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GAL FRIDAY:
THE CAPTAIN:
unless he likes you then it's more like
PIRATE JENNY GUABANCEX JENNY:
THE CAPTAIN:
unless he likes you then it's more like
[Maximilien is going to approach guest services and stand there politely with his hands behind his back.]
Good evening, I wish to lodge a formal complaint about this vessel.
[He'd like to speak to the manager.]
Good evening, I wish to lodge a formal complaint about this vessel.
[He'd like to speak to the manager.]
[Friday will get a handwritten note in barely legible scrawl: "BeST BoAT BaBEs" with a very lopsided gold star, on black and white striped stationary. "Luve Ya, BJ"
The Captain will receive a note written in even worse scrawl: "WHAT THE HELL? -- BJ".]
The Captain will receive a note written in even worse scrawl: "WHAT THE HELL? -- BJ".]
[Friday pins the note on the wall behind her desk because literally any positive interaction is an occasion for her.
the captain's note remains unanswered. well, except there's a dead cricket in his bed when he wakes up the next morning, but that's probably unrelated.]
the captain's note remains unanswered. well, except there's a dead cricket in his bed when he wakes up the next morning, but that's probably unrelated.]
[ a day before the excursion--
venti makes his way over to the service desk, a book in hand, looking... slightly more of a mess. braids half-done, cloak and corset missing. just #postdeathblues, what can he say.
but he does want to chat with friday, his wave at her is only half as cheerful as he usually is, or maybe a lot less so than that. ] Hi~ Miss Friday.
Do you happen to have a moment to chat?
venti makes his way over to the service desk, a book in hand, looking... slightly more of a mess. braids half-done, cloak and corset missing. just #postdeathblues, what can he say.
but he does want to chat with friday, his wave at her is only half as cheerful as he usually is, or maybe a lot less so than that. ] Hi~ Miss Friday.
Do you happen to have a moment to chat?
[Hello Rat Bastard at the service desk, wearing his normal polite smile and looking none the worse for wear despite being (checks notes) flamethrowered and shot days ago, electrocuted, bitten, and shanked.]
Lady Friday, do you have a moment?
Lady Friday, do you have a moment?
[ On the guest services desk, Fio places a piece of paper face down. When flipped to the other side, is a childish drawing of Gal Friday, in the green dress that Fio remembers from her first party on the cruise. Somewhere in her cabin, she still keeps that sheet of glittering stars from the party's activity like a treasured art project.
After dropping off her gift, she won't wait long to check for a reaction. She turns to run off, clutching several more papers in her arms. ]
After dropping off her gift, she won't wait long to check for a reaction. She turns to run off, clutching several more papers in her arms. ]
( just... going to peak over the counter like she's not yeeting along her shield and frying pan, as well as a special present. )
Miss Friday?
Miss Friday?
Miss Friday~! [ Mizuki is hand in hand with our resident adorable bear girl, and his other is very obviously holding something behind his back. What could it be!! It’s a mystery. No one knows… ]
You’re not too busy right this moment, are you?
You’re not too busy right this moment, are you?
Ava approaches the desk, hesitant. She's talked herself out of this at least once a day since she's arrived. Because when you're a captive, you're not supposed to make your needs known, you're not supposed to give leverage.
But the not knowing is worse. "I have a bit of a theoretical question, ma'am."
But the not knowing is worse. "I have a bit of a theoretical question, ma'am."
(she knows this can be a very long shot but she needed to give it a shot, regardless. jinx waits until it's late enough at night where she feels no one she knows will ask where she's going or what she's up to.
but in time, she makes it to the bridge and just... stands there for a moment. her eyes narrowing at the wheel as her lips thin. venti warned her to not trust the captain, to stay away, and blah blah everything else. but who cares? the whole "let's band together" text was just a load of crud, anyway. jinx tried multiple times to play things their way, to be nice, to work along others, but once again -- it'll all get jinxed up.
so as far as she's concerned, everyone on this ship is her enemy... except for fio, of course. jinx starts to consider if approaching the captain with no weaponry on her person is the right decision. but then again, she is only approaching him to ask a simple question and nothing more than that. so surely, this won't go sour, right? the worst that can happen is him not answering and she'll go to friday next.)
(taking a breath, she raises up her hand and simply knocks on the metal door with her knuckles.)
but in time, she makes it to the bridge and just... stands there for a moment. her eyes narrowing at the wheel as her lips thin. venti warned her to not trust the captain, to stay away, and blah blah everything else. but who cares? the whole "let's band together" text was just a load of crud, anyway. jinx tried multiple times to play things their way, to be nice, to work along others, but once again -- it'll all get jinxed up.
so as far as she's concerned, everyone on this ship is her enemy... except for fio, of course. jinx starts to consider if approaching the captain with no weaponry on her person is the right decision. but then again, she is only approaching him to ask a simple question and nothing more than that. so surely, this won't go sour, right? the worst that can happen is him not answering and she'll go to friday next.)
(taking a breath, she raises up her hand and simply knocks on the metal door with her knuckles.)
Edited 2022-05-31 03:59 (UTC)
An attempt at talking to the Captain... if not him, he'll seek out Friday
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selenokinesis
2022-06-01 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Beep beep, rat bastard on the bridge. Sorry for trying to stick moonlight spears through your face that one time except not really! Ebalon comes with no hostile intent, he just has questions.
Knock knock. Anyone home?]
Knock knock. Anyone home?]
[the knock goes unanswe-- SIKE, of course he wants to hang out with the fucking moon guy, that shit was sick.
the door doesn't open, of course, but there is very much suddenly a dude just hanging out next to it. leaning against the wall. super cool.]
the door doesn't open, of course, but there is very much suddenly a dude just hanging out next to it. leaning against the wall. super cool.]
Trying the captain (random shitpost ideas are best, right)
neverleave
2022-06-02 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
[You know all those times Natsuno told Clarke Griffin not to be a fucking idiot and leave the bridge alone?
Yeah, now it's his turn to be a fucking idiot. It's fine, though, because he's an undead abomination and he doesn't mind being an idiot if there's a chance to give the various magic nerds on board more information.
He's knocking on the bridge, phone in hand. He's going to be polite, promise.]
Yeah, now it's his turn to be a fucking idiot. It's fine, though, because he's an undead abomination and he doesn't mind being an idiot if there's a chance to give the various magic nerds on board more information.
He's knocking on the bridge, phone in hand. He's going to be polite, promise.]
[reason he decides to not be a bitch and actually answer: the phone. why does he have it? people don't bring their phones here. that's weird. he wants to know more.
a shadow solidifies into a man sitting with his back to the door, peering up curiously, but not saying anything.]
a shadow solidifies into a man sitting with his back to the door, peering up curiously, but not saying anything.]
[He's back for round two! Sure she won last time with the Tommy Bahama, but he is undeterred! He will approach her at guest services again and not immediately launch into a litany of complaints so that's probably a relief.]
If I may have a moment?
If I may have a moment?
[ knock knock
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knock knock knock knock knock
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knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock how long will Kano be standing here knocking until his knuckles hurt (aka his limit is maybe 42 seconds with one hand, the other hand in his pocket and seemingly unwilling to switch to it) and he starts to like... try to peer under the door or see if the lock is something he can mess with or is there a little window on the door, what sort of door are we dealing with here ]
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knock knock knock knock knock
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knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock how long will Kano be standing here knocking until his knuckles hurt (aka his limit is maybe 42 seconds with one hand, the other hand in his pocket and seemingly unwilling to switch to it) and he starts to like... try to peer under the door or see if the lock is something he can mess with or is there a little window on the door, what sort of door are we dealing with here ]
[continuing his grand tradition of doing things specifically to spite clarke,
the door is a sealed bulkhead; there isn't really a mess-able lock, or much space to peer through. and yet, the form of a man appears next to him as he attempts either of those things, watching him.]
the door is a sealed bulkhead; there isn't really a mess-able lock, or much space to peer through. and yet, the form of a man appears next to him as he attempts either of those things, watching him.]
César has heard a thing. So for curiosity's sake, he decides to light a match near Guest Services in full view of Gal Friday.
Uh I'm sorry.
Uh I'm sorry.
A single page of gel pen sketches of eyes, noses and mouths is left on Friday’s desk. Not faces, but the parts that comprise them, scattered across the page. Here, a more feminine eye with thick lashes. There, a button nose. Over there, a stern pair of lips in a frown. In the corner, an eye with under-eye bags.
It is not signed.
It is not signed.
[ Mizuki pats the table excitedly the moment he gets up to it. ]
Miss Friday! I have a question~! Or maybe a couple? If that's not too much of a bother???
Miss Friday! I have a question~! Or maybe a couple? If that's not too much of a bother???
[This time, Murderbot waits for Friday to be at her desk, and sort of awkwardly places a brown pipecleaner bunny with a fluffy white tail and a separate pipe cleaner carrot on her desk.]
[Palamedes has his knapsack with him when he comes up to Guest Services--not the summer camp one, but the one emblazoned with the Serena Eterna logo that he has taken to carrying with him around the ship. As usual, it has a notebook and a couple pens, some basic lab supplies, and the lei.
It's the lei he's here about, but that's what he starts with. First, he needs to see if there's a way to get Gal Friday somewhere the captain can't overhear them.]
Miss Friday, do you like tea?
It's the lei he's here about, but that's what he starts with. First, he needs to see if there's a way to get Gal Friday somewhere the captain can't overhear them.]
Miss Friday, do you like tea?
[He may have been walking down a hall. Or maybe he'd been in the library. Skulduggery doesn't remember the last thing he was doing aboard the Eterna before he was taken; all he knows is that he's waking up in bed with almost a full year's worth of memories jammed in between then and now. They're memories that don't settle neatly into place as a reflection's would, leaving him with the stirrings of a major headache.
So if he seems... stilted in his approach to the Guest Services desk, it might be because of that. Or it might be because Skulduggery has avoided directly speaking to Gal Friday at every possible opportunity. Somehow, her being a faceless construct at the bidding of a vengeful wannabe god just doesn't strike the same uneasy nerve it used to. ("Used to" being yesterday. Maybe even less time. He has no way of knowing -- time is meaningless here.)
He leans on the desk, dropping a hand against the top, rapping his fingers against the wood once. He might not have a face, but his orbital sockets are fixed on Friday's lack-thereof.]
So. [He'll just give her a beat, see if she wants to cut to the chase for him.]
So if he seems... stilted in his approach to the Guest Services desk, it might be because of that. Or it might be because Skulduggery has avoided directly speaking to Gal Friday at every possible opportunity. Somehow, her being a faceless construct at the bidding of a vengeful wannabe god just doesn't strike the same uneasy nerve it used to. ("Used to" being yesterday. Maybe even less time. He has no way of knowing -- time is meaningless here.)
He leans on the desk, dropping a hand against the top, rapping his fingers against the wood once. He might not have a face, but his orbital sockets are fixed on Friday's lack-thereof.]
So. [He'll just give her a beat, see if she wants to cut to the chase for him.]
[So talking to Friday didn't do any good, and Skulduggery now approaches the bridge door with his hands still shoved deep in his pockets. (Doesn't talk to anyone, makes sure to take the road less traveled. There are so many people on this ship. When did that happen?)
He stands facing the door and crosses his arms over his chest. Hey pal. Hey buddy. Hey man. Hope Gal told you who was coming to breakfast...]
He stands facing the door and crosses his arms over his chest. Hey pal. Hey buddy. Hey man. Hope Gal told you who was coming to breakfast...]
[when he appears, he's sitting on the floor behind him, attention completely transfixed by a leaf he's spinning between his fingers.]
I'm glad you didn't knock. It's annoying. I don't know why people do it.
I'm glad you didn't knock. It's annoying. I don't know why people do it.
[ baaaaackdated to maybe two days after getting back from camp because i SUCK. anyway there's a little flow of pics and video to juracán's phone--
- the mural on aries' cabin
- numerous pictures of the sky taken atop aries cabin or even the top of the mess hall or anywhere else--at dawn, blue daylight, dusk, the night sky even if the camera doesn't quite have capabilities to capture constellations and stars
- a slightly crooked video venti takes overlooking the lake on the pier while playing a song
- the view of the lake later at night, with a dim mizuki-shaped glow underneath the surface.
- blurry pics while flying through the forest, a few macro photos of the questionable flora
- video taken from atop the mess hall while muffled 80's music plays inside during the dance
- a sneak pic of zhongli in short shorts because he has to immortalize that and honestly, he kind of accidentally sent that to friday. uh, whoops.
- the assortment of pics from aiden and natsuno, featuring some very charming selfies from the former and slightly more utilitarian pics from the latter, like skeletons sweeping cabins.
and on the rare occasion friday might leave her desk whether to go clean something or scold someone for smoking or underage drinking, when she returns there would be delivered to her counter a small bouquet of rather colorful cecilia, which are actually tissue paper flowers that were enchanted. the spell would wear off after a day, like the illusion he had cast on the broken holy lyre. ]
- the mural on aries' cabin
- numerous pictures of the sky taken atop aries cabin or even the top of the mess hall or anywhere else--at dawn, blue daylight, dusk, the night sky even if the camera doesn't quite have capabilities to capture constellations and stars
- a slightly crooked video venti takes overlooking the lake on the pier while playing a song
- the view of the lake later at night, with a dim mizuki-shaped glow underneath the surface.
- blurry pics while flying through the forest, a few macro photos of the questionable flora
- video taken from atop the mess hall while muffled 80's music plays inside during the dance
- a sneak pic of zhongli in short shorts because he has to immortalize that and honestly, he kind of accidentally sent that to friday. uh, whoops.
- the assortment of pics from aiden and natsuno, featuring some very charming selfies from the former and slightly more utilitarian pics from the latter, like skeletons sweeping cabins.
and on the rare occasion friday might leave her desk whether to go clean something or scold someone for smoking or underage drinking, when she returns there would be delivered to her counter a small bouquet of rather colorful cecilia, which are actually tissue paper flowers that were enchanted. the spell would wear off after a day, like the illusion he had cast on the broken holy lyre. ]
Edited 2022-07-01 04:14 (UTC)
[Friday doesn't actually leave her desk much at all - except when she seems to notice what's happening, and for some reason she needs to go stand by the elevators for a while more often.
she also may be printing out the pictures and making a scrapbook you don't know her life.]
she also may be printing out the pictures and making a scrapbook you don't know her life.]
Lady Friday, good afternoon. I've brought you something.
[It's a tart, wrapped in a nice napkin from the buffet so that it stays fresh. This is more at Mizuki's behest than anything because Ebalon is pretty sure that Friday can't eat. Can Friday eat?]
[It's a tart, wrapped in a nice napkin from the buffet so that it stays fresh. This is more at Mizuki's behest than anything because Ebalon is pretty sure that Friday can't eat. Can Friday eat?]
[ Mizuki is just sort of hauling all the equipment with him, a few of his stingers uncloaked so he can tote around all the vests and such. Despite the pettiness and Jinx being Jinx and also Max being Max, he thinks it went rather well! Lots of people had fun! Mizuki included!! It would've been nice for Friday to join, too, but— ]
Ah, Miss Friday? Thank you for letting me put something like this together! I hope it wasn't too much of a hassle…
Say, do you think I could leave this stuff in the sports storage?
Ah, Miss Friday? Thank you for letting me put something like this together! I hope it wasn't too much of a hassle…
Say, do you think I could leave this stuff in the sports storage?
[Look who's sauntering up as if this is a totally normal occurrence for him!!! absolutely totally normal. One hand in his pocket, normal hat at a regular angle, dry as all the bones he's carrying. Of course, in his other hand, he has a tightly sealed ship-branded water bottle.
He is not showing up here after hanging out with Ava, no, what are you talking about?? Why would that be relevant in any way/shape/form???
Just like last time; he walks up, sets the water bottle on the edge of the desk, and then raps his fingers lightly against the wood.]
Hello again, Friday.
He is not showing up here after hanging out with Ava, no, what are you talking about?? Why would that be relevant in any way/shape/form???
Just like last time; he walks up, sets the water bottle on the edge of the desk, and then raps his fingers lightly against the wood.]
Hello again, Friday.
[CAPTAIN] that night, after the convo with friday + ava
light_mischief
2022-07-09 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Because he's got to make doubly sure he isn't affected by the stupid curse. secretly hyper-aware of all that moisture out there, man...
But he does arrive outside the bridge door, with a gift! Or, you know, a loaner he's returning. That's right, baby, heglossed over finally devoured your book about alchemizing God's love and he's here to return it like a proper gentleman.
He is also here to monopolize your honesty, but that's beside the point.
Same position as last time, just less angry about it!]
But he does arrive outside the bridge door, with a gift! Or, you know, a loaner he's returning. That's right, baby, he
He is also here to monopolize your honesty, but that's beside the point.
Same position as last time, just less angry about it!]
[the figure that appears next to the door, leaning slightly against it, is more shadow than man at the moment, patches of shifting black that aren't exactly the mind-breakers you'd find internally, but still give the feeling of being A Bit Wrong. illusions are effort; he's able to put forward about half of one.]
You remembered. You didn't knock.
You remembered. You didn't knock.
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