I Knew This Was A Big Mistake

[routemistress]

Iris has been wound up like a spring for the anticipated disaster, and then when it happens it's such an anticlimax that she begins to be really afraid. Being trapped in a faceless Authority's anodyne waiting room is infinitely worse than - well, almost anything, and by the time she receives the Nurse's offer she accepts it nearly reflexively.

And then she comes to in a room that looks like they hired the Scorchies as interior decorators. Most of the carefully curated collection of stuff she had in her pockets is with her still, but her swords, knuckleduster and staser are all gone. And when she finds her bottle of emergency tequila has been replaced by three pouches of Capri Sun, she knows she's in enemy territory.

She eyes the ingredient list to see if there's enough juice in it for toilet wine, and then she hides them in her cabin and looks at the network.

[Video, Public]

'Ello all, Iris Wildthyme 'ere. If you're one of us, please check in?

If not, hi there, nice to meet you. What's it like 'ere?

[spam, OTA]

She starts off optimistically enough: a ship with a giant tree through its heart can't be all bad, right? But she climbs the tree and finds no sky, only a creepy guard tower disguised as a tree house. From there she works her way in a downwards spiral, investigating every door and common area, and by the time she reaches the base of the tree she's having a hard time keeping control of her wolf, which is making her want to gnaw her way out of one of the cartoon windows. Thanks Nurse, she hates it.

She turns up to the evening singalong and pulls everyone she can into a rousing rendition of Complete Control. What? She's smiling!


(Soundtrack)

Blue Jay Way

[everythinglost]

Who: Fitz & open
What: Getting the lay of the land
When: Early August
Where: around the Clipper
Warnings: tba if needed

Fitz is well aware that it says something about his lifestyle that the Clipper reminds him of several places he's ended up over the years. On the other hand, being chained in a dank basement would also remind him of many places he's been over the years, so he generally figures it's not worth thinking about. The familiarity isn't a good thing - and the lack of cigarettes, drinks or a fudging door just rub in a short list of what he hates about it. But it does stop any particular outbursts of anger. He's not resigned to it, so he keeps his cool.

For the most part, he goes through the motions of playing along. He slouches, half-asleep in the common room during singalong, wincing occasionally. He reads in an overly comfortable chair, trying not to roll his eyes too often at the content. He tries to find someone to sit with during meals, and even actually enjoys the bathhouse. But, while he usually can't muster up actual cheer, there is a certain focus under the surface, which can be rare to see in him.

He's also doing his best to keep an eye on his friends, to see how they're handling it all. After all, part of 'familiar' also means knowing how much it sucks to play along - and some of the consequences to failing to play the part.