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SO BELOW - EVENT LOG
SO BELOW
Not that you'd know it, looking out the windows. A foreign ocean stands outside, on the other side of the glass - the ghost of an ocean, long gone from the truth of this world.
Just like so many other things, which have become visible to those who are willing to pay attention.
This is the event log for SO BELOW. Information for the first part of the Event (days 15 and 16) can be found here, along with sign-up options for the second part of the event.
HAUNTING NPC THREADS
MARIO
She seems almost as though she's waiting for someone, though he gaze flicks to Mario as he passes by, and her smiles very slightly. "Hello again, young man," she says.
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SHANG QINGHUA
"I'll get you eventually," he mutters to himself - he doesn't seem to have noticed that there's anyone close enough to hear.
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FOU-LU (content warning: implications of potential vomit)
She's breathing hard, and has a hand pressed over her mouth. A keen eye can catch her throat working as she struggles to keep down her bile.
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SUNDAY
She says, "Ship, can you kill the lights?" but nothing seems to happen. The Ship does not respond.
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ARGENTI
She sighs, staring at the papers, and begins to gather them up. "So much for a vacation," she mutters darkly.
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KAEYA
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RATIO
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Super Mario (Super Mario)
There's donuts? So, obviously, you find Mario at the breakfast bar, with two donuts on his plate, while he's busy taking a bite out of a third.
"It's been so long since I've'a had a donut!! Hoohoo, funny treat for-a Mario!!"
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(2) NICE TO HAT YOU
Mario is somewhat startled by the woman on the top deck, in part because surely if she's comfortable enough to be lounging around, then she must've been here a while! And he didn't even notice her?! Mario knows he's been paying back some sleep debt, but he hasn't fallen that far behind on the going-ons of the ship, has he...? Maybe they should put up a sign in the Cafeteria, where they can all write their names on it, so they can keep track of who is and isn't new...
He's having that thought when he properly notices 1) her hat is fluttering in the wind, but it isn't windy, and 2) she's... there isn't a chair under her, even though she's sitting like there is one. This, uh. Oh. Hmm.
Of course staring at her makes her call out to him, and so Mario spends the next several minutes making polite conversation, and learning more about, uh. Well. A ghost, he figures, not long into it. It makes sense - there were ghosts the first night they arrived, weren't there? It's only a shame she doesn't seem to realize she's a ghost...
"Oh! Ma'am! Your hat--" But it blows away from the both of them, and - Mario doesn't even think, he just bounds up and after it. Only. Only. His fingers pass right through it. And then the woman passes right through him, and vanishes from sight.
Shuddering, Mario starts his way back down the stairs and away from the top deck, grumbling to himself the whole time. That's enough of that! No more ghosts for him today, thank you! Who would've thought - walked right through! And another thing--
"--Oof!"
He runs right into his fellow passenger, having not been watching where he was going.
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(3) HONK SHOO MIMIMIMIMI
Having watched the mother and child ghosts go through the lounge at least 3 times now, Mario settles in for a longer stakeout, curious to see if they do anything else, or if it really is just the same thing on repeat. Unfortunately for him, stakeouts are really boring work, and the donut he saved from earlier only gives him energy to go for so long, so he maybe only watches two more loops before he dozes off, right where he's sitting.
He doesn't seem to be in danger of falling over, but maybe you should wake him up, anyway...? His neck can't be comfortable...
HONK SHOO!!! Gentle wakeup attempt....
anxiously pacingexploring the ship, curious about the new appearances here and there. New arrivals on the ship? But they looked...different. Comfortable. And unaware of the water rising over the windowsflooding flooding drowning them all-He takes a deep breath. Exhales.
It's fine. The ship is sentient. If there's a problem, he's pretty sure there would be an alarm or something. It's fine. They'll be fine.
He does notice a familiar red hatted figure slouched on the floor, near the men's restroom. Some of his nerves smooth out at the sight, and he smiles. This one he knows...
"Is there a line or someth- ah." Aventurine trails off when he finds that Mario's eyes are closed, and his head is bobbing with deep breaths accompanied by snores he'd only really heard in like...cartoons. Here he was trying not to worry about the water over the windows, and Mario is just sound asleep. His smile becomes more fond at the sight.
He should wake the guy, though. He sympathizes on lack of sleep, but he also knows that position can be hell on the neck. Also the kids just standing in the doorway are...strange. Maybe Mario would know more.
Should he tap Mario's shoulder? ...Aventurine himself doesn't take well to being touched when unconscious, and he doesn't know how Mario would react... Hm. Well. He eases himself to the ground next to the smaller man.
"Heyyyy, Mario. You alright there, friend? There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know," he says, playful, not too loud but aiming for attention nonetheless. The goal is not to startle him, after all.
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donuts!
IF possession ends up happening in this thread i don't mind. just so you know. 👍
good to know! (sunday isn't getting possessed!)
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honk shoo...
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Aurelia Sharr - The Night
While the Other's Rest
Restless, a wraith stalks the residential corridors of the boat. Black fabric fluttering around her ankles as she slips through the gloom of the night, crossing through the patches of light given by the stars above in a flash of shadow. Occasionally, she pauses by a door, head tilted inquisitively before she moves on, vanishing back into the night. Just one more shadow.
With a snort, Aurelia cuts her internal narration short and begins another circuit between the residential halls. She understands now why her ancestors slept during the day even if the sun does not burn them like it does so many of her kin. Sleeping minds are so free with their feelings, it's all but impossible not to feel the siren call of hunger when surrounded by them, to not breathe in stray thoughts and flashes of fantasy and feel her blood thrum with a moment of power before fading away. So she paces, stopping occasionally to observe the aura's of those residents of the boat who dream from the other side of their door. A touch intrusive, but she hardly knows what else to do with her time.
Every time she does her circuit though, she risks being caught by another insomniac slipping out their door, or seeing too much for respectful privacy. With the boat's transition into the depths fast approaching, someone will surely soon bump into her.
Draped in all her mysteries This haunting has effected Aurelia in a way that makes her finally feel right at home. Namely, obsessively studying a mystery without sleep or rest. The moment she noticed that the ship was haunted she begin a methodical study of the the patterns of the ghosts. Taking copious notes (and using her spellbook for it, which pains her but she can fix it when she finds some more paper) on everything they say and do in her field of view. Wandering in circles for hours a time and muttering under her breath litanies and incantations.
She's not going to miss the chance to observe a new phenomenon in her specialist field after all.
Should anyone approach her in this, they will quickly be roped into her studies, being pressured into holding this or saying that or taking notes while she approaches and interacts with a spirit. Or, being dragged into a conversation of theories for the scholarly inclined.
She's burning out a little, but she's never been one to care. Even as the night stretches on and they next day begins, and the following night, no sign of abandoning her vigil as she follows the researchers down into the lower decks. Paying close attention to the names of the plants and seedlings the researcher's catalog.
While the Others Rest
When she finally stops he approaches her, fear trickling off of him - but not directed at her. It's definitely directed at something else, but as to what it's not entirely clear. What is clear is that he's in need of a distraction. "... Can't sleep?"
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While the others rest (Sorry he yapped so much)
Re: While the others rest (Sorry he yapped so much)
He knows he's deflecting and still does it
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mysteries but late-phase
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Casper LeBlanc Jr. | Tabletop OC
Casper's not sleeping well - there's something that's keeping him up. He's not sure what it is, but he doesn't like it. He starts wandering around for lack of anything better to do, eventually crashing in a couch in the lounge. He's semi-dozing when Bob caws, jerking awake at the raven's insistence.
Because while he knows Casper needs rest it's better that his companion see this sooner rather than later - the water rising above the glass of the lounge, the sight of slowly darkening water... he knows where this is going. Casper blinks in disbelief of what he's seeing, but it's - it's -
It hasn't been as if he's never been underwater before. But the last time he was underwater was -
(flashes of coral and stone, of monstrous claws and fear)
- he has to get away. He has to - but the sight's paralyzed him so much that he simply stands there and stares at the darkening water, trembling. He's there long enough for the shaking to actually start hurting, but past that he has no idea of the passage of time.
Ghost Hunting
Once he's pulled from his shock Casper starts to notice the ghosts around. He tries talking to a few, but it quickly becomes clear that they can't hear him. He manages to channel some of his power into his hands to grab at the shoulder of one of them - the barefoot young man - but it becomes just as clear that he seems to 'reset' like a video game encountering an error.
So Casper doesn't do much other than continue to follow ghosts around, a little weirded out by the fact that Bob seems hesitant to approach them. He tries coaxing his 'little brother' down onto his shoulder, but the bird isn't having any of it - so Casper continues on his way.
Maybe he should write this down. Is anyone writing it down? ... Does anyone care about the ghosts other than him?
Going Down (CW: possible violence, panic)
The elevators aren't a big deal at this point. They're pretty mundane, possibly even to the more fantasy-oriented people on the boat. So Casper doesn't think of it as a big deal when he heads onto the elevator.
He looks over at Bob who's fluttered onto the ground in front of the elevator and sighs, putting a leg in front of the doors to prevent it from closing. They keep having this argument, and he's not sure why.
"I told you, it's fine. And if it's not fine we'll be fine. - Don't give me that look, I know that look!" He can't be too far from Bob for too long and they both know it so it's not like the bird can fly down the stairs while he takes the elevator. "Please, Bob, come on - I just -"
This is going to continue for a while so if you want to use the elevator you might have to help convince a bird.
Going Down
Her steps slow as she approaches the elevator. Casper has his foot in the door, keeping it open while he has what seems to be a heated argument with Bob the raven. I wonder what that’s about, she has time to think before she hears Casper clearly.
“Is something wrong?” she asks, both to Casper and the bird. Not that he has shown any inclination to speak to her, but it feels polite.
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let's gooo insomnia and water related trauma
hell yeah hell yeah
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Going down (Executor Federico| Arknights)
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Nighttime Crisis
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going down! going!!!
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ghost hunt
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Ghost Hunting
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Going Down
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Hello? Hello? Anybody out there? (Possessed Posting) (tw. for accidental self harm)
But they're all on a loop of some sort, and hard to hold conversations with. It's...bizzare, very unsettling.
But worst of all is the gathering rainclouds he can see through the bubble on the top deck. It looks like a big storm is on the rise, which makes his stomach flip in what he cannot even deny is anxiety. He...he needs to find everyone he knows. Make sure they're prepared.
Make sure they don't get washed away and drown when he isn't looking--That's why he's heading to Ratio's clinic first. Two...friends are there. Argenti should be recovering from his own illness and visitors should be allowed now. Probably. It'd be good to check. Plus it always passed the time nicely to bother the Doctor--
The ship lurches suddenly, hitting some sort of bump in its way over the strange sea floor. The sudden jolt sends him sprawling to the floor with a yelp.
"The hell? I thought we were past this..." he hisses, working back to his feet, feeling for an outcropping in the walls to boost him back up-
Which aren't there. The walls are gone. He blinks.
A vast wasteland stretches out before him. The same wasteland that reminded him so much of home, and yet not, that's been outside the ship's bubble all this time- (Bubble? What bubble...)
They'd crashed. He can smell smoke, the ship a wreck beside him. They'd crashed. The grit of sand and dirt is a sensation that almost burns as he takes this all in, confused, dazed.
He...where is everyone? He was just going to see someone important, right? He opens his mouth, hands shaking. "Hello? Is anyone still alive in there?" He fights the need to cough. It's dry out here, and his throat is hoarse.
The ship is destroyed, scraps of metal and wiring everywhere. He sees no movement in response. His heart speeds up as he stumbles to his feet.
"R...Ratio? Argenti?" ...who those names were tied to are quickly fading under the roaring in his ears, under whatever is happening right now. He just-he knows he needs to find them. (who? where? someone. anyone-) He can't- he can't be the last one alive--
He can't be alone out here--
He pulls at a metal pane and shoves it aside, his muscles screaming. The crash hurt, hadn't it? He's-he can't keep this up long, he needs to find them, he's going to die here--
"Mama? Papa?? ...." His sister. She'd been with him when everything came crashing down, when the rain and the
Katicans with the knives and the sneersstorms tossed the ship about, she told him to run to safety, she had to be safe-What was her name? He...he can't...remember...
"Sis..." His throat tightens as he digs through the rubble with renewed fervor, his fingers starting to bleed. It hurts it hurts-it doesn't matter, he has to find her, someone, anyone at all, before he forgets more, how could he forget?? How could he be left alone like this?? He can't be too late--
((For anyone on the outside of this, you will see a very distressed Aventurine, calling for people with increasing desperation as he overturns furniture in the halls, and after a moment or two of that, starts digging through a thicket of vines with such fervor it bloodies his fingers. He doesn't seem like he's going to stop soon.))
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... Something's very wrong here. Something - hadn't he heard of passengers doing this before he showed up? What had snapped them out of it? He... has no idea. The best he can do is what he's doing, which is going over to the other man and kneeling next to him. He reaches a hand out and directs healing aether through it, trying to heal the other's fingers.
"Hey. Stop. You're going to hurt yourself and you're not going to find anyone like that."
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Re: Hello? Hello? Anybody out there? (Adding a bit for my own kind of flavour)
Okie let's try a personally made icon...
Oh boy here we go again!
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STIRRING THE ANGST SOUP FASTER
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A Lamenting Echo
An echo heard, a response attempted...
Wriothesley | Genshin Impact | Possession
Once the ship levels out, a sense of - not quite anxiety, he's not sure what it is - drives Wriothesley to the windows, looking out of them, eyes scanning over anything visible beyond the submerged glass. He pulls himself away from them time and time again, but he always finds himself returning. Even at night, it's hard to sleep - he has to keep an eye out. For what? He's not sure. But he needs to check.
It gets to the point that he sometimes even has to break off a conversation just to go take a quick look. Just in case.
((Wriothesley will be by the windows on pretty much... every commonly used deck, if you want to catch him by one, or be chatting with him when he breaks off to look.
Additionally if you want to assume Wriothesley's met your character/had interactions in the first couple of days he's been on normal boat, go right ahead! He is friendly and sociable and doing his best to get along and make connections. Facts about him people probably know by now: his name, that he's from Fontaine like Furina and Neuvillette, and he works in government administration. He also really, really likes tea and is fond of boxing. If you want to know anything else feel free to hit me up on the disco!!
Oh, also, threads may contain possible violence depending on how triggering the possession goes.))
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Mr. Wriothesely had previously stated he's not an authority on this landship. And yet the...Lupo? The man had a collected, amiable air about him that put him towards the top of Executor's mental list of people he'd find productive to ask his questions.
At the current time, Mr. Wriothesely is...intently staring out the window. There is an alertness to his posture that makes Executor's hand drift toward his gun, to leap into battle at a moment's notice. But he does not draw his weapon. This man advised against it, after all. So he steps forward, wings flaring slightly in weariness.
"Mr. Wriothesley. Good evening." Yes. Greetings are good for diffusing tension. "Is there something you are searching for outside?"
((Wriothesley would have probably gotten Federico's entire title and name, so it's...up to you/him what he calls him haha. Federico clearly respects and admires him in his own way, though.))
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Re: Wriothesley | Genshin Impact | Possession
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i did this to myself
and to me!!
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Re: Wriothesley | Genshin Impact | Possession
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she'll be my after midnight graveyard girl
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Sunday | Honkai: Star Rail
No matter how many times he'd run his clothes through the washer, they didn't feel clean enough. There was no bleach to be found on this boat, all he had access to were plant-based chemicals. Even when he dried his clothing, he would find a spot, or a stain, or a part of the fabric that he was unsure about, and he'd begin to wash it all over again.
But it wasn't enough. If one were to enter the laundry room, they would find Sunday, Head of the Oak Family, at one of the washing basins. He's up to his elbows in soapy vinegar water, and his skin within the water is red and angry. The smell permeates his side of the laundry room, as Sunday scrubs and scrubs away at his clothes.
He's wrapped up in a white bed sheet for modesty, but the fabric closest to the basin is more than a little damp, as he agitates the clothes and water within it, scrubbing harshly away, whispering a mindless recitation of his teachings.
"O, Great One of Paradise..."
The halovian is more than a little lost in his thoughts, he seems to have a method for washing his clothes by hand, but something in him just urges him to keep going until it felt right. His skin is irritated by the harsh water, even burning.
"Prayers you suckle from the millions gathered here, and the masses' heartstrings you play,"
Sunday had once considered taking Oak as his own surname. The idea made him feel both nauseated and warm all at once. Something between pride and dread, feeling he'd never quite been able to place, or understand. Would it not have been an even greater honour for his father to choose it for him?
"Stars trace your fingers and command all living's law and authority."
And yet. Maybe it made him feel ill, because he was his mother's son. That he had not truly been Gopher Wood's, just as he'd never truly been THEIRS. He still held wordly attachments, to a homeland long lost, a mother's song he feared forgetting, a sister he loved more than his own life. He was weak and easily led, he was obedient, he had followed every rule and law, and when he hadn't, he'd received his punishment with grace and barely more than tears, wearing the remnants of THEIR love and his devotion to THEM with pride, golden nails through his wings as a symbol of his own foolish mortal ways, absolved of his sins. Had he not been enough?
"...Dominicus, do you hear?"
Sunday's voice hesitates as he speaks the name of one of the Harmonic Strings, his mouth suddenly going dry. Sweat beads at his forehead as he wrings out his coat, lifting it out of the water to look at it.
"The road ahead is dark without anything."
Yes, this was suitable.
"Thus authority points to the right, and the chaos coalesces into a river of stars..."
Sunday starts wringing it out by hand, his fingers and knuckles sore, seizing. He had to keep going. He twists the fabric over and over, slowly working over the whole garment. Twice, five, seven times. Finally pleased with his jacket at the very least, he lays it aside, before topping up the vinegar water with more vinegar, and diving back into it, scrubbing harshly at his pants.
"Thus law points to the left, and that which hinders vanish into mist..."
Seven times.
Tracing the Stars
The halovian sits in the lounge, staring up at the sky. He has a pen and paper in hand, drawing dots and lines on a page. A quiet hum can be heard, starting up and dying down again when he realizes he's forgotten a note, or a pause. It's a melody precious to him, and is sometimes easier to remember when he had a quiet moment to himself, but...
It wasn't the same, and never would be. Perhaps if he hadn't been so afraid, so weak at the time, if he hadn't been so focused on his own fear...
Sunday of course, is taking his time with the sheet, but for anyone staring over his shoulder, his insistence on the straightest possible lines and the most perfect dots has lead to quite a bit of discarded paper around him. He's trying to create constellations as a means of navigation, but the deeper the Ship travels, the harder it is to see the stars, like a dark fog slowly settling.
Sunday's wings twitch in something like irritation or disappointment, as he realizes he'd wrongfully remembered part of the song. His lapses in memory were starting to get concerning. Maybe if he worked through his memories chronologically, things would begin to make sense to him.
From the top.
Wildcard
[Have any other ideas? Hit me up on Discord!]
Laundry Day
"To whomst dost thou pray?" The voice is a little softer than usual. This is a mortal - he thinks? - who is in distress. He needs succor, and perhaps... perhaps a lonely half-god might render some aid. Somewhere... some god is missing a follower. Somewhere, some deity might need aid in aiding their subjects.
Maybe... maybe this is what he can do. "And for what dost thou wish?"
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Begrudging concern offered (Laundry day)
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Teeny tiny retcon since we have!! Bathrobes!!
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Sleepless Sankta incoming (Tracing the Stars)
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A likewise need to do Laundry but of a different flavor
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Tracing the Stars
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S.O.S | Aurelia Shar - Possession
And pulls me toward her in the dark
Aurelia Sharr does not get nervous . Aurelia Sharr knows fear only as a motivating factor and a source of sustenance, she knows feelings only as the reflected surges of color stolen from other minds. As such, what is currently happening is ... impossible. Even for a wizard, for whom the impossible is part and parcel of the trade, this is inconceivable. Aurelia is nervous, scared, jittery.
She doesn't realize it yet though, merely retreating from her normal exploration of the lower decks with haste one dawn and fleeing to the cafeteria. Lurking for a few hours and watching others trickle in and out in search of breakfest before following them out and returning to her planned expedition for the day... Only to find herself cutting the shortest route she can remember through the lower decks and back up to the lounge, sinking into the darkest patch of shadow she can find. She's not blind, of course, but the green tinge over her vision that appears whenever she steps into the lower decks could be anything and she reasons that it's better to remain in the lounge where she could discuss possible avenue's of research -
The thought of that sends her jolting upwards, the green haze intensifying as her heart races and she bolts out of the shadows, searching for the nearest person she can find so she's not NEXT ... Next? Next for what. What. She seeks to retreat back to the shadows, eyes darting around barely able to distinguish one color from the next through the green tint enshrouding her. Something is Wrong
Bad joke incoming. He's helping! (Possession)
The waters both fascinated and terrified him. Perhaps if he gets a better view of them, and the skies above, he could get more information on what was going on? All these ghosts everywhere...
This is the reasoning that finds him in the lounge, busying himself with a quiet game of solitaire at one of the tables, sparing the large windows a glance here and there. To pass the time, nothing more.
He feels more than hears a presence in the room with him suddenly. Something...someone leaps out of the shadows, making him jump slightly, but he smiles warmly when he realizes who it is. She tends to get that mix of reactions from him.
"Good morning, my dear Lady. Are you quite alright? You look as if you've seen a ghost," he says, chuckling lightly at the joke. Not at her expense; he unfortunately just diffuses tension with noise and humor, and the lady looks...shaken, red eyes wide and searching for something. "There are many ghostly passengers out and about as of late. It'd be alarming if it weren't so interesting." As is Aurelia's state...had she gotten a meal of someone's fear recently?
Re: Bad joke incoming. He's helping! (Possession)
Platonic flirting?? Yeah. Platonic flirting.
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Noah | Xenoblade Chronicles 3 | like from beneath deep water
Noah walks out of his room, bleary from a strangely uncomfortable night of rest, and stops, just a couple steps out from his door.
Its not really his fault that he only notices now; the air last night and this morning is thick and syrupy in his lungs, like nothing he's ever felt before. Noah is fighting a headache even now, if not the worst he's ever felt. But there's an odd look to the light on the ground, a wavy quality which draws the eyes upward.
Noah stares up there, at the glass ceiling of the not-ferronus, past it, up into the distant waters above. The water surface looks so very distant. When did they even get to water..? When he looked outside the previous night the view had seemed as dry as it ever was, here...
Noah simply...stands there, for a little while, staring up at the unexpected view. If his breathing seems a bit shallow, or a tad labored, well, he's certainly not used to the dense air.
2: a sweet taste
Once downstairs, Noah is ready to ignore the newly stranger environment, and unsent scattered across the ship. Nothing can be done on an empty stomach, and if he skipped eating, Manana would definitely have things to say.
But when Noah reaches the cafeteria, most of the food prepared is completely different than the day before, and new to boot.
All of it consists of some sort of baked good, Noah can be sure of that much. There's still the plain fruits, and toast, worse come to worse.
Still, there's so many options of baked good on display now. Noah picks up one of the ring shaped ones, and turning it in the light. There's a shine to it, and it smells sweet...
(Please bully him into trying the donut.)
A sweet taste 🍩
And he's pleasantly surprised to see a familiar face in the cafeteria this morning! The kid seems to be inspecting the new additions to the menu...hm. Pastries aren't his go to for breakfast, but it could be good. He approaches with a smile and his own plate in hand.
"Morning, Noah. Did you sleep ok?" he asks pleasantly. He takes in the kid's wide eyed stare locked on the pastry in hand. Warmth and amusement bubbles up in his chest at the sight, along with something sad. "Please tell me you've seen a doughnut before..." he sighs, already anticipating the answer.
Wow! Food expert here!
Not a food expert, more like a food bs-er LMAO
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Re: Noah | Xenoblade Chronicles 3 | like from beneath deep water
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everything is weird to this guy, the underwater thing is like. barely rating rn
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sure is donut! (trying to get him a donut he'll like...)
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mentally rotates the donut in blender (HD, 60fps)
turn it up this is asmr is my JAM!!!!!
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Lucia Corina | Tabletop OC
Lucia Corina is finding the water outside the windows a little nerve-wracking, so she's wandered into areas with less windows. This has mostly meant farther down--she's also keeping an eye out for new arrivals, or for any kind of surviving artifacts.
This does mean that she's in areas that haven't been cleared, but she's sticking to hallways without too many plants, with her lantern and a weather eye on the state of the lights. And she's not going into bedrooms--she really doesn't want a repeat of when miss Alisaie had to rescue her.
Sky Above
The other place to avoid the water through the windows is the upper decks. The bubble is in a lot closer, and somehow the sight makes the air feel even heavier, so she's a little nervy about it. The place in which she's stuck is steadily growing smaller. She's sitting on a log, absently playing her zither, increasingly lost in her own mind. The air pressure is oppressive and she feels horribly trapped, even with the more ordinarily-growing near-forest behind her. The curve of the bubble is also reminding her of something, in a way that feels like plucking at the memory of a dream, so she's mostly avoiding looking at it, and maybe regretting coming up here.
sky above (making mario interacted with all of his possessed friends 👍)
"Oh- the storm up here's-a pretty bad, isn't it?" It's conversationally, as if talking about the weather. "Maybe we should-a head back... down? Would hate to get wet like we all did when we first arrived."
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If sleeping is to Recite Your Death, I Would Rather Stay Awake As Long As I Can (Kaeya)
Kaeya has taken up residence in the cafeteria for most of the night. At least that’s where he keeps finding himself. He doesn’t want to count the amount of mugs he’s brewed this morning.
It’s fine, he’ll deal with it later.He tries to ignore the fact he has two, one that was freshly brewed and he’s waiting to cool and the other he’s nursing currently. Normally alcohol would suit him fine, but because the boat didn’t know how to make alcohol apparently, he would have to make do with what he had.“What a lousy storm,” Kaeya grumbles to himself, trying to find something to at least pass the time. He doesn’t have much really, just mentally going over the notes of what he’s learned in his head to try to quell whatever thoughts are trying to rip his brain apart.
He tries to ignore the ghostly encounter that seemed to follow him in his mind and the other ghosts that linger around, like he’s a lone survivor. (Even though he very much isn’t.) “They’re dead...” he mutters to himself. “They have been for a long time.”
His mind goes to the recent nightmares of starry eyed people and the bloody corpses of people he once knew; a grim reminder of a choice he would have to make. Damned if he choose Khaenirah, damned if he chose Mondstadt. Whoever was dead never truly mattered, they would be cursing his name regardless.
Always.
“It’s not your fault...” he reminds himself as he watches the man muttering about his so called friend’s stealing his shoes again. Kaeya had tried everything, including entertaining to talk to him for about an hour, but has all but lost interest. He just looks back at him every once in a while. In some ways, it helps he doesn’t know him. “It’s not your fault.”
He takes another sip of the coffee, as if somehow he’d be able to stave out this entire situation and be able to sleep properly. He recalls the mountains and puts his head in his hands. He can’t last days, he knows no coffee can really keep that up for that long.
Maybe then he’d sleep like the dead until the dead finally left the boat.
Are you trying to ghost me?
Kaeya has been keeping a strange eye on the public showers on the cafeteria. The man has been aimless almost, wandering the R0 exclusively. He makes time to head to R3 from time to time, but mostly has been making his way through the floor.
He keeps moving, watching the mingling. Looking for something. He stifles a yawn and continues walking, occasionally mumbling. It’s almost like he’s one of the ghosts.
“So.... there’s repetition... sometimes they respond but not much,” he mutters under his breath. “I wonder... if there’s other ways... And why now...”
It seems he has a lot on his mind.
If Only there were Seashells
The decks were quite strange, seeing the barrier containing all the water surrounding them. He had once heard that Fontaine has a large amount of water, he wonders vaguely if this was what it was like. He tries to ignore the ghosts for now, instead wanting to inspect the barrier. It was stronger than any shield he had seen produced before. Perhaps at least taking a look, watching the waters, may prove some insight.
It reminds him of the sea, of ghosts of the past. He chuckles at the concept, “If only it was like a day at the beach... That would be much better.”
“I wonder what the weather is like in Falcon Coast,” he mumbles to himself, thinking back to the ocean and the trips he had gone on when he was young.
Wildcard
We gotta talk about your caffeine intake, friend /hypocrite
And he sees a familiar figure slouched at a table nearby. A part of him is actually embarrassed and he wants to turn around and leave. Kaeya only seems to see him at his worst, and he's not sure he wants to deal with that right now. But...hm. Kaeya seems more...disheveled than his usual. And is he muttering to himself...?
He sighs, getting a mug of warm oat milk and putting a bit of lavender in it. It'll take the edge off. With his drink, he goes to sit at Kaeya's table with a quiet plop.
"Evening, friend. Or should I say good morning?" he asks, chuckling, sipping at his drink. He eyes the two coffee mugs by the other man's elbow, raising an eyebrow. "Got a project you're working on? That's alot of caffeine for the current hour."
It's fiiiiine, another cup of coffee wont hurt nobody...
Coffee has hurt many people, actually -bonks it out of your hand-
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Sankta Impact (Are you trying to ghost me?)
Sir, I'm fine see? Everything is okkkayyyyyy
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Malos | Xenoblade Chronicles 2 | POSSESSION! POSSESSION! POSSESSION!!!!!!
Here's a really really, really silly thing about Malos. He can't sleep alone. Like, he can, but he hates it. And since - you know - Jin isn't here - (of course Jin isn't here) - what's Malos supposed to do? Well, sleep on a couch in the lounge, he decides. It's not unlike doing the same on the Marsanes, sleeping somewhere where he can hear Patroka arguing with everyone. The noise... helps? Maybe? At the very least, he's able to fall asleep.
He dreams of Elysium. It's not Elysium. It's - something else. Something familiar, something buried, buried, buried in his core resonating with the idea of it.
He dreams of this - a world in stasis, everything meticulously built, meticulously crafted, meticulously maintained. He recognizes it. He doesn't recognize it at all. Elysium, but different, full of people with blurry faces living their lives. It should be perfect... It should be...
When he wakes up, something feels... off. He can't stop rolling the images around in his head, fragments, faces he
doesn't knowcan't remember."It's all gone," he mumbles to himself, delirious. A profound sense of loss wells up inside him, and he doesn't know how to deal with it. He's sitting upright, on a couch in the lounge, staring at his hands. He's trembling. "It's all... gone."
BAD TASTE
He doesn't stop having the dreams. They're starting to piss him off. He's sick of grieving a place he doesn't know. He damn well already has enough to be grieving about, thank you VERY much! Not that he wants to be thinking about that, either.
But - How can he not? How can he not think about it!? He's had Jin for the majority of his life, if not WITH him then at least - knowing he'd come back. When that grief wells up in him, it's at least familiar, but it hurts, and he doesn't know how to deal with that. He wasn't supposed to outlive Jin. He wasn't supposed to - whatever! Who cares!!
He slams a fist against the wall of the ship - he could dent it, if he wanted, but he knows how to restrain himself and knows better because if he dented the Marsanes then Mik would--
"God DAMN IT ALL!" he shouts, to anyone who might be listening. "What's the point? What's even the point of any of this!?"
Bad Dreams
His sleep cycles tend to be very light and all his systems stay active while his brain gets some rest, so the movement from the other couch triggers him waking up, lifting his hat to squint across at the big man on the other couch. "...all right there, friend?"
Well, obviously Malos is not. But hey, you gotta start a conversation somehow.
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Furina's No Good Very Bad Terrible Night (Herein Lies Possession!)
It's another restless night, for Furina; thus far the only dangers on this ship have been the Ship itself and the things that linger that are not her fellow captive 'passengers'--but that does not mean Furina feels safe here. That does not mean Furina feels secure here, in this bed and this room that has been assigned to her.
(A bitter truth, and cold comfort, that she admits to herself in the late hours, sitting up in tired acceptance of no more sleep coming to her that night: she does not feel secure sleeping anywhere. Even back home in Fontaine. It's hard to feel secure when you are always scared.)
Forcing herself to her feet, she stumbles into her bathroom--if sleep is beyond her, she'd like to feel at least a little more human. The tap is stiff, and creaks when she turns it on; she can't hear the water moving through any pipes, though. It's cold as ice as it spills over her hands, before they're too numb to feel anything. Dunking her face into the water is almost as effective as the coffee she takes each morning back in Fontaine.
Bracing herself against the sink, she sighs. She is so, so tired. In every single sense of the word.
Resigning herself to spending the rest of the night curled up in her bed, wide awake, Furina makes to leave the bathroom--
--and then something flickers in the corner of her eye. She pauses, and looks around the room, and...
Something is wrong.
The dread comes from nowhere, clawing up her throat as her stomach flips itself into knots--as if I am on an elevator, Furina thinks, just before she knows that she is going to die.
Every single person on this ship is going to die, and it is all her fault--
The ship shakes, and her balance shakes with it--the deathgrip she'd had on the sink is loosened by her panic, and she trips backwards into her bathtub with a shriek. Her spine aches where it hits the tile hard, but the pain is almost soothing, in that it clears her head.
Breathing hard, not sure if she quite has it in her to move at the moment, Furina can only hope that no one was close enough to hear her scream--no one that would be concerned enough to knock on her door, at least.
ii. a late night snack?
The dread lingers, even after she has calmed herself down from her panic. Shaky in every limb, and vaguely sticky with sweat, Furina makes the executive decision that she no longer wishes to be alone in her room--even if it means venturing out late, and being alone in the halls of the ship. If it comes down to it, she will make her way to Neuvillette's room; he would not turn her away, and if she were to ever call a place in this world or any other 'safe,' well...thanks to what she's learned from him on the ship, that place would be 'by his side.'
She is reluctant to cling to his coattails, though. Centuries of standing alone do not go so quietly; and she is...unwilling, she thinks, for him to think her overly weak--even though he knows, without doubt, down to the very human core of her, just how weak she truly is.
Furina doesn't quite have the energy in her to put herself together as meticulously as she normally would; she should be horrified, but instead she's just...lethargic. It's late, after all, and her heart is still beating double time. She pulls on her coat, and puts a brush through her hair; slips on her gloves and boots and fixes her hat atop her head. To anyone at mere passing glance, she'd look as immaculate as always; to anyone who looks a little longer, a little closer--or indeed, to anyone that knows her--she will likely look significantly more alarming.
She cannot find it in her to care. There is only the dread.
Stepping out into the hall and closing her door behind her, Furina walks to the cafeteria as if in a daze; her arms crossed tight and her gaze affixed to the floor. If she's not looking, it's not real, something in her whispers--though where that comes from or what that something is, she does not know. She only knows the dread, pounding like a headache--and, even louder than that, ever louder than that, is the vertigo that keeps spinning through her. The ship might never pause, but it hasn't caused her to feel that thus far, and it's been two weeks! What is going on?
"You're hungry," she tells herself. "That's all." She's so used to eating smaller portions, and snacking when she can--there are no easy snacks to stash away here without being obvious, so her smaller meals must be taking their toll. That is all. Food will fix her...but even as she tries to reassure herself with this, she knows that food won't be available this late. Well. The drinks cart will still be out, won't it? Something warm...that will make her feel better. And replenish her blood sugar, besides!
And then she walks into the cafeteria proper, and making herself a drink is the very last thing on her mind.
Because it is not simply the cafeteria she has walked into; it is a waking nightmare.
Furina stares at the glass walls. She stares through them, and the dread inside her swells with her horror. Her terror. Had she anything in her stomach, she would have purged it. As it is, she gags on the overwhelming sense of failure that overtakes her, on that looming specter of death that it all her fault--grips onto a bench to help her knees keep her upright, and then realises that it's not only her fear bringing her down; they're not only underwater, they're heading deeper.
"Meropide," Furina mutters to herself, squeezing her eyes shut tight and pulling up every mask she had ever worn to keep herself from breaking down right there. "It's--it's just like Meropide, Furina." She's only visited the Fortress a handful of times, in her life, but she'd managed not to lose her head while surrounded by water then. She can do it now, too--
She jolts, as she hears someone come into the room--"Who's there?" she calls.
iii. a late night rendezvous (locked to neuvillette)
When their rooms had been assigned, Neuvillette had made sure Furina had known where to find his; she's moving on a mostly exhausted autopilot, but she finds his door without falter.
She knocks on his door, trying to be as quiet as possible--he has good hearing, and she doesn't want to disturb any neighbours he might have. She hasn't the slightest clue what rooms surrounding him might be habitable or inhabited, and she's very aware that more people aboard might have hearing just as good (if not better) than Neuvillette's.
"Neuvillette, it's me," she whispers to the door, hugging herself tightly. That sense of dread--of wrongness, of stomach spinning freefall--it has not left her, but knowing Neuvillette is just a door away from her now settles...something, inside of her. Something small and afraid. "May I come in?"
iv. late at night, all alone? (wildcard)
please hmu on discord with any ideas you might have! maybe your character encounters furina in the halls on her way to the cafeteria, or elsewhere!
late night snack
Even since coming to the ship he's found himself avoiding his Archon. How do you talk to your god face-to-face? What would he even say? Better to just leave that almost certainly awkward situation alone. If they're meant to meet, it will probably be through Neuvillette and this might be one of the few social situations that would be less awkward with his help.
Of course ever since the ship descended beneath the water he's been having trouble sleeping, drawn to one or another of the windows in the ship. He just realized he'd been staring at one since the light faded into darkness and now it's late and he's hungry. Maybe there's something in the cafeteria that can satisfy his stomach before he sleeps.
Of course when he opens the door to find the deity he's been avoiding standing in the middle of the room, looking like she's having what he'd call a panic attack in anyone else he pauses, wondering if he should get Neuvillette or just pretend he's never seen this. But then she jerks and asks who's there, having clearly heard him come in. Well, no escaping this now. Running away would probably be worse. He comes further into the room, trying to relax the tension that's creeping up his shoulders. "It's Wriothesley, Lady Furina. Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you..." He hesitates, then decides he might as well ask. "Is everything all right?"
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Neuvillette, for his part, may not be familiar with this exact type of safety harness, but he is wise enough to take a warning when he hears one, even if it is unclear in the details. He did not waste time except to make sure a few others were in safe locations when the Ship made its announcement, and during the jump itself, he takes the rough ride in the security of the darkened lounge.
Even through the 'water,' the faint hint of the light of the flight engines is visible for those few moments, before the Ship hits the ground again and continues on its way. When the motion has steadied, Neuvillette frees himself of the harness neatly and goes to the back of the ship, contemplatively staring out over the engines, once again dark and quiet as the rain falls around them.
"I suppose that's one way across such a trench," he muses aloud. "A curious vessel indeed..."
2. One Must Imagine Sisyphus Very, Very Wet (any time during the rain)
As the rain continues to fall, the first thing Neuvillette does is - so much as he is able - ensure that there are no leaks that will affect the passenger quarters. Once he's satisfied in that regard - only the rooms with damaged balcony doors seem to be in any danger of leaking - he makes his way down to the cafeteria.
There, those who failed to witness it previously will have the chance to see his power in action - there isn't much water coming in the open wall leading to the foredeck, in comparison to the amounts it could be, but there is still rain coming through the barrier and a puddle is taking form. With a single dismissive gesture from Neuvillette, all the water spreading across the floor rolls back outwards to flow down into the gap at the center of the ship, leaving not even enough to merit a Wet Floor sign.
For a few minutes, anyway, before the persistent rain begins to pool there again. Accordingly, Neuvillette returns every hour or so to repeat the action before the main part of the cafeteria becomes a slipping hazard, at least for the first few hours of the storm. Eventually, the Ship catches on, and pulls sandbags from somewhere to block off the front of the cafeteria against the water.
3. House calls (Clinic + other closed options)
Having heard of a certain altercation involving one of his friends, Neuvillette takes it upon himself to visit the clinic both before and after the jump, bringing with him a gift of tea (for the familiar patient) and various other drinks (for those who are less familiar). Although his primary focus is on standing in for Sigewinne to ensure that her favorite patient stays where he is and recovers appropriately, it is worth the time also to thank those who have taken it upon themselves to server as medical staff and to check in on the other party, which he absolutely does when they have a moment.
Additionally - because the Iudex is, fundamentally, a man of his word - he makes it a point to seek out two particular individuals now that the storm has broken out in earnest. Casper and Aventurine will both find themselves eventually sought out by Neuvillette, the latter carrying a warm mug of perhaps-too-weak tea sweetened with honey. He's heard it helps to have something warm and sweet to drink and he is going to use that advice to the best of his ability.
house call!
He's lying down the first time Neuvillette visits, his eyes most of the way closed so no one nags him to get more sleep, but they open when he sees the Iudex and smells tea. "Heyyy, look who it is." His head still feels like it's half-full of cotton, so he's probably not at his best to be talking to anyone, but he's still happy to see Neuvillette. "You didn't come all the way down here to check on little old me, did you?"
He'll try to sit up without dislodging his Vision, which he tucked into the scarf stabilizing his shoulder to serve as a very fancy ice pack. Of course, it's not the smoothest move he's ever made and it topples to the floor. "Ah, shit. There it goes again..." He's not worried about it getting damaged, of course, but he can't reach it easily when it slides under the bed like that.
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Up and about, relatively | Argenti | Honkai Star Rail
Argenti did not like sitting idle. This was a fact no matter what situation. The moment he was no longer completely debilitated by his illness, he struggled his way out from underneath his tangled sheets, all but dragged himself to his room's restroom, and did what he could to freshen up.
Which embarrassingly, was not much at the time.
However, now that a few days had passed, and he'd made significantly longer distances than from his bed to his sink, he was now working on rebuilding his stamina.
His method of choice was a route he'd mentally mapped that allowed him to loop back around to his room. He'd walked enough of the hallways before taking ill, and while recovering from of the worst of it, to understand where to start, and how to make his way back. Direction was no the issue.
No... his own body was.
The first day he attempted to walk the distance he barely made it to the end of the suites before he felt like collapsing. The floor was looking like as fine a bed as any.
Thankfully, for his sense self, and for the startled concerns of others who might have found him in, stars only know what state, curled up on the ground, he managed to shamefully wheeze and wobble his way back to his room. After which he did not remember much if he was quite honest.
It was a discouraging ladder to climb, but everyday he was getting further, and further. The last couple of days especially had been promising. So today he resolved to push himself further, confident he could manage the entire route, finally.
It was not his most well considered decision.
A little over half way he found himself using his hand to help just a small amount with the strain of walking... ten or so minutes later he was leaning against it, but still making headway... five minutes later he was bent double, one hand pressed against the wall as he rested his shoulder against it, other hand rested on his knee as he tried to remain upright, gasping and blinking hard as the room span everytime he opened his eyes.
He- he needed to rest. To sit down. Only for a moment. He couldn't carry on like this. The chances of him truly collapsing were too high. That was not a burden he would put on his fellow passengers.
With a groan that he hoped was more exhausted then laced with the frustration that he felt deeply in his core, he completely collapsed against the wall, sliding down until he was sitting on the ground, knees bent to his side and head resting against the blessedly cool wall of the Ship.
He should have know... better. The air had gotten... harder to breathe... and it had nothing to do with his own body for once... it was a change in the altitude of the vessel. It was... making it harder on him.
He groaned again, more quietly, this time purely frustration at his own shortcomings in this situation.
It was fine. It would be fine. He'd wait a few minutes, and then he could make his way back...
He shut his eyes. Letting his exhaustion crash through him in the privacy of the abandoned hallway.
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He blinks his eyes open, mind clouded in the fog of having just awoken...
Wait.
Alarm shoots through him. He'd fallen asleep? He'd been tired, but he hadn't- he hadn't thought he would simply pass out.
More to his horror, he notices he is no longer alone.
((Feel free to decide if your character found him, and waited for him to wake up, or if they find him right as he's waking up. Also feel free to play with how long he was out))
-2- Flight Attendant (Day 19)
Argenti strides about the ship, arms laden with harnesses and pamphlets clasped between his fingers. It hadn't been long since the vessel announced it would be crossing a trench before them, and Argenti had been approached by a drone bearing a harness intended for him, along with its instruction pamphlet.
It'd taken him a few moments to consider the instructions and draw his conclusions as to what was going to happen. Truly he still didn't know exactly, but his path was clear.
He'd looped his arm through the harness offered to him, then set off to make sure everyone else knew, and if they would need help.
He'd run into Mr. Sunday along the way, who'd proactively been collecting and handing out the harnesses himself. Mr. Sunday had been kind enough to lend Argenti a fair amount of the ones he'd collected when Argenti informed him of what his goals were, and thus, he found himself now.
His stamina was still below par, but adrenaline was keeping him moving now, the desire to see everyone safe and taken care of overriding his current limits.
So far there had been no issues, and for that he was glad. He needed to check himself how much time had passed, to make sure he wouldn't find himself untethered when the crossing occurred.
He walks up to the next individual, "Hello there friend!" he greets.
-3- For a heartbeat, weigthless (Day 19)
Argenti manages to get himself secured a mere minute before the ship takes off, thus when it suddenly starts moving at a high speed he lets out a startled yelp, and if it weren't for the security of the harness, he absolutely would have fallen over onto the floor and most likely injured himself again.
Amidst the shaking and shuddering of the ships movement he finds a moment to be grateful for that at least. He doesn't think he could stand another day of bed rest.
Staring out the window he tries to grasp at what exactly is going on. The scenery around them is certainly moving at a much faster speed. Once his bearings settle he glimpses a giant chasm in front of them. The Ship is running towards it.
Very, VERY quickly.
He gasps, hands tightening where they'd instinctively grasped at the straps holding him in place. This Ship had lasted a long time without any issue, and given the harness keeping him in place, it had every intent to make sure every passenger remained safe, even in a situation such as this, so truly, he should have nothing to fear.
And yet as they got closer and closer he could feel the growing pulse of his heartbeat beneath the material holding him in place.
He hears a sound, a rumbling, and an announcement over the intercom speakers.
Flight engines igniting.
And then it jumps.
Argenti's mouth falls open, eyes widening in awe as he both feels and sees the ship do something he would've never guessed it was capable of doing.
The strange ocean around them flows past the windows, and he sees enough of the trench below to see it passing through his sight, and the gradually out of it.
Unbeknownst to even himself, he is smiling, open wondrous awe on full display.
For a heartbeat longer it lasts, and then they hit the ground again. Hard.
He yelps again in surprise, his harness' durability being tested by the roughness of the landing, but it holds.
His still healing aches protest greatly against the rough landing, and he instinctively attempts doubles over from some of the worst bruises letting him know they are unhappy with being handled so indelicately.
But a few moments of pacing his breathing, and the worst of the pain passes, and he can feel the inertia of the ship becoming less, and less. They are slowing down.
Eventually it reaches a speed where he feels comfortable removing his harness, and he stands, staring back outside the window, a small smile of awe still stuck on his face.
That was truly magnificent.
-4- Somber clouds and sodden socks (Day 20 or any day its raining)
Argenti stands outside in the rain. Staring up into the clouds and eyes flicking about whenever there is a rumble of thunder that he cannot spot. Truly... there isn't much of a reason for him to be out here. Initially he thought... maybe he could garner something from the rain clouds, some kind of sign or indication of their origin, or any kind of information seeing them for himself might reveal, but truly, they were like many other rain clouds he'd encountered. There wasn't anything about them that stood out to him.
He'd also been curious if the rain would feel... different. Not all planets had water rain, and he'd seen some very different variations of that even. But this did not feel unusual, it looked like very normal, humble water.
He sighed. Looking down. He'd hoped he'd find something that could be of help to his fellow crew mates... but unfortunately... nothing.
If nothing else, it was, nice, to be caught in the rain like this. He still wasn't quiet back to wearing his entire armor set yet, and what he did wear offered little protection against such a deluge. But he didn't mind. He closed his eyes and felt it beat gently against his skin. Listened to the music of it playing notes against the metal of his armor.
He smiled to himself. Yes, it was very nice.
For a few minutes longer, he stood there, enjoying the sounds and sensations. Even the occasional rumble of thunder felt almost like a greeting from an old friend.
Eventually however, he did turn to head back in. He would need to shower after this. And run his laundry again. He sighed, but good naturedly, with a small smile still lingering on his face.
-5- Wildcard
((Hit me up in OOC if you think there's something fun you could cook with me >:3c))
SER...KNOW THY LIMITS....
There is a man on the floor, unconscious. This would be cause for alarm already, but....
Executor knows this man. Which is...part of the problem actually. He stands there and stares at Ser Argenti's prone form for a long moment, his expression...flatter than normal, with a small furrow between his brows. He's not sure he can name the emotion he's feeling, a sinking sensation mixed with a dull, tired...anger? That's not it... ((He is disappointed and frustrated LMAO))
"Ser Argenti," he says, voice ringing through the silent hall, the strange emotion coloring it slightly. No response.
Well if the man is awake at all, he has received his warning. Executor...does not want to startle him again.
So now...Executor kneels down at the knight's side, storm-blue eyes assessing his state. He sees no obvious wounds (this time), and yet the man's face is pale, his breathing labored with an odd rasp to it. ...Ser Argenti's head wound seems to have healed, but in exchange seems to have suffered something internal...there are no obvious signs of struggle in the near vicinity....
"I am going to check your temperature now," he murmurs, on the off chance that Ser Argenti regains consciousness. He does not. Executor moves fire-red bangs aside and carefully lays the back of his hand against the other's forehead. He does not detect a fever...but instead, a cold clamminess that also cannot be healthy. He checks the pulse; slightly elevated, but otherwise normal.
And even upon being touched, Ser Argenti doesn't so much as twitch. Executor...closes his eyes for a moment, sighing. He truly...does not understand this man.
"I will be escorting you back to your room, Ser Argenti. I will take a lack of answer as acceptance," he says. He of course, receives no response. Right then.
The knight is only wearing his plate boots, which will make lifting him much easier than it was before. And...the chill. Executor unfastens his cape and draws is around Ser Argenti's form...and since he does not know what exactly caused the man to fall unconscious, he should probably be more careful about how he's moved. They are not in a state of emergency, so he has time to consider these things this time...
He ends up just...picking Argenti up in his arms, letting his head fall on his shoulder, the cape wrapped around him like a blanket. Now if he remembered correctly, the man's room was...somewhere nearby....he will start walking in that direction with an armful of knight.
((Argenti if you wake up at all you are being princess carried by Executor Federico, your good buddy :) Have fun!))
mans literally said i'm not mad, just disapointed WHEEZE (Behold. an Eeby Boy.)
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Somber clouds, sodden socks (a shorter reply by some miracle???)
You have found your dog and he has been playing in the rain (cackling. It Won't Last /j )
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RAIN RAIN RAIN
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Bro is not having a good time rn (until he does actually)
Aventurine stands there, his hands shaking.
This is stupid. He knows it is. It's just a harness. It's not...it's not anywhere close to--
Still, safety or not, it's still a form of restraint. That he needs to put on or he could get seriously hurt. And he's visited the clinic enough lately, he doesn't want to add another trip for something completely preventable.
He understands all this! And yet his hands keep shaking as he wrestles with the straps and buckles. They're already clumsier than normal from all the bandages and past damage, this is ridiculous...
He growls, letting off a string of Avgin swears that are...unusually colorful for him, if anyone can understand them.
He looks like he could probably use some help, and is not too happy about that.
2. Another laundry run (Day 21 ish? Possession gone! Location: either on the way to or in the laundry room)
It was quite a surprise to wake up and find. Something in his sink. A bundle of cloth...? It's sopping wet.
"Who put this here...?" He mutters, working to lift the waterlogged object. It's quite heavy-
His breath catches when it unfolds and he recognizes it. It's...
His old coat.
How did it get here of all places...? He'd lost it somewhere along the way to being...taken that day. And it was small then, like him. Now it's his size, as an adult? How...?
His eyes are wide, stunned and awed as he sets it on the counter, letting it drip as he traces the familiar patterns on the sleeves with his fingers. It's...the same. Just big. He could...he could wear this.
Should he??
Another part of him quickly snaps back why not?! Most people on this ship had never heard of the Avgin tribe. They've never heard of Sigonia. And...the ship can get cold. This could be really nice to have...
He shakes himself once he makes his decision, carefully setting the strange yet so very familiar garment in a basket, along with some towels and outerwear that could use a wash too.
With that he sets out to the laundry room at a fast pace, still confused but also feeling...lighter than he's felt in a long while. It probably shows on his face should anyone be nearby.
He's even humming a little once he sets to work in the laundry room proper. It's an old song from his childhood...
3. Wildcard! (Hmu on discord if you have other thoughts or ideas!)
Aurelia knows what he's saying! That's a problem | Buckle up!! He's trying...
So she puts a stop to it. By sidling up to him silently and placing her hand over his mouth. It's an efficient method to both buy herself a little silence, reset his train of thought, and take a deeper measure of his emotional state. Anxiety and fear bolstered by old traumas. Poor thing.
"Aventurine." She says his name, tone flat but packed with as much meaning as she can. The shadowtongue is an expressive language. A prefix of acceptance and friendship, a suffix of concern and disappointment. A silent offer of help, an affirmation of their bond all in one
Silenced!!! Surprising!!
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buckle up!!!!! or don't, whatever,
Seatbelts are important but boy howdy there's some baggage
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Another Laundry Run|| Knock knock its a cat
Pspspsps wanna see the crazy laundry machines
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Executor Federico| Stuff and things
Executor received the instructions and the safety harness from a drone rolling by. He considered the instructions, then proceeded to obtain more harnesses. He is starting to learn about the types of people on this landship. Perhaps there will be those in need of assistance.
He's particularly watchful of those who are straggling, or are more intent on helping others than the time. He must keep the passengers aware of the time limit.
"Excuse me. There are ten minutes and 52 seconds before the ship's time limit reaches its end. Please prepare accordingly. Do you need assistance?"
2. Renovations! Drone wrangling (Day 22)((I pretend I know anything about robotics or engineering))
Curious. He'd not seen circuitry arranged quite like this before...
Executor had signed up for helping repair the ship after its jump and the floods. Dr. Ratio forbade him from doing anything too strenuous for the near foreseeable future, but he's still been able to be out and about before Signore Wriothesley.
The bandages had been removed from his wings, leaving only faint cracks of white light if one looked closely enough, which would heal soon as well. At the moment he's busying himself with malfunctioning drones that had either fallen over or got caught in floods or a heavy object falling upon them, etc. He had found several in need of maintenance, something the ship possibly performs already but...it was something familiar to him.
He's helped fix many pipes and build structures to avoid future flooding, and, while his gear is stain resistant, he opted to leave most of the outer layers off for the time being.
Upon fixing several drones, he'd noticed some starting to roll up to him, instead of him having to find them himself. Curious. Closing the casing on one of the machines, his eyes soften a little at the revived chirps and beeps. A success then.
He's taking a small break now, as his wings were starting to ache again. He can probably be found in the lounge pondering an old looking brochure. It's probably an...odd sight, with a bunch of drones gathered around him. He doesn't seem to mind. "So the landship was not always a landship...I wonder what went into building engines for flight like that..." he muses quietly.
3. Ice cream!!! So much ice cream (Day 23 ish?, Cafeteria)
Anyone in the cafeteria can see at a table by the bar, Executor Federico having a lunch break. Or something. He's eating ice cream actually, which is new to the menu! He seems very focused to an absurd degree on eating the frozen treat in a small bowl before him.
There are also. Several more bowls of ice cream at the table. All of different flavors and colors. Too much for one person and yet he seems to be the only one there...?
You can ask him about it or not; it's probably going to melt soon anyway. Maybe he should have paced himself...
4. Wildcard! (HMU on discord if you have other ideas!)
ice cream and apologies
With that retrieved, he comes over, making sure to approach from the front so he can be seen coming. "Ah, Executor... do you have a moment to talk?"
They'd exchanged preliminary apologies in the clinic, but they'd both been pretty out of it. He wants to make sure the air is clear between them after what happened the last time they were in the cafeteria together.
hello!!! have a seat maybe, you are injured
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Re: Executor Federico| Ice cream
Autism to autism communication let's goooo
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Sunday | Honkai: Star Rail | Event TL 2: BOAT JUMP!!!!!
Sunday could feel it: the crushing weight of the atmosphere around him. It weighed him down, making him feel leaden and sluggish. Even breathing felt like a chore, like his body pressing back against an oppressive force. It made him feel weak, small, vulnerable. He... wasn't taking it well.
On the second day of the windows having finally gone dark, of the air itself feeling thick, like it were made of water itself, the Ship makes itself heard, requesting that passengers secure themselves, they were crossing a trench. Sunday's heart leaps into his throat as he drops everything he'd been doing to look for a safe place to hide, to secure himself. A drone rolls by not long after he begins his panicked search, pushing a harness at him, along with directions on how to use it.
Sunday thanks it, and then snatches up a bunch of the harnesses it was carrying, deciding he might as well help. As quickly as his body allows, he searches through the ship, hoping to find someone that might need help.
Jump Countdown
Five minutes before the jump, the halovian is sorely reminded that he needs to secure himself, too. But the anxiety still grips him. Had he missed anyone? What if someone had been asleep? What if he'd simply not handed a harness to someone he'd already seen? There is a ship drone following him, beeping frantically. He knows. He knows.
He can't waste time like this. The idea of having missed someone grips him as hard as his fear of not having enough time to strap himself in. His feathers fan out in stress, as he tears down the hall, heading for the railing around the pit of the ship. He rounds a corner a little too quickly, crashing right into someone.
It takes him a moment to recover, freezing in place, his blood running cold. He'd been so careless, so mindless--- He opens his eyes to look at the other person, clearly more than a little stressed, a bead of sweat rolling down his face.
What was shock and dismay at his own short-sighted behaviour quickly turns to concern and frustration towards the person in front of him.
"Didn't you hear the announcements? We need to secure ourselves!"
Wriothesley
Anxiety permeates every aspect of his being the more he searches. He met up with that Knight of Beauty, Argenti, and had been happy to give the man half of the harnesses he had left. Though he had acted fairly cordial and put together... He was not.
Internally, he was deeply afraid. He didn't know what any of this meant, what to expect, and instead of feeling a natural sort of curiosity towards the unknown, Sunday was frazzled and distressed. He cared about the people here as he cared for those on Penacony: He didn't want anyone to get hurt. But he hadn't checked many off of his mental list, and he had no idea where anyone could be. Perhaps his own fault, for sticking largely to his room, feeling sorry for himself.
Maybe he was foolish for thinking he could save everyone. Maybe be should have stuck to the few he felt he knew on the Ship, and make sure they were safe above all else. But he can't stop thinking of the possibility of someone getting hurt because he didn't reach them in time, let alone the drones.
The more Sunday thinks, the more he works himself up, hands trembling and breathing quickly, shallowly. He only has an hour: He needs to focus.
"I have harnesses, does anyone need one?"
Aurelia
The pressure wreaks havoc on his head. At around the half hour mark, Sunday's stress feels like it's calcified in him. He hasn't reached all the people he needs to yet, and while there were a few already securing themselves, he still felt responsible for those that hadn't, yet.
He charges through the halls as fast as his body allows, unused to running for long periods of time, as well as air pressure thick enough to cut through. His eyes catch that strange woman he'd met some time ago--- Sharr? That was about the only part of her name he remembered. Sunday hurries to catch up with her, panting heavily as he stops near her, leaning against a wall. It was hard to breathe.
"Miss Sharr, the... Ship. You need to. Take one." He says, shakily offering a harness. "Please."
Jump countdown (we have to stop meeting like this /j)
He turns a corner and find him he does, the halovian crashing into him at the speed he'd been running. Federico instinctively reaches out, grasping the other's shoulders in a steadying grip. He blinks past the fear fear desperation worry buzzing over their connection.
"Sunday. I have heard the announcements. It is good I found you in time." Based on past experience, Federico could infer that the man would be putting the safety of others before his own. It seems he was correct.
The nearby drone beeps in added distress. Federico lifts the harness from Sunday's shoulder. "I have helped secure as many passengers as I was able, and the drones and other passengers are giving aid as well. It is time to help yourself, Sunday," he says, a plea underlying his words. Taking in the halovian's frazzled appearance, he adds, "If you need assistance, I will gladly give it. We can secure ourselves here. It will be alright."
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The Sky is not the limit, your mind is | Kaeya [So Below Part 2]
When the ship-- the airship takes off in a jump. Kaeya can’t help but grasp the railing he had secured himself to and give a laugh. Oh we wished he was on the top deck right now. There’s a part of him, the part of him that truly feels like he’s from Mondstadt no matter where his blood ties reside.
“This quite the spectacle!” Kaeya can’t help but gasp, and its the first time he’s actually looked pleased and happy in a bit. There’s a wide smile on his face, much more relaxed and genuine.
“Who would’ve thought that of all the things this ship could do, it actually could do this!” he speaks. There’s a serious temptation to unlatch himself from the secure railing just a little bit, as stupid as it would be, to try to get a good look of the sky again.
He finds himself fumbling a little bit with the latches on the harness, it could appear he’s either struggling with it, or simply fumbling with it halhazardly.
Renovation Work
Kaeya is used to water, being from a city in the middle of a lake, but this is rather crazy for him. The amount of water is rather daunting, to say the least. He’s not as skilled in repairing as other people would be in Teyvat, but this is the least he could do. Any opportunity to get something out of the situation is a good trade off, as long as its not entirely outside of his favor.
He sighs as he finds himself dragging away debris through the waterlogged sections and mopping away a lot of those halls in order to properly prepare them for the installation plans required in case they have to go into the ocean again.
“Well,” he mutters, “At least there’s always at least something to do around here~”
Thunder Go Away
{TW: light reference of near death experiences and child neglect}
The lounge was not exactly a perfect place for looking over new information, but Kaeya can at least properly use one of the tables as a desk or sorts. As he’s skimming through the pages of the rather large book the boat had so graciously given him, he tries to record anything of use among all the pages, notably looking for anything resembling the plants on the boat. Any indication of something important that could explain what exactly is going on with the plants.
He scribbles down a note to finally pay a visit to the lower floors, it would-
The sound of rumbling thunder makes him flinch. Body rigid and shaking for a minute. The sound in itself is enough to throw him back to the worst days of his life-- watching his father walk away from him and leave him in an unknown place with the rain beating down on him.
He tries to take a deep breath, dropping his pen and closing his eye to try to block out the thoughts. He isn’t even on Teyvat anymore, he shouldn’t be freaking out this much.
He’s only stuck on a ship full of people he only knows on a basic level. They barely know him, there’s no pressure of deciding their fate.
Even if one wrong move could throw him back to those awful moments. Kaeya wasn’t superstitious but-The next rolling thunder sends him reeling, leaping up and hissing, bending over to cradle his leg that hit one of the table legs as he tries to get up and move. He’s gripping onto the table for dear life for a moment.
His heart pounded just like when he witnessed Diluc’s flames in a relentless barrage barrel towards himself. The day he wondered if it would be, and expected it, to be the last day of his life.
Kaeya doesn’t realize his breathing is ragged and sharp. He places a hand to his temple to try to shove it all back, try to focus.
Another rumble is all he needs to start shakily, in twitchy motions, collect the book and all the stupid amount of papers he brought.
Thunder go away (have a guardian angel (?))
He'd laid down for rest approximately an hour and 37 minutes ago. Instead of sleeping, he'd been...watching the shadows as questions and thoughts plagued him. They're...half formed with his sleepless state. Even now he cannot make sense of them, a general restlessness keeping his eyes open, watching for anything that may move from the shadows...
Also his wings ache. He'd been healing well due to the efforts of Doctor Ratio and Signore Fridtjof. So that was...concerning.
So he journeys to the lounge, and that answers one of his questions. It is raining...and quite harshly at that. That...did tend to make wounds ache. But otherwise, the noise helps to soothe some of his clamorous thoughts. He also looks forward to the clear blue sky after the storm passes...
The thunder and lightning is less relaxing. That reminds him of the battleground, of gunshots and rolling machines. It does not bother him like other operators, but...it might be upsetting for some of the more anxious passengers here. A few already come to mind...
As expected, upon approaching the lounge, he hears startled yelps and ragged breathing punctuating claps of thunder. He picks up the pace, coming upon...ah.
"Signore Kaeya," he calls out politely, working to not startle the man further as he approaches. The man...looks to be on the edge of some sort of anxiety attack, hands frantically scrambling to gather up papers and what looks to be a large book.
He must assess, first. So Executor approaches, unarmed hands in view. "Are you well?"
Masking is a time and a half
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Shang Beida sure had a panic attack visible from space. Once he finishes sorting out his meridians and emerges from Casper’s bedroom, any empath on the boat might realize it was him and say something.
Once his bullshit xianxia medicines wear off, he can be found in the laundry room in his inner robes, working the blood out of his and Casper’s things. He even has bullshit xianxia laundry powders that he’s using instead of the ship’s detergents, and he has Casper’s cotton things in a separate bucket from his silk robes. He is definitely still oozing guilt, even if he’s processed it enough not to have another qi deviation.
The Jump (closed to Casper)
If he is tying himself to something and his boyfriend is tying himself to something, they are by fuck going to be doing it in the same place so he can make sure he’s there if Casper panics. He takes two harnesses from a drone and starts following the direction of the tracking talisman he gave Casper.
Productive Work?
He did kind of set one of his talismans on fire. And he has a limited amount of talisman paper on him. The ship has stuff, though. He’s gone searching on the agricultural decks for bamboo to make more paper with. It won’t be spiritual bamboo, but he can make it work… He’s keeping an eye out in case there are any plants at all here with spiritual energy, too, though the setting is so sci-fi he doesn’t have high hopes.
the afterparty's sure to be -
Shang Qinghua might notice that Neuvillette is sitting very deliberately in the lounge when he does finally exit Casper's room - there's no sign for his rushed exit from the clinic, nor is he being particularly obvious about lurking.At least, in his mind, he's not being particularly obvious. (Iudex Neuvillette is a poor actor, except in matters of the court.)
He does not fidget, but he may as well, certainly torn. On the one hand, he is genuinely concerned for the man's wellbeing. On the other, he doesn't want to spook him further, after whatever that was earlier.
After some hesitation, he decides upon looking up, and, finding that Shang Qinghua is in a significantly less dressed state than usual in the middle of the day, has at least a reason to ask, "Is everything all right?"
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Aftermath baybeeee
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