routemistress: (devil)
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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 And when she finds her bottle of emergency tequila has been replaced by three pouches of Capri Sun, she knows she's in enemy territory.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)
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[personal profile] the_executioner
[First Day]

Is anyone really surprised Anita got placed on the Clipper? The Nurse likely clapped their hands in giddy delight going 'ooh that one!' considering Anita's immediate derailment in the white room. She didn't much care for the word 'confiscated ' being applied to her like she's property. A few choice words were thrown right back, and the chair they gave her.

So here she is. The first thing she tries to do is remove the band on her wrist, and works at it hard enough, and long enough, to leave marks on her wrist. Then it's time to start looking for her people and a weapon.

Why doesn't she call them, you ask? It took her a year+ to figure out how the old Barge phone worked. Smart watches are way beyond her.

Find Anita anywhere on the Clipper that a Patient can access, snooping around. And possibly trying to break into places that are Assistant only.

[First Week]

Anita doesn't participate in morning sing-alongs, or the evening bedtime stories. If she's somehow made to be there, she sits as far back as possible, and staunchly avoids participation.

"This is the most reductive crud I've ever seen."
citizendetective: (when did I become‚ like‚ a weird liar?)
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[network; audio; immediately after arrival; being a cliquey bitch in front of god and country]

Hello - roll call, please! The Authority wouldn't tell me anything; did we all make it? Did we all get chosen by the same ship? Pagan--

[Her voice quivers a little when she says her warden's name, and so she makes herself stop and breathe for a second or two, until she can sound smooth and airy and cheerful again.]

I'm an assistant now, so if you need anything - favors or perks, or, um, requests - I have clout! I think it goes without saying that we should all stick together as much as possible.

[actionspam; first few days after arrival]

[Misty's feelings about all this are deeply ambivalent, to say the least. On the one hand, she has no real attachment or loyalty to the Barge as an institution, and her prospects as a Clipper assistant seem much better than her prospects as a Barge inmate had been: all she has to do is graduate a patient and keep them on the straight and narrow for three months, and she can go home! And that should be the most important thing.

But on the other hand, there are people that she worries about; people that, already, she misses desperately and can't stand being universes away from, without any warning. Even beyond them, there are people that she thinks and wonders about - far more than she would have expected. The Barge residents hadn't been her team, but they'd been something, and to have all that ripped away throws her off-kilter.

So, naturally, she backslides immediately, making herself feel better by indulging in her worst habits of light stalking and petty power-plays. She patrols the circular hallways, keeping an eye on patients, enjoying the feeling of having power that she can use however she'd like. During at least the first few days, she participates fully in the morning and evening group meetings, and makes careful mental notes of who does and doesn't do the same. She'll dole out kindnesses and favors to those who treat her well, she decides, and to those who don't... well. She'll just have to see.

She spends quite a lot of time ensconced in the assistants-only treehouse, where she uses the binoculars to spy on people for hours on end: sometimes aimlessly looking around the whole visible space, and other times picking a person at random, dedicatedly following them until they exit the panopticon area and leave her sight. And when stalking people who are mostly strangers stops being enough, she retreats to her cabin, where she watches her saved security camera footage of Natalie, Shauna, and Taissa, thinks about how she doesn't even have a photo of Pagan, and - in private, out of the public eye - allows herself to cry.

She always carefully cleans her face and puts on eye makeup before leaving her cabin, wiping away tear tracks and concealing any puffiness. But whenever she spots anyone that she recognizes from the Barge, her public facade drops a little.]


Oh, my god--

[She'll say as she rushes over to them, uncertainty and anxiety clear on her face.]

You're here! This is crazy, right?
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audio, public

[ There is a lot of loud teenage yelling in the bracelet. ]

This is some baloney! Gramps! Hey, Gramps, Crozier, where the mess are you? Ya gotta get me to him, you sanctimonious Nurse jerk, he's sick! He ain't doing well and someone's gotta look out for him. Tell me where he is or I'll break your kneecaps!

spam

[ Understandably, telling someone that you'll break their kneecaps gets you sent to the naughty room. Kyoko is speedrunning getting in trouble as not even two hours into her stay on the Clipper, she's sent to a padded room in Sick Bay. Anyone visiting can hear faint yelling from inside of one of the rooms and actual yelling should they go inside to see what's what.

Later, she can be found skulking around the ship, glaring at everybody and shaking down anybody from the Barge to try and get information. Crozier isn't here. And in Kyoko's mind, that's not going to stand.
]
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[AUDIO; PUBLIC]
[Steve's not familiar with the wristband that's apparently locked onto his wrist, but pressing the button pulls up an interface that he spends just enough time to figure out to get out a short audio message:]

B? B, are you here?

They said —

[The last two words are quieter, and then he's fumbled the device off.]

[SPAM; OTA]
[No sooner has Steve sent out his message than he's pulling the curtain at the front of the tiny cabin aside. It takes him a minute to, well, take in the new ship — but then he starts searching for B, not really willing to sit and wait for a reply over the network.

He can tell immediately that the serum is gone. Not so gone that he's small again, but he's spent enough time in this still-big body without any powers that he knows what it feels like. Between that and the fact that his shield is gone, he has a not-so-slowly sinking feeling in his stomach.

But it doesn't matter. What matters is finding B. If he's here. The Authority said they'd try. They said they'd do their best. And he said he was willing to stay in the system until they could get back to him, because they had seemed sorry they couldn't debrief him immediately and he'd wanted to prove he was helpful. Prove he trusted them.

He suddenly feels very foolish. And there are the stirrings of something very much like desperate anger sparking up inside him, just under that pit that's opened up in his guts.

Immediately after the "transfer," Steve is tearing through the ship, level by level, looking for B. But he'll stop for anyone he recognizes from the Barge. He tries to get into the Assistant-locked staircase and, when he realizes he can't, will ask passersby for entry if they seem like they might help him. He is clearly an agitated, unsupervised Patient.

Later, after he's found B, he's… calmer is mostly the appropriate word for it. He makes another round of the ship, less frantic this time, inspecting every corner of the Common Area, pulling books out of bookcases to flip through them, poking at the furniture's rounded corners, sticking his head into the Bathhouse. He even goes through the Sick Ward (or what parts of it an unaccompanied Patient might be able to access), though he clearly doesn't like the look of what he can see.

He still doesn't look happy, exactly, but the wildness has bled out of his eyes.]
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[Video]

[Guess who's an Assistant again! Well, Mikodez 'graduated' (again) a while ago, but he doesn't see a point in making an announcement. He'd forgotten to say anything the first time, and no reason not to stick to tradition.

He grins, not quite rocking back and forth on his heels.]


Video game tournament starts at three! Be there - or have your name go down on a secondary bracket!

[Spam]

[Mikodez has, as his teachers back home said, a lively personality. The note that he likes to keep active is sometimes underlined. This isn't just a physical thing. He can spend long periods of time focused on a book or playing a game or involved in an interesting conversation. It's just that it's not always easy to find something 'interesting'.

He enjoys singalong (which he's terrible at) and storytime (which he mostly keeps on track), and between the two tends to spend his time bouncing from one activity to another. Playing games, cooking - as long as someone's there to stop him from wandering off part way through, doing his best to drift in the pool while trying to think up hobbies that don't hit up against the Nurse's restrictions...

Usually how long it takes before he's demoted back to being a Patient depends on how long he can fake sleeping at night.]

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