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[Text]

I confess that, as restful and lovely as this place is, I find myself melancholy at times. I miss people I once knew. I miss experiences I once had. I'm not alone in this, am I?

[Spam]

Having put out feelers, Blanky waits for people to come to him. He'll spend some time around the tree, as well as in other common areas, putting out what he hopes is an inviting aura. He's grown increasingly restless on the Clipper. He wants to change things. He hopes he has help.

dog_lover

[ She looks directly at the camera, smiling faintly even if it doesn't reach her eyes. Those eyes are... something else, bright gold, with red circles within that almost seem like they swirl as you look at them, drawing you in. ]

Hello. My name is Makima.

I'm here to help.

Anyone who has issues in controlling themselves. Or controlling their temper. Controlling their sadness. Anyone who's afraid of being overwhelmed or hurt, who doesn't know what to do. Anyone who just wants someone to make things simple and peaceful and easy...

We should talk.

[ Makima can be found in all sorts of places. After all, she doesn't need to be in the treehouse to look down at everyone, to watch over everyone. She sometimes is, because it's a nice view, but just as often, she's in the main common room, smiling sweetly and looking out for any trouble. She wanders into the sick ward just as often to see if there's anyone who might want to make a deal with her there, but she doesn't linger.

When she's not 'working', she'll be found in her room, staring (seemingly) at nothing at all. She's still smiling then, always smiling, but there's something missing in her eyes. That's why she makes sure she's behind a door before she does it.

So she doesn't bring down the mood. ]

[ ooc: Makima is the devil of control and can do all sorts of things with people's minds and memories. She'd be more than happy to erase all your sadness so you can be happy enough to leave. How's that for a way out? ]

wildguardian

[He settles himself on a sofa in a corner of the common area, along the very base of the tree, and lifts his wrist to a comfortable level to smile at the camera. He's done this before. It's performative as fuck, and he doesn't enjoy it, but it's past time that he got over his sulk and started getting people motivated here.]

Good morning, Clipper! Some of you I know and some of you are strangers, but we can welcome one more lovely day on this new boat together regardless. To the strangers: Zhao Yunlan! Formerly of the Barge, and even more formerly of Dragon City's Special Investigations Department.

I thought I'd take this opportunity to talk to all of you about happiness. Peace. Indeed, justice itself -- because I'm sorry to say I think our dear Nurse's head is not in the right place on those topics, and we could all get some better results with just a little change of perspective.

Anger, you see, is the natural response to injustice! Think back to the last time in your life you got real peeved -- what caused that emotion? I bet you were thinking, That's just wrong, or You can't treat me like that, or How could you do that?

It's a powerful feeling, and don't get me wrong, it sure as heck can be misdirected and cause some real harm in the world.

But the true cure for anger is to gather the strength to go after injustice. Not listening to happy music and putting on a smile. You know it as well as I do! Don't you feel that anger lingering in your heart as long as the wrong goes unfixed?

[He grins at the camera, sharp.]

Who ever repaired a wrong just by saying they were fine?

[And with a grand gesture of his free hand:]

I open the discussion! How do we make a better world? How can we improve this good ship?

Spam

[Zhao Yunlan spends most of his first week either moping in his room or moping generally around the ship. He'll participate in his assigned shifts, but he's hopeless in the kitchen and hopeless at custodial work, outside of the truly unskilled tasks like emptying garbage cans and hauling buckets of soapy water.

Once he's gotten his week of uselessness out of his system, he's choosing to become aggressively involved. Expect him to plop down next to you on the couch and strike up a conversation, Barge transfers and Clipper natives alike. He'll volunteer to tell stories at storytime, and launch into tales of war or murder investigations past if he's able to take the mic. He'll... be stuck washing dishes on every kitchen shift, because he doesn't seem to have the least idea of which flavors can safely go together and which ones will create a heart-rending abomination of a dish.

Sometimes, after the evening storytime but before it's late enough to sleep, he can be found leaning on the railing and staring up at the treehouse and the useless, opaque ceiling above it, lollipop stem jutting aggressively from his lips, expression very far away.]

dragonwithagirltattoo

[Spam]

Hi, new people. I'm Louise Belcher.

You might be saying to yourselves, why the H-E-double hockey sticks is there a kid here talking to me? Isn't it wrong, cruel, perhaps, to lock up a child and force her to sing and read stories?

Shh, well. I didn't say it. I can't say it. Because I don't have a way to keep messages private or anything.

The other Assisstants are gonna say this place is great. That there's nothing to worry about if we all just shut up and get along. Which we all know is bullshirt.

Anyway. If you want to know what this place is really like, come find me. I'll give you the shiiiituation.

Whoops! Sorry. Speech impediment. You know how kids are.

[Spam]

Even if no one replies to Louise, she'll be poking her head in to look for some of the unhappy Barge folk. She's particularly targeting Patients who look big or mean or could really do some damage on their own. She's busting out and she wants your help.

lonelinessloop

WHO: EVERYONE!
WHAT: a welcome party for the new arrivals, with pizza and milkshakes and snacks and candy, dancing games and video games and a big banner that says 'WELCOME!' and music and balloons for everyone!
WHERE: main common room
WHEN: beginning of August
NOTES/WARNINGs: None so far. Party thread!

The main common room has been transformed into party central!!!

There's streamers and balloons and tons of fun and games. Haruka, Luigi, and Duck have made sure that there's a little something for everyone.

( Read more... )

insinceresmile

[Video]

[Long term residents of the Clipper might have a few suspicions about what this video might be about when it opens on Hua Cheng's bright smile.]

Good afternoon, friends new and old!

I'm happy to announce that we just happen to be coming up on a festival from back home, and I thought we could have fun celebrating that, and our new friends, all at once! We can cook up some special desserts and decorate some masks and maybe make a few lanterns.

Something for everyone!

[There have been people who've remarked that Hua Cheng's god appears to have a large number of festivals. Hua Cheng smilingly agrees that it's just one of many impressive qualities.]

[Spam]

[Hua Cheng has a party to smilingly set up, with definitely no bullying of people into going along with it. The new people are just new people who can... learn about different traditions in a casual way that is not at all proselytizing in any fashion.

Also a chance for him to share some fun stories at story time, even if some of the violence is toned down, the actual fights aren't the most important part.

Still, he does have other responsibilities, even if this is one of the ones he considers most important. He keeps his eye out for trouble, sensitive soul that he is. He's there to help! And, on occasion, to pop into people's dreams where he can offer some constructive comments about what can happen to people who get in his way.]

pomme_de_sang

[Video]

[The video that comes up looks...off, somehow. The subject seems normal enough: human male, with spiky blond hair and eyes the color of a clear summer sky. And grinning.]

[It takes a moment to realize that, while the video comes through right-side up, the spikiness of the hair is more from the fact that his head is hanging off the seat of a couch with his legs up over the back.]

Good morning, campers!

And for those of you who have just arrived? Welcome to the Clipper! We have fun and games!

[And if anybody is wondering if that's a reference? The fact that he hums a riff of Welcome to the Jungle by Guns 'n' Roses will clear that up. Well, if they recognize the song, at least.]

[The picture goes fuzzy for a moment as Jason does a somersault from the couch, landing in a crouch and shaking his head.]

Whoo, headrush.

Anyway. My name is Jason Schuyler. [Pronounced 'Skyler', because Dutch.] I'm one of the Assistants here on the Clipper, though I haven't been here for THAT much longer than you newbies.

I run a dance class most days in the Common Room, so feel free to drop in and participate. I subscribe to the Elle Woods school of happiness: exercise gives you endorphins, and endorphins make you happy.

[Ignore that the rest of that quote is about happy people not shooting their husbands. He knows THAT part is a lie.]

I also, occasionally, turn into a wolf. That's entirely under my control, so if you decide you need something to pet, give me a little bit of warning. It takes some time and I'm kinda stuck that way for about six hours or so afterward. But I'm happy to do so to help the general happiness quotient.

And even without that, I've been told I'm a good ear if anybody has something they need to get off their chest. Just come and find me.

[Spam - OTA]

[Those looking for Jason will mostly find him in the Common Room, either lounging on one of the couches or sometimes playing one of the VERY G-rated video games. Or dancing.]

[Assistants can sometimes find him in the Treehouse. Usually listening to music while keeping an eye on things.]

quixotically

Um... Hey everybody! This is -- I wanna talk especially to all the new people here, the ones who came from that other ship. [This is a friendly smile, but a nervous one.] My name's Elle, Elle Days. I've been here for, uh, a while. Yeah. I'm not an Assistant right now, but I've been one before. Uh... More than once. So -- I know how hard can be, to find your path to... happiness. The kind of happiness the Nurse is trying to get everyone to.

But -- I want to try to help. I... haven't been through what you guys are going through right now, but I know what it's like to... lose people. [She has been fidgeting through the whole video, fingers tugging at themselves and dancing over her knuckles, but here, for a brief moment here, they stall out. When they start back up, that fidgeting is noticably faster.] Um. So. I thought -- It might help to... make a list. Of all the people you're looking for, the ones you want to know what happened to them, where they went. And I thought maybe I could be the one to put it together? And then we could ask the Nurse.

It... I dunno what kind of answers we'd get, but it's worth trying, right?

Um. So, yeah, this is like, a weird kind of roll call I guess? [Elle laughs a little.] And I know people have offered to answer questions and help with adjusting and stuff, but, uh, I'll toss my hat into that ring, too, while I'm at it.

[ooc: this is courier six from fallout: new vegas! brief info can be found here~]

qingofcats

Who: Da Qing and YOU
Where: All around the Clipper, especially the tree and the catwalks
When: throughout the month
Warnings: none atm, will add any if they come up

Da Qing has yo-yoed from Assistant to Patient a good few times already in the time he's been here--he's a very cute kitty, after all, but he's also cynical, snarky, mouthy, and prone to clawing up people who irritate him. Which means he never manages to stay an assistant for very long. Honestly... he's not happy here? But he's not happy at home either, and it's not such a bad life. At least he doesn't have to see Zhang Shi walking around wearing Zhao Yunlan's body like a badly fitting suit, with all the mannerisms and expressions that made Zhao Yunlan himself, and Da Qing's master and best friend, gone or badly parroted. Or go home to Lin Jing living in the apartment that he and Zhao Yunlan had shared for so long, knowing he and his mess and laziness, or Shen laoshi and his neatness and good cooking, will never be there again.

So maybe this is kind of like living in some saccharine children's show half the time, and a rabid free for all some other part of the time, but at least it's away from that. And the food's not bad, even if there's never quite enough fish. The food at home hadn't seemed like anything special without lao Li's dried fish or Shen Laoshi's exquisite cooking anyway.

None of that, of course, means he has to be nice, or well behaved... which is a big part of why he keeps bouncing back to being a Patient every time he 'graduates'. (Graduates, what a joke. He's the ten thousand year old King of Cats, and he's never graduated from anything and never needed to before this.)

He shows up at the morning singalongs just because it's an excuse to sing the song of his people at the top of his lungs and drive everyone, especially the Assistants who take it seriously, up a wall, and no one can say he isn't trying or being 'well behaved', at least at this. He's singing, isn't he?

He naps in various spots (and positions) on the great tree, as well as the catwalks and the garishly colored furniture... and in other peoples' rooms. And on other people if they sit still long enough and he either likes them or wants to irritate them (and knows they won't do something awful to him in retaliation).

He offers running commentary on other peoples' activities, no matter where they are or what they're doing, usually snarky. And loud.

And at meal times he has to (annoyingly. The WORST part of being stuck in this form is NO THUMBS, though otherwise he'd rather this than stuck on two-legs) prevail upon someone else to carry his food to a table... and then more than likely harass them for some of theirs, or simply make the rounds begging, quietly or loudly, from anyone who has something that looks interesting, or looks like they could use some harassment (either because they're an asshole or because they're not and maybe need some company). (Fork he hates that he can't even swear in his head. Or even in cat.)

And speaking of cat, he's also known to occasionally perch on the rails, or a branch of the tree, and caterwaul at the top of his lungs, running through every curse word he knows in every language he knows (which is quite a few, now that he has his memories back. He's been alive for ten thousand years of Chinese history, after all, and even if almost everything between his youth and the present is still blurry and indistinct, because Yashouren minds aren't meant to hold thousands of years of memory, he does remember bits and pieces of a lot of languages) and then yowling about how there's not a single language that the Nurse doesn't censor curse words in. And since he can't curse in any language, he rotates through an assortment of, more or less creative, insults--he's currently partial to 'stupid monkey humper' or telling people they look like the wrong end of a baboon. (And that's just almost as frequent for people he actually likes.)

[For Zhao Yunlan]

The clumsy Taylor person with the butterfly whiskers told him his stupid, thoughtless, self-sacrificing, neglectful, suicidal idiot of a Master is here somewhere, and Da Qing is going to find him. Now. And then he's going to rip his face off. And then he's going to never let him out of his sight again. Which is why he's currently running up the stairs to the catwalks above where she'd said she'd last seen him, yowling at the top of his lungs. "Zhao Yunlan! ZHAO YUNLAN! WHERE ARE YOU YOU MONKEY-FACED PIECE OF STINKY TOFU!" (Tofu is a complete waste of time and energy to fake being food, it's the worst insult he can think of right now, all right?!)

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.

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)

stressingwitchface

[Video]
[Here is Kiki, fiddling with an Assistant's wristband as she addresses the crew of the Clipper]

Hello, miscreants.

My name is Kikimora. I am a new Assistant here, at the behest of the esteemed Nurse. She has graciously allowed me to take a position of relative power and responsibility here. I take such things very seriously. And so I trust we won't have any issues.

Any problems will be dealt with swiftly and with...mercy.

Yes. That's right, that's the word I was looking for.

Thank you for having me here.

[Spam]

[Kikimora quickly gains a reputation for being one of the most wearable-happy assistants around. She is intense in her fanatical devotion to the Nurse, pleased she was able to prove herself enough and lives in dreaded fear of demotion.

As such, she is in attendance at every single mandatory sing-along and story-time, although she's a little confused about familiar stories and will pretend like she's singing - she hides her mouth for the most part. It's half an act for her, and half real: anyone who tries to convince her to help them out will be subject for immediate freezing and removal to the Sick Ward.

She loves the Treehouse and spends time there, spying on others. And she treats her fellow Assistants with barely masked contempt, straining to show she alone can be the Best Assistant there can be]

ragsnbone

voice;
[ He sounds slightly familiar to a couple people, but there's a shaky quality to it as if he is trying to cover up something and being extra perky in his attempt. ]

Sorry don't mean to make a mess of things. I dropped the tray again.

[ spam ]

[ He really isn't around much even during the mandatory times, he's the guy wrapped in a blanket looking like he is ready to either die or fall face first to the ground and then die. He's got a pale, sickly look under his tan, and his eyes are mostly glazed when they do not go just pure milky white. He looks 100000000000% ready to just toss himself on the nearest sharp object when he isn't muttering in Thai or some kind of weird hissing language, and getting him to sing just has him coughing. A lot.

When he does manage to move, he walks as if he isn't seeing anything around him, and there's moments when he just sways like he's on a ship at sea before giving a shake of his head and smiling. Often he can be found in the infirmary where he can at least get some pediatric drinks for when he can't eat anything else. But he is mostly a mess, shivering in corners and running into people, which he is sorry to do and will try his best to apologize. ]

neverwaitslong

Who: Ulla & open
When: Early August
Where: around the Clipper
Warnings: Anger, possible ineffectual violence
What: Furious mermaid is not settling in well

Being captured all over again was bad enough.

But then there's this, her power stripped from her, stuffed into a body that used to be hers but doesn't feel like home anymore. A body even more ill-suited for being trapped in the confines of a ship than her eel tail was. At least that let her slither. Slow and unwieldy, but not impossible. Now, she'd flop on the deck like a caught fish.

The beautiful silver scales on the fish tail she grew up with are a reminder of all that she lost, and she hates it.

"Warren!" she yells. Because if he's here, it would at least be some consolation. He has to be here.

--

Eventually, Ulla figures out that the ridiculous ostentatious open seashell is meant for her, as a form of transportation. It feels like a mockery of a throne, an absurdity. She misses the fishbowl Warren got her. She misses her old cabin, with the comforting weight of water pressed around her. She misses Warren. And she's furious all the time.

All of the songs she sings are angry, impotent things that would tear the ship apart if she could put any real power behind them. She composes spells of destruction, and wishes they were more than an intellectual exercise.

[For Nanny Ogg]

Ulla glares daggers at her new warden. Or assistant, or whatever they're calling themselves here. "I've already had a warden for two years. You aren't him."

skitter

((All of Taylor's posts this month will be cw: bugs and emetophobia))

The small white room was bad. And Taylor knew she should have kept her head and kept calm, made herself sound reasonable. But almost all the swarm was gone, and so was the link to the twins, and she was disgustingly alone in her own head and the room was so small. And then the Authority had refused to tell her how to reunite with Dad, with Hunter, with Shen ge or anyone at all, and she had said things. Screamed things.

At least the door to her room here is open, can't be closed. But the swarm situation is... worse. The bugs aren't all gone, she can feel some around her, little grounding points of orientation and senses. But there aren't enough, and and the ones she can feel, she can't control. Like limbs half-asleep, wandering around in and out of her painfully contracted range on their own.

Like her first day on the Barge, but so much worse.

She doesn't give herself any time to acclimatize. She has to find people. She staggers out of her room, never quite able to trust where she thinks the floor is or how far away the wall is, but that's not going to stop her.

Week 1

She's a frequent visitor to the Sick Ward at first, for various reasons. The over-the-counter-strength anti-emetics they give her help a little. The stairs up to her Floor 4 cabin don't, though at least the padding means she hasn't broken anything.

Then Norton's request comes through in a sizable explosion of butterflies, and life gets a lot easier for Taylor. She traps a few dozen before they can disperse through the ship, carrying them with her, and plans her day around staying within range of the large majority. During the morning, that's upper decks, sitting in the glassed-in walkways outside the cabins. Later in the day, she can move to the main common room. She sleeps there, sometimes, so long as there's someone familiar present.

((Further weeks to be added))

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."

worthallthis

Who: B and OTA
Where: Various, see prompts
When: First half of August
Warnings: PTSD reactions, some disassociation

( The soft edges make it worse. )

mrballisticsdummy

[Anyone who's met Jacobi for more than fifteen seconds would be forgiven in thinking that this isn't Jacobi. This isn't the same man who packed explosives gleefully while being a sarcastic brat all at the same time. But Jacobi knows this. He knows what this is. So he's cheerful in a way that he had to once be literally programmed into.]

Hey guys! This isn't so bad, right? We're definitely going to be alright, aren't we? I mean! At least we have some food and water and a place to sleep! That's progress and something we can look forward to! We just need to work together and keep our chins up, right?

[Spam]

[It's easy to play the part when he isn't actually with anyone else. But Jacobi is frayed at the edges, and he knows that this won't last. There's even a time when he wishes for the regulator again. The very thing that had taken his freedom from him. And those times are when he paces his room like a caged tiger.

And that room is as much his prison as he makes it. Jacobi doesn't leave his room except when forced to work or forced to sing or forced to be social. He will take visitors, but he won't be pleasant to be around. He knows he can't graduate that way, but it just feels so good to be angry. Especially at first.]

scarsolderthanyou

Who: Stone and OTA
Where: The common room, kitchen, and bathing room of the Clipper
When: First half of August
Warnings: Just a grouchy old man

Anyone who's seen Kethel will find some aspects of Stone familiar: he's not nearly as broad, but he is almost as tall, and his bare feet have the same slightly scaled look, his fingers the same claw-like nails. His teeth are also far too sharp for a human, an he moves with the same kind of predatory grace.

There the resemblance ends, though. Stone is lean, to the point of being kind of twiggy, and his weathered skin and shaggy hair are a pale ashy gray. One blue eye is clouded over, pupil impossible to make out under scar tissue, and he squints a lot like he has trouble seeing. He doesn't look old, exactly... but he definitely looks aged.

He ambles around the common areas boredly most of the day. He pokes at whatever is going on without much interest, but can be roped into tasks or play if anyone seems to want him involved because they actually want him and not because it's what you're "supposed" to do. Try to sweet-talk him without showing actual interest in him, and he growls, "Go away." Actually growls: the whole floor vibrates with it.

He hangs out around the kitchen munching on various food options for a lot longer than most people. He'll find somebody with a boring plate and drop something more interesting on it. "Try that," he says. "It's great."

He spends at least an hour a night soaking in the hot tubs in the communal bath, where he waves people over to join him if they want, and don't have issues hanging out with a naked, gray-skinned old man. "It's not hot enough," he says, gruff but not unfriendly, "but it's not bad, either. Best place on this pooping boat." He really hates the censors here.

And he sleeps... wherever he feels like. Very rarely in his actual room, but rather on sitting up on one of the benches in the common area, laying on one of the branches of the central tree (how did he get up there? nobody knows!), curled up behind a cupboard in the kitchen, or sprawled on the floor in an out of the way hall. One eye pops open when approached, but otherwise he doesn't move.

just7seconds

VIDEO

[Cloud is very reluctant, but also very... worried, to say the least. This isn't a place he recognizes, and there are far more new faces than he recalls being on the Barge. Everything feels completely wrong, and he was already dealing with distortion and confusion.

He's giving the camera a very sharp glare.]

Who the hec-... [Okay, no - what the frick is this shoot? UGH.] Where is this? ... Why is this?

[That just leaves the what, but he's fine with not getting that answer, just yet. Duck ALL of this, really.]

SPAM

[Otherwise, people are welcome to find him just about anywhere he has access to. Catch him trying to kick a door down - HELP him try to kick a door down, if that's more your thing.

Additionally, he might be trying to test the durability of the knives around here (by using other knives to sharpen it), in his efforts to get the stupid device off of his wrist. It... goes kind of badly, however, and he completely slices into the palm of his own hand. Given that his knife was still fairly dull in some places, it somehow hurts even more than it was ever meant to.]

Dang it- That's not what I was trying to say, darn-...! [AUGH] Screw it.

[He throws the butter knife at the wall. If someone happens to be walking by.... Whoops?]

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