasn't looked up from his current choice novel.]

III.

[Today, Ebalon thinks he might as well be living in his shield magic for how much flying objects have caused him to toss them up. By Henir, this is almost more annoying than anything else he's ever dealt with in his life. Almost.

It's fine, he thinks to himself; he'll just gently delete the existence of whoever or whatever has been hurling things in his direction while he's trying to exist in this spacetime anomaly. It'll be quick, no one will know, and he'll be able to get on with his list of things to do.

From where he's seated near the buffet table picking at lunch, a spoon comes flying out of nowhere and thunks uselessly off of a translucent, white-glowing magic shield. Unfortunately, that spoon happens to come at him from an angle awfully close to where you're standing, which means—]

Ah, do you have a moment? I just want to talk.

[—that he thinks you're the cause of the hellishly annoying day he's been having. The hostility in his voice, while not obvious, is certainly present.]

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1]

[Falling falling falling...

And then she wasn't anymore. Nell laid there, still as a stone, like she was having one of her episodes. Her body refusing to listen to her for a minute...three... Slowly she clenches her fist, her muscles finally returning to her, and her hand goes to her throat. There's nothing there...?

Nothing there.

She lets out a breathless laugh and sits up, pausing again to see herself still wearing the dress from the 'dream'. Breath stilling in her throat, she picks at the skirt of it, trying to make sense of reality. Lifting her eyes she sees no dark figure waiting for her, but a note.

Eleanor reads it and laughs again, this time it's louder and sort of bitter. Maybe this is a result of her siblings finding her and putting her in 'professional care' like they'd threatened to a time or two. Always after one of her bad nights, always when she was just a little too emotional for them. Always seemed to bother them at just the wrong time...

Still, it was worth following the directions to at least see about getting out of here. What she needed to do, what mask she needed to wear. After washing her face, Eleanor gathers the jacket and makes her way out of her room. Having never really been on a ship it takes her a few tries to find 'deck one', legs locking up here or there. The paralysis is nothing new to her, still leaves her staggering slightly (bending at the waist, really) as she tries to continue walking.

Eventually she makes it there, the shoulders of the jacket gripped in both hands and gathered together at her stomach. She looks around nervously, hoping...maybe to see a familiar face in the crowd. (Maybe Luke?)]

2]

[The whole life jacket demonstration leaves Eleanor with a taste in her mouth that she can't describe. Not quite like bitter tea, more sour...like a lemon candy. The vest begins to feel more like a stone the longer she leaves it on.]

Off.

[Talking mostly to herself, she looks down at the ties/clips that are keeping her bound in it. Her fingers fumble at them, refusing to work properly just like she'd just 'woken' up after her sleep paralysis.

Nell bites her bottom lip to keep from whimpering and making a scene, but still, there's going to be an audible gasp of relief when she gets the first one undone.]

3]

[Whispers she's dealt with. Shadowed figures looming in front of her she's more familiar with.

This...?

Eleanor is clinging to the walled side of the staircase, having barely moved out of the way of the laundry cart that she swore moments ago was halfway down the empty hall she just left. Eyes wide she checks again to see if there's anyone down the hall, then down at the foot of the stairs.]

Did... Did that hit anyone?

[She doesn't see anyone right away under the pile of sheets or around corners/pillars, prompting her to make her way hurriedly down the stairs to at least right the thing. No reason for anyone to trip over it! But as she bends to pull it upright there's a loud, raspy whisper, audible to anyone within the area of the landing there that's right in your ear:

GET OUT

[Eleanor jerks up straight, looking around wildly.]

I...

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Edited (lmao been so long i forgot about wildcards) 2022-02-11 06:05 (UTC)

time for an unplanned vacation.

[ 'Who the fuck names their kid `Gal Friday`,' levi wonders to himself as he sits up in his bed and discards the note he'd found on the nightstand. 'And where the fuck is this??'

his old bones creak to life as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes, muscles protesting against going into motion. despite not having a clue which direction he's supposed to be going his legs seem to take him along with only a slight hitch in his weak ankle. it's an eerie feeling, not unlike an instinct but it's an instinct he shouldn't have.

not before long he finds himself meeting this `gal friday` and immediately takes a disliking to her and her voice. he blinks tiredly as she places the veil around his neck. levi doesn't know why he can't quite focus on her face but chocks it up to his screwy vision, having lost it completely in his right eye. he sighs in exasperation. ]

Great.

[ levi's voice is thick and absolutely unamused. but honestly, he can't complain - yet. he's only needed a vacation since the day he was born. it's just this eerie feeling that he's still asleep dreaming up some weird bullshit that he can't shake. last he remembers he was in his own bed in his own house...

he turns away from this creepy gal lady and approaches someone else - another passenger - and hopes they're just as fucking lost as he is. having suffered so much the years before, his appearance is quite grisly at this point; old scars with messy field-stitching mark his face and cut through his right eye and across his lips. his right eye's gone a milky white undoubtedly from the damage. but despite it all, and despite his cold aura, levi isn't entirely unfriendly. ]

You bring yourself on this ship or did you just find yourself here like I did?

this devil isn't the one i dreamed of.

[ it's been some time now and each day is the same. it's a monotony that levi absolutely craves, comfortably boring after the hell he experienced for nearly 40 years. he wakes, heads to the bistro, the gym or maybe even the pool and he might harrass one of the other passengers along the way. it's... good to get some self care in. a lesson levi's learning, if slowly.

but things aren't as simple as they seem.

levi had always thought ghost stories were just tales for children. things mothers would tell them to keep them in line, out of places they weren't supposed to go, teach them some sort of storied moral. that sort of thing. and with the amount of dead friends levi has in his past it sure would be nice to think that some of them were still around in some way. he's never had any evidence towards that and failed to allow himself to believe any of it. but this ship sure has him second guessing these thoughts.

the suicidal dishware is sketchy enough but when levi starts hearing sounds and voices of people that aren't there it sets him on edge. he heads down to his new favorite cafe for a soothing cup of tea. unafraid to be comfortable around strangers, levi settles into the bar stool right next to someone else and defaults to his favorite flavor of crude humor. ]

Watch out if you go to take a shit on the toilets. They might shit back.

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i. good morning starshine, the sun says hello.

( sakura nanamine is not a girl who shows her emotions easily. and yet, when she awakens in an unfamiliar place, anyone would be scared. the note is... less than helpful, or at least not as helpful as she wanted. she's on a ship, and knows it's name. she certainly hasn't made any choice lately, let alone about a cruise vacation- especially during the school year, are you crazy?- and there's... some sort of orientation.

well, not drowning is good. if they can even go overboard- the first assumption is that it's a boundary, and there are limits to how far anything and anyone can go. but she's not about to test it. ... maybe she can look around on her way. except she can't move to the left when she tries in one of the hallways. she can't move her legs at all. ... disturbing. when sakura spots someone, she glances over to them. )

Do you know what's happening here?

ii. from deck to deck

( well. that was... enlightening. sakura does not remove the lei, but she's... unnerved, and doesn't really know why. maybe she should get rid of it, but really, the girl just wants to get away from there. so she does, and when she comes to a stop outside of the dining room, she realizes she'd been running.

she's been in control for so long. to be powerless again... its an uncomfortable feeling. ... she'll hold on. for as long as she can. so sakura inhales, drops the lei on the floor and walks. she needs information.

the first stop is photos at sea, where she finds information, all right- too much, and none of it makes sense. there's photos of her already. of other passengers too. when were these taken? she doesn't remember any of these events- eventually, she waves someone she shares a photo with over, somewhat relieved to have caught them. )

What do you make of this?

( when she ends up in the kid's lounge playback, it's... ... look, she's not for it. she doesn't like a lot of loud noises, and someone keeps laughing and it's making her skin crawl. sometimes she thinks she sees something out of the corner of her eye, but there's nothing there. an arcade box blares loudly and she sort of... just stares at it. maybe she'll just leave.

which is how she finds herself at sand dollars, eventually. it's a decent little cafe, she supposes- and... well, she's tired, and she won't admit it but she's scared. a little treat has been more than earned. with a chamomile latte in hand and a madeline on a plate, she sits down and looks out the window. she's not sure where they are. if they're on earth, or the far shore or what. ...

oh wait someone just sat down beside her- )

... Are you a new passenger too?

iii. god i wish i could

( sakura barely manages to duck when a plate flies and nearly beams her right in the head. ... tsukasa was a capricious child, but at least she never had to worry about this. but she can see the ghosts- its more than some others can say. get out they say. well, fine. quietly, sakura calls out- )

There's one on your left. Be careful.

( is she going to elaborate? no. ... not right now, anyways. )

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Strange Chateau

There was a time in his life when waking up in a strange bed on a cruise ship he doesn't remember boarding would send him into an immediate anxiety spiral. Hunk likes to believe he's grown since then. All things considered, this isn't even the oddest situation he's found himself in. On a scale of one to ten, he'd probably rate this one a solid five or six.

Hunk can be spotted, eventually, holding his life jacket and spinning his wheels near a group of similarly agitated passengers. Safety's important, no matter who you are, and he's going to guess that this is a briefing he's better off hearing in its entirety. If nothing else, maybe a little more information will make this seem less panic-inducing.

Messing With My Mind

The reality of the safety briefing is a lot drier than initially anticipated, but it's still all good info to have. The most concerning part of all of the entire ordeal is that he's somehow unable to move until the speech is concluded. Hunk is just going to file that away for future reference.

Once they're released to their own devices, Hunk is quick to turn to the nearest person to get their take on all this. "Hey, uh. This is probably going to sound completely crazy, but do you remember actually boarding this ship?" Because he doesn't. No amount of thinking back is going to change that, either, apparently.

Devils I knew

It'll be a few days before things take a turn for the weird and unusual. In the meantime, Hunk manages to settle into something that almost resembles a routine. It's odd being here without the others. That's one of the first things that pop into his mind, once he's begun to process everything else. Would he find all of this less odd if his friends were here? Hunk has no idea. He's not even sure if he'd like to find out.

What should have been a nice lunch is quickly derailed when a nearby chair decides to levitate. It hovers there for a few seconds and then goes crashing into the far wall. Eyes wide, Hunk abandons his sandwich and dives under the table.

"Oh man. What is even happening right now?" Who is he talking to? Nobody specifically. Himself, perhaps.

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I. Strange Chateau

It takes him an hour or two to actually poke his head out of the tiny room, because what the hell, what the fuck, is this some HYDRA trick or is he hallucinating or did someone kidnap him from his tiny closet of a hideout, and if so, why? And why the weird note?

If you go knocking on doors, you might find him wedged into a corner of his room with a gun in one hand and the other curled into a metal fist, glaring warily at the door.

When he does finally go out, he tries to start looking around before answering the summons, but he doesn't move. So that's another half hour of just standing there, confused and angry, and increasingly terrified. A little help here maybe?

III. Devils I Knew

Routines are dangerous. He spends most of his time lurking, not trusting anything or anyone, trying to be in unexpected places where he can get the best view of whatever is happening in a given space with as few people as possible able to watch him.

The first time something launches at his head, he blocks it with a metal arm, and the plate shatters all over the floor in front of him. He stares at it in consternation.

When an apple rolls off the table as he's passing, he catches it, and looks between it and the table with a confused little frown.

When he starts hearing voices, he's pretty sure he really is hallucinating this time, but he can't help himself from trying to find them. So he's following whispers and flinching away from shouts, poking his head into various rooms-- not personal cabins, more like maintenance closets and shop doors. At least not at first, not until one of the warning voices sounds like the stupid former target and he can't not check to make sure he's not really there.

Sorry, if that's your room.

[ After the last drone of the muster drill ended, they were apparently free to go. People were starting to shuffle off, which meant that if Zouichi wanted to talk to someone who wasn't... well, part of whatever was going on with the ship, he'd better act fast.

So he turned toward one of the other passengers, ship-issued smartphone gingerly in hand. ]

Excuse me. Would you be willing to help me with an experiment?

[ His tone was polite, but a little on edge. Perhaps for good reason! ]

[ A lounge chair sailed through the air, end over end; Zouichi sidestepped before it could bean him and batted irritably at the tableware hurling itself off a nearby table to clatter about his arms and shoulders. ]

Look, I'm not here to fight you.

[ In fact, he was being unusually patient with this poltergeist nonsense -- like maybe whatever angry presence was in the room might be reasoned with. Maybe. Who knew?

In any case, it was the emotion in those voices he was responding to. Surprisingly human, to his ear. ]

You hear them, too, right? Some of them sound frightened.

✧ i.

[ waking up in a strange room wasn't exactly what Childe expected, even if the subtle rocking of the boat (or implication thereof) is more familiar than anything else. the sunlight peeking out from behind the thick curtains is blinding when he draws it back, and what he sees beyond his little window is something he can't really connect with his last conscious memory.

he remembered the Traveler, leaving the chamber, and then... nothing. he also remembered the events leading up to that clear as day so he could rule out any issues with his memory, and as far as he knew he happened to be in peak physical health. there wasn't any ache, no lingering grogginess suggesting any kind of foul play, nothing to suggest he'd been overcome in battle (an acceptable theory) or incapacited in some way (equally acceptable), so it appeared that the circumstances surrounding his arrival would remain a mystery, at least for now.

it's as he's sitting up, the note on his nightstand jostled with the shift of the mattress, that he hears the telltale, erratic breathing of another body rousing from slumber and knows that he isn't alone. this particular revelation is pushed to the back of his mind as he reaches out, taking the note to skim over the words within and maybe take stock of the situation before he addresses whoever's in the room with him. ]

Well, now. [ when he speaks it's cheery, bright; despite the situation he doesn't seem terribly bothered. ] This is unexpected. I don't suppose your memory's faring better than mine? [ the folded note is tapped against his chin and he turns, regarding his current cabinmate with an unreadable expression. ]

✧ ii.

[ once the drill is over - which doesn't take very long, given the way it's enforced, but Childe would be lying if he said he didn't find a certain charm in how things are being handled and in the woman with no eyes and no face - he sets out exploring the cabin, finding very quickly on that while he may have his Vision and his Delusion the barrier quickly stops any and all attempts at leaving the boat.

so, he wanders. from the library to the spa, the bridge to the guest services. he takes in the sights and the rest of his fellow shipmates and it's probably testament to the bizarre reality of the situation that he recognizes no one he knows, no one that even looks like they might come from Teyvat. everyone looks as lost as he does and he's unsure if the thought he isn't in this alone is a blessing or a curse. ]

✧ iii.

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A. Life Vest.

Hey...um. [ Once orientation wraps up, before you can leave, a small tug at your sleeve as a dimuntive kid sidles over to try and whisper in your ear. ]

Mraaah...you can't laugh, woof! I'm not dumb, and I'm not forgetful! But...I don't really get what no-face lady was talking about...? I didn't sign up for a cruise, meow! And I know how to put a life vest on without scary ladies looking at me.

B. Gone to the dogs.

[ As the ships day goes on, Gin can be found all over, turning over potted plants with his costumes paws and...sniffing the air? He takes books off the bookshelf in the library, he fiddles with the toys in the gift shop and only puts a few of them back. In other words...he's a total menace that Friday has to clean up after! Will you stop his rampage of exploratory destruction...or join him? ]

C. History Mystery

Mraaaaah!!

[ Maybe you're hiding from the floating, attacking cultery, maybe you're watching the chaos go down, but at some point a middle schooler starts running around trying to swat the levitating items out of the air with a cat cushion. The pajama costume he's wearing somehow acts as pretty good armor. Nobody can get him in his special outfit! ]

E-enemy d-down...woof! Get behind me and Mew-chan stranger, I can fight!

[1] Strange Chateau;

[After several attempts to rally against whatever it is that freezes her stock still in her tracks Roxanne finally relents. Her curiosity despises it and her sense of independence burns at being so helplessly directed but hey, it's not like she isn't used to some constraints now and then. Both literally and metaphorically.

So here she is finally among the crowd waiting for the girl with the winning smile and when said girl shows up -- uh well.

Roxanne slowly turns her eyes over to whoever is nearest her just to make sure they're seeing this too. They are seeing it too, right? Please tell her they are?]

[2] Messing with My Mind;

[Roxanne puts on her life jacket like a seasoned pro over here. She's never had time for a cruise but she swears at least once a year Megamind had insisted on safety protocol training just in case she really did fall in with the crocodiles which was sort of ridiculous but she'd gone along with it anyhow. Who knew it'd pay off like this during the single creepiest experience of her life.

Once the faceless lady is done giving the appearance of staring without eyes Roxanne blows out a big breath and immediately starts stripping the vest off like she's got a vendetta against it. They're free now apparently and the first thing she does? Gripe.]

Okay so who of you here signed up for this exactly? I sure didn't.

[3] The Amenities;

[Roxanne is also a pro at adapting to weird situations. Frankly her reporting life has been one long weird situation to some extent so when faced with this cruise ship kidnapping and nowhere else to go?]

I need coffee. And something sweet. Now.

[She ends up in due time at Sand Dollars on Deck Four, eyeing those tiny madeleines on tiny doilies with a cup of coffee clasped between both hands. She had the look on her face of someone coming to terms with her new surroundings, a sort of thousand yard stare as she goes round and round in her head about the situation.

Works going to kill me. I had that write up due and -- god, I'm going to be so far behind. And who's going to water my plants?]

[3] WILDCARD;

[Moving furniture? Someone throwing those madeleines around? Shenanigans in other parts of the ship? Feel free to throw your prompt here! PMs are open for any plotting.]

𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕦𝕟 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖

a;

[ freshly lei'd and pissed, a scowl is etched deeply into Dean's forehead as he sulks somewhere near the pool, a very fruity cocktail in hand. Exploration and attempts to jump ship have led him nowhere, and while this is certainly a fascinating case to solve, he's mostly just low-key pissed that he can't get out.

No one likes feeling trapped.

Still, Dean's a friendly enough guy if approached - he's never a dick without reason (usually), so by all means, approach. ]

b;

[ The casino seems like a good place to hang out, even if the smell of cigarettes isn't his favorite thing. What creeps him out the most is the cards dealing themselves, and currently, he can be found bent nearly in half trying to look under a blackjack table, trying to figure out how the hell it works.

When approached, he'll jerk, caught red-handed, banging his head on the table in his hurry to straighten. ]

Ow.

𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕤 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨

[ Things Dean has assumed are correct at this point: the place is friggin' haunted, and it's probably by a whole lot more than just a seriously pissed off spirit.

A poltergeist, maybe. Maybe even more than one.

That particular assumption is from blatant evidence he's gathering as he goes - the plates shattering when he walks by, the deck chair skittering when he tries to sit and finds himself ass up instead, the soup that's dripping off his jacket and from his hair.

Also, the voices. That makes it pretty damn obvious, in his book. Get out, get out-- ]

Yeah, yeah, [ he mutters, drying his soup drenched hair with a pool towel. ]

I am trying!

(( ooc; im open to wildcard options and anything not listed here! dm me if you have something else in mind :> ))

I.)

[ of course, robin is as compliant as he has to be; discovering that he couldn't immediately wander about and meander as his legs chose not to be cooperative if he wasn't going to the deck meant the pink haired boy had to play along. not that there isn't a reason not to? yeah, he's mostly unfazed by it--- perhaps with the distinct and fleeting thought that if some kind of unseen force wanted to kill everyone, it probably would've by now! now that's optimism!

as he stands there with the lei being placed around his neck, robin's smile is as genuine as it comes. it's a cruise, right? on a big ol' ship??? how fun! he's only heard about them, never been a part of one, and a vacation is sort of what he needs. being a busy student and performer means very little time in between.

turning to one side, robin beams at whoever is fortunate to have such a positive presence next to them, his life jacket underneath one of his arms. ]

Isn't this exciting?

II.)

[ after demonstrating that he could put that jacket on? he's free! free to immediately head in the direction of food. he's pretty darn hungry, and there's only one thing that can solve the current, unsettled feeling in his chest. something that he's been craving ever since waking up:

pannycakes.

a nice, big stack of them! dripping with syrup, the most picturesque pat of butter on top. he's already diving into them without hesitation. it's only when he realizes he's forgotten a napkin to wipe his face that he looks around and quietly whispers to himself: ]

I forgot a napkin.

[ that one slowly floats in his direction and promptly lands on his head. ]

... I could use a wet one, too.

[ because you know, syrup is sticky and it's inevitable that his hands will get dirty. thankfully, a small packet labeled 'wet nap' is placed on top of the dry napkin. ]

Ooh... nice.

[ said to no one in particular, but he assumes that he just missed them as he pulls both off his head and places the one napkin his lap. a perfect gentleman. or something. ]

III.)

[ what has been bothering robin is that his phone won't let him send messages to anyone he knows: ange. eve. guil. even pannya (does a panda-cat actually have a phone, this is a mystery but he tries anyway). putting in their names does absolutely nothing and is... pretty concerning. he can't even access his social media feeds! there's only one app and it's seemingly worthless.

but what's worse is when he's headed toward the pool, where he does want to swim a little and try to stave off the growing ennui from being on a ship for too long without being able to contact familiar faces? passing by a bucket with a mop inside of it, robin thinks nothing of it--- someone clearly is doing some cleaning and that's not really a concern. if anything, he doesn't want to slip and look like a fool.

the problem is when he tries to pass it and is immediately blocked off as the mop raises up and floats horizontally. ]

Eh? [ blink, blink. ] Is this a magic trick?

[ that question is answered as it viciously swings and robin is barely in time to raise his arms in order to block what would be a brain rattling strike to his head. with a pained cry, he stumbles backwards to dodge the next one--- the bucket joining in to try to trip him up with the sound of plastic scraping against the deck's floor the only indicator of how quick it happens to be.

help. ]

IV.)

[ anything goes! PM this journal or leave something boaty, i guess. ]

[ooc: Just a general heads-up - I probably won't be tagging back too often until Sunday night. Still wanted to a starter in though, I'm super excited for this game!!]

[1. DEVILS I KNEW]
[At first, Rochelle thought this was the ship that the military vaguely mentioned when she and the boys were rescued from New Orleans. But there was no military, and Coach, Nick, and Ellis were nowhere to be found. Rochelle had spent most of her last few days hoping she could the guys - much less figure out where the hell she was.

Of course, that's when ghosts started happening.]

You have to be goddamn kidding me--

[For the third time in a day, a plate flew in her direction in the Stellar. Ro swore to herself and grabbed a butter knife off her lunch plate. She's realized in the last few days how uncomfortable she was without a weapon in her hand now.]

First zombies, now ghosts...

[She mutters to herself and holds the butter knife - very threatening - in front of her and starts to step away from the dining hall. Nearby plates are starting to shake.

Anyway, if you feel like witnessing a small woman in bloodstained Depeche Mode shirt (look, she doesn't have the money for new clothes yet) brandishing silverware at nothing in particular, be her guest.]

You can't stab a ghost, right?

[She's asking you. Sort of.]

I
[This is rather jarring. Okay, actually, it isn't, the bed was super comfy and he is unashamed to admit he nestled down in it for a good minute before he realized something wasn't right. For once, he's thankful to be bald; a scientist with bed hair? Horrifying. Regardless, he eventually finds his way out onto the deck, idly patting himself down to make sure he is, in fact, human again.

He doesn't speak until after Gal Friday has completed her spiel, his eyebrows raising to his non-existent hairline even as he idly feels the lei around his neck. Eventually, he breaks the silence to talk to whoever lingers after the muster drill. The life vest clashes horribly with his green lab coat.]

Soooo, you saw that t-t-too, right? The no-face?

II.

[OKAY THIS PLACE HAS SEVERAL BARS, EVERYTHING IS FINE NOW.

N. Brio's wormed his way behind one and is playing around with various cocktails. He's made a rainbow of decent-looking drinks, spread out across the bar for anyone to pick up. He's just wrapping up some bright green concoction now, which appears intriguing... until he unclips a flask from his belt and adds a dash of whatever's inside to the drink.]

Oh, don't worry, this one's for me.

[And he knocks it back, then pauses.]

...Mmngh. No. Too tingly.

2. messing with my mind (feat. a freakin' bat)
[ At some point–at night, always at night–a woman in a black summer dress stands by the stern of the ship. She glances around to see if anyone's watching, but then–why should she care if anyone is watching? Over her shoulder, she murmurs to the ship: ]

Thank you, darling, but au revoir.

[ And she turns into a huge bat and flies away.

Some time later, a huge bat flaps back towards the ship, something in the beat of its wings conveying an attitude of chagrin. The bat lands on the railing of the ship and twitches a glance around, as if trying to figure out its next move. ]

2. was fun at the time
[ Let's try this again.

At some point–at night, always at night–a woman in a black summer dress is lounging in a chaise by the pool. She's wearing sunglasses and a wide-brimmed hat, despite the fact that it's nighttime, and she's sipping a vodka cran from an elegant glass emblazoned with a less-elegant SERENA ETERNA.

The letters are frosted. The hint of red fruit does not sate what she's hungry for. Her lips are very red. ]

3. mystery in the history
[ Ah. Unquiet spirits. Finally, something about this place makes sense.

She is standing in the casino, watching an untouched slot machine whirl through symbols, starting slow and gaining velocity. Banana, apple, apple. Skull, apple, banana. Skull, skull, skull. Skull, skull, skull.

When the chorus cries its GET OUT, her red lips twitch. ]

I'm afraid I've already tried that.

[ Apparently, not the right answer. Poker chips begin to fall from the ceiling like a brightly colored hailstorm, pattering onto her head. ]

4. wildcard
[ Or: let's do something completely different! Hit me up via DM or at

artistformerlyknownas. You can find some more details about Giselle here, along with an opt-in for sexy vampire compulsion.

Fine with brackets or prose! ]

☞ 1. MESSING WITH MY MIND

A — [ Elise is one of the first to arrive on deck one. It didn't occur to her to go anywhere else first, and so whatever discomfort others are experiencing in the face of being shepherded in its direction is lost on her. In the strangest of situations, her best bet is to do what she's told, and in any case it's the most practical option to attend a safety briefing when she's well aware that so many things could go wrong. She cuts an odd figure – stiff-backed, expression carefully neutral – among the others milling around on the deck. The lei draped around her neck comes off as soon as she's no longer being scrutinised, but she has something of a stranglehold on it as she's carrying it in her hand.

Karl would tell her to make conversation, so she steps primly up to someone, waits for a moment to filter through the carefully ordered knowledge in her head, and then: ]

Cruise ships are more likely to be stranded than to sink.

[ Up close, you might notice that Elise's left eye is distinctly bloodshot, the skin around it lightly mottled with bruises. It doesn't seem to bother her. ]

B — [ This place is not friendly. Elise does not want to be aboard this ship, nor does she know how she came to be here in the first place. Unease doesn't outweigh practicality, though, which is why she's at the buffet table with a very bland selection of food on her plate. Fries, a slice of bread. After a moment of digging around in her pocket, though, she produces a tiny vial of tabasco sauce on a keyring, and unscrews it to meticulously shake the sauce over her food. It's a lot of sauce for just one woman to handle. ]

☞ 2. THE DEVILS I KNEW

[ The voices are an irritation at best; Elise's real problem here is that she can't concentrate. Her mind is compartmentalised to a degree that would probably unsettle anyone else were they to wake up inside it, but it's soothing for her to know where her thoughts go, where everything needs to be. Things are put away carefully so that she can find them again. The voices are getting in the way of that.

Frustration rarely finds a foothold in her – as it stands, she barely seems frustrated at all when she finally gets sick and tired of hearing it. Get out, get out, get out — ]

Where would you like me to go? There's only the water.

[ It makes sense in the moment. If the voices can talk to her, then surely she can talk to them. ]

☞ 3. WILDCARD

[ hmu with whatever~! happy to switch to prose format also, whichever you prefer! ]

Edited 2022-02-11 17:38 (UTC)

1.

[on your way to the drill, you pass a man with green hair and three swords facing the opposite direction, straining himself to the maximum effort trying to tear his feet off the deck to walk. He's got his life vest, though, so at some point he might have been trying to get to the drill. It really sucks when you lack a sense of direction, though.]

...what the hell?! What am I stuck on? I'm just...trying...to go... [his complaints are punctuated with additional yanks at his feet culiminating in thrashing violently] ...to the thing!

2.

[you wouldn't know it given the state everyone woke up in, but he's just been through hell and now Zoro is fucking ravenous, almost to the point of his own captain's gluttony. The buffet is safe without Luffy around but still an absolute mess over in this corner where he's shoving meat and fish into his mouth between gulps of booze. Which...

There are no less than 20 empty pint glasses of what used to be cocktails crowded on the edge of the table, teetering dangerously - one loses the battle and crashes to the floor, sorry Friday. At that, Zoro comes up for air and waves his latest empty glass as if to summon a waiter that doesn't exist, whether he's noticed there's no waiter or not]

Oi, I'm empty again! Forget the fancy umbrella shit, just give the whole bottle of rum this time!

3.

[so, uh. That "Get Out" has every hair on the back of Zoro's neck prickled. If he was drunk (spoiler, he wasn't), he sure isn't now.

Whever you both are, he's on his feet in the middle of the room, a hand on one hilt of a sword]

....the fuck? It couldn't be.

[OOC: or just WILDCARD me, I don't care, I will roll with literally anything. Zoro is fresh off chapter 1040 at least, so Wano Arc spoilers may abound in prompt 3]

●●● 2. messing with my mind — ;

[ It's easy enough to pretend he knows exactly what he's doing. This isn't Peter Parker's first rodeo, facing weird things; weird things are actually kind of part and parcel when it comes to his life these days. You get lizards trying to take over the city, and guys made of electricity and you tend to pick up the pace real quick.

Thing is, he's still adjusting to Gal Friday's .... uh. Lack-of-face. It's especially creepy, right? How does she even breathe? Or eat? He's so enrapt in these vital questions to the mysteries of life that he doesn't even realize she's standing right in front of him until she is. And her blank face, skin over every place where a discerning feature ought to be, is so freakin' eerie, he just ... sort of stares.

Maybe you should nudge him, hard, to get him to refocus.

Literally seconds later, once the commotion has passed, Peter will lean in and whisper his gratitude with a heartfelt 'thanks'. And then: ]

So, I've got a confession: I've never actually been on a ship like this before. Or, like, any ship.

●●● 3. the devils i knew — ;

[ Get out.

Peter clutches at his ears as though he could drown out the chorus of the very ... very angry voices. His spider-senses have been on the fritz since orientation, never quite accurate but also very constant, as though everything on this ship has been trying to warn him. Which is, you know, ridiculous, right? After a point, you kind of learn to ignore it — right up until a plate goes sailing at his head, anyway, and then everything becomes hard to ignore. ]

Hey — hey! Would if I could, all right?

[ And then to you: ]

Did you hear that? Please tell me you heard that. And saw the — [ The buzzing sensation at the base of his neck goes off again and he moves to push you out of harm's way of a tray of hot sausages coming right at you. ] — watch out!

●●● wildcard — ;

[ ooc: feel free to leave your own prompt below if nothing above jives; hit me up over PM or plurk (

thwip) to hash out the deets! ]

001.
[ When Luke woke it was with a start, dragging in a breath in a familiar pattern, lungs starved for oxygen . But he wasn't in an ambulance, or a hospital, he was just...in a room. He felt like he'd been dragged by a train but that wasn't anything new for this, so he started moving. Found the letter and rolled his eyes, crumbling it into a ball because he wasn't doing that. Wasn't dealing with any more weirdness. But the door opened when he turned the handle, at least. He headed down the hall, dragged inexorably towards a destination he didn't choose, anxiety only building the further he got.

There were answers there, at least, or some anyway, but none he really liked. Being stuck in the house with his family forever was a better prospect than this, he thought. Well. Kind of, anyway. He worries at the lei all the same, nervous energy buzzing. ]

Why, though? Like...why us?

003.
[ Luke has already done the ghost thing. Far longer than anybody should should have to, he thinks, and he likes it even less now. The whispering is quickly fraying his nerves, making him a bundle of increasingly twitchy, restless, and sleepless energy that seems to haunt the halls as effectively as the ghosts themselves.

...hell, he remembers what happened before he woke up here, even if the choice wasn't his own, intentionally or not. He's dead, or should be. Maybe they're all ghosts, being haunted by...other ghosts? The living?

He chain smokes instead, more for something to keep his hands busy than because he actually wants the nicotine, and ends up yelling at the faceless things when something comes clattering down the hall. ]

Stop. Just stop, okay? What do you WANT??

004.
[ choose your own scenario!]

2

Beetlejuice decided to hit the buffet. Sure, this wasn't where he really wanted to be, but, he was visible, and it wasn't the Netherworld, so, why not fill his plate with free grub?

He stood as close as possible to one of his fellow passengers, putting a cheerful arm around their shoulders. "Isn't this great? Those shrimp are huge! Probably only mildly spoiled!"

3

Huh. Dead people everywhere. How...familiar.

Beetlejuice did what he found most natural. Scream back at the voices, flipping the more aggressive ones off.

"Yeah, yeah, no one's ever thrown a steam tray at my head before, real original."

Wildcard!

i.

( this... is not oletus manor. that much is very clear, at least. she doesn't think their host would bother with life jacket drills, and... well, everyone already had their own room, so there'd be no reason for this? and the decor is nothing like oletus either. in fact, she's never seen that... black glass device on the table before, the one back in her cabin. which is weird, because she shouldn't have a cabin. and the floral necklace that was placed on her is- well, its beautiful, actually? but all in all it's just very strange! as she wanders, emma notices another passenger- )

Ah, excuse me- do you perhaps remember boarding this ship at all?

( eventually, she'll sound less sure about getting an answer other than "no". )

ii.

( well. she's on a boat. a very nice, beautiful, incredibly... futuristic boat! and she should not be here and neither should almost anyone else that is. that's! great!! it's fine. it's not but it's fine. emma is nothing if not curious and... optimistic, or trying to be. at least with the manor, there was an invitation, and she had accepted. she had signed up for everything, and ultimately agreed to the games.

this is not like that at all. but unlike the manor, at least there's more to do. the library is fascinating, actually- so many books, some she's never heard of! she's not terribly voracious reader, but it's something pleasant to do at least. perhaps others are more bothered- which isn't to say emma isn't- but... well, she's not under pressure to decode or die. or decode and die. depends on the circumstances, really.

she can handle a little mystery.

so emma settles down into a chair, flipping through a book slowly. except... )

Wait... This book was published when?!

( because it sure isn't 1898! ... man, will she ever be spirited away to someplace that isn't all... wibbly wobbly, timey-wimey? )

iii.

( oh! danger! now that's more familiar, even if she struggles to pinpoint the source. but a plate, however small, is nothing compared to... well, a lot of things. why, she can run this around all day! but she doesn't want to. there's another guest, crouching behind a chair that immediately gets thrown aside by something invisible. emma calls them over- )

Hey! Come on, we have to get out. Let's go!

iv.

( your wildcard option! emma woods is a character from an asymmetrical horror game where one faction tries to escape the arena and another faction hunts them down- she herself is a survivor, currently! she's used to some Weird shit, but at the same time...

i'm also voice testing in a sense, so please be patient. feel free to pm me for anything! oh, and the button eyes in my icons are stylistic, as they are in the game. she has normal green eyes, i promise. )

Edited (code goof) 2022-02-12 03:34 (UTC)

001; let's get lei'd
[A cruise, huh?

Well, it's not exactly the Olive Garden, but not every breakup involves unlimited salad and breadsticks. Though since this is a cruise and there's likely to be buffets, she's hoping to find plenty of both later on. Because her most recent breakup is worth celebrating, in her opinion. Without Amanda Waller breathing down her neck here, she's free to be her own woman once again.

Living a life of leisure on a ship. Sounds sketchy and potentially like a situation just waiting to happen. But hey, she's here, she's overdressed for the occasion, and she's currently wearing a deflated life jacket in its proper position. Look at her, following the rules already.

Flag would be proud.

She's pretty content to keep to herself for a while, since you never really can be sure how many people here might want her dead. Cruise ships are great for relaxing, not so much avoiding people that want to kill you. But as soon as that lei is put over her head she's all excitable, turning to the person closest to her.]

We've only been here like what, an hour? And we're already ignoring that discombobulated voice so we can get lei'd.

[Heh. She cracks herself up! She's a regular comedian.]

What a way to start a new life, huh?

002; you're welcome for the assistance
Don't worry, Gal! I've got this one!

[Harley may have done some shitty things in the past, and she may often still do some questionable things. But she's a helper at heart. Really. It's exactly why, despite struggling through the entire thing, she paid (mostly) attention during the safety spiel. Sure, it's boring. But it sure beats being told she has an implant that can blow her head to smithereens and she doesn't really have much of a choice but to participate.

Comparing this to all that, it's downright tolerable.

Except someone right nearby her is refusing to try on their life vest and they're all just standing around like they've got nothing better to do.

Rude.]

Look, I'm sure you're real stubborn and all, and me? I'd ordinarily admire that. But ain't none of us are getting to the unlimited breadsticks that are presumably at the buffet until you stop being a jackass and participate. Capiche?

[Which is exactly why she forces the life jacket over that someone's head. It's given a pat, as she grins in satisfaction at a job well done. She's sensing a brand new friendship forming here. Her and her life jacket buddy. They're gonna go places.]

003; devils I knew
[Harley can handle getting drenched in lukewarm soup. She just shrieks and tries shaking it off like a wet dog would water. She can tolerate having to dodge plates of desserts flying off the buffet line at her. But what she can't abide by is the loss of a perfectly good plate of little dough wrapped sausages that's just gone straight to the floor.

She's mourning their loss after having dove after them in an attempt to catch them, still sprawled out on the ground. They were just too delicious to let live.

But the arrival of the weird ass voices makes her forget all about them. She hops right up to her feet, looking all around her.]

You heard all that, right?

[She calls out to the nearest person, just in time to hear a very forceful get out. Harley's nose wrinkles up as she thinks over the demand.]

Just between the two of us? I'm starting to miss all the wackadoos I left behind in Gotham.

[Was that said to the voices she's hearing, or the person right next to her? It's not immediately clear, and Harley doesn't offer any further insight before crouching down to pick up a couple of the wrapped sausages off the floor. One is popped into her mouth and the other is held out for her new pal to take.]

Hungry?

[ooc: canon point is post The Suicide Squad. Just ignore the fact all of her icons are currently from the og suicide squad plz ♥ I gotta find and upload some newer ones.]

2A - wanderings

[ Shigeru is admittedly put off by everything?? This place is strange and unsettling in a way he can almost feel. And yet he still wanders the boat in an attempt to really find anyone from his own world. He's looking not quite in the direction he's supposed to when he might run into whoever with a startled little gasp, the phone clenched in his hand goes fumbling to the floor.

Ah!! He...really didn't mean to do that?! He'll look back at whoever it might be with a sheepish smile and mouth the word 'I'm sorry!' before he hurriedly reaches to pick up his phone. ]

2B - Shopping

[ So. This ship apparently has stores on it! This is both good and bad because he wants to buy things but he also has nowhere to put them in his cabin...

He's gone on a few ships in his lifetime but never one that was haunted or had many stores like this. Still, Shigeru will be found wandering the aisles of Bric a Brac with the hopes of picking up a pad and some pens to write with. Though he has a phone for communication he likes to write and draw as well to help communicate more effectively. He might get your attention with a soft whistle as he smiles with a wave. ]

Do you know if they have pens and paper anywhere on the ship? [ Is what he types speedily on his device before showing it to you to read. ]

I like to draw so...

Network - late night posting

Is anybody else kind of freaked out about the ghosts onboard?! I watched a scary movie once back home about a ghost ship that trapped people on it for centuries!! Is that what this is?! Are we trapped here forever? And what about the ocean around us?! Do you think there are...SEA MONSTERS? ヽ(ﾟДﾟ)ﾉ

[ Shigeru...why are you like this? ]

And where are they getting the food to cook us stuff? I guess if they're ghosts they're probably going to a...ghost-ery store?

[ Shigeru, PLEASE STOP. ]

Wildcard - OTA

[ Hit me up with a prompt! Shigeru will likely be in the library, the lounge, and Sand Dollars as well! ]

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