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[midnightroads]

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[ring_for_giles]

(ooc note, about an hour after this)

Bash

There's something I should tell you, but I'm not sure that you'll like it.

Giles

It's a risk. Ohhh boy is it a risk. But that's why he's sending a text first.

[midnightroads]

Are you hurt?

Look, this is a reasonable first question, given the knowledge Bash has.

What happened? What do you need to tell me?

[ring_for_giles]

Yes, but it's not as bad as it could be. I'll be fine.

I, hmm, you remember I said Ossie was acting strangely?
That was
That was a lie

text

[theotherright]

At some point, Bash and Arthur have a conversation about possession. At some point after that, whenever is convenient in Bash's personal timeline, Arthur's door gets written on in blood. It's from his cabin, just inside that bloodied door, that he sends a carefully dictated text.

– it's Arthur I think there might be more than one person possessed I don't know who but a message was written in blood on my door and if I'm reading it correctly it seems to apply more than one a God of of you have you seen Crichton he's not replied let me know when you get this let me know you're safe when you get this

He isn't as panicked as speech-to-text makes him sound, but he's not exactly chilled out either.

[midnightroads]

im safe enuff. got into a tussel with whoevers wearing jeffs face.

he killed cryton. hes down in the morgh now. when cryton is alive agan i need to talk to him.

its beena helluvafucking day.

Text, 9:19 AM Oct 16th

[crushed_pearls]

Erin here. Got sleep and food. In hindsight was acting very distressing. Not sorry for threatening the vermin but I sincerely apologize for making your life worse and putting you in that position. Was not living up to the person I want to be. Not currently available to meet due to standing obligations to endangered passengers but willing to talk when crisis resolves. Further apologies for failing the Turing test in this message.

[midnightroads]

wat is the turing test?

siriosly, eli5 with me i don't do good with all the fancy talk. anyway giles did leev at sunup so whatev you wanna do is your bisnis now.

Brief Text, After The Bridge Visit

[crushed_pearls]

Remember when I said the past is a nightmare over the present? Correction. Also a comedy. Friday gave me a change purse filled with an infinite supply of two nickels. I invite you to laugh at this because I sure am.

[midnightroads]

must be christmas. i also got some prezzies. when things settel down there will be a big fucking coffee tasting.

[text]

[ss_buttcrack]

Arthur and I finally talked.

How are you doing?

[midnightroads]

wat no dish! u cant just go sayin things like that and not dish!

A BOY

[cacophonish]

hey are you free?
can i come over
i've got markers

[midnightroads]

1. yes
2. were something that makes u feel pretty

in person

[ring_for_giles]

Giles still uses the cabin as a convenient entry and exit to the cottage, so it's only a matter of time before he notices Bash is spending rather more time in there than usual. Even if that weren't the case, the fear he can feel radiating even from outside the door would be more than enough to cause concern.

He knocks gently on the door rather than let himself in immediately, but if there's no response for more than a few minutes he'll come in whether he's wanted or not.

[midnightroads]

When Giles lets himself in, Bash is in bed curled up on his side facing the wall, pretending to sleep but doing no such thing. Still, silent, stuck, the emotion radiating from him in waves as his thoughts run like a model train on a circular track, chugging along under their own power fast enough to make a whirlpool in the air above him.

He's been like this for a while now.

action at some unspecified time

[cacophonish]

Jeff doesn't know what's going on. All he knows is Bash hasn't answered his texts, and he hasn't answered the door, and he can't find him, and he's trying to be chill and not clingy and annoying, but he can't be, because what if Bash is gone or--

--or what if he's just had enough of him?

It's a day or so before the excursion now, and Jeff can be found sitting in the hallway, just outside of Bash's cabin. He's strumming a guitar, one that isn't his, an old acoustic that had been gathering dust in Bellona, probably belonging to someone who's nothing now, and he tries not to think about it as he plays something sweet and slow, and sings a song that he hopes will draw Bash out.

Or at least make him smile, whatever he's doing.

(Or make him... not want to give up on Jeff, even if all the voices of self loathing and self doubt swirling around his head are correct...)

[midnightroads]

Bash opens the door. He clearly hasn't showered or brushed his hair or changed his clothes in days.

(He hasn't given up on Jeff, he's given up on himself.)

He stares at Jeff for a long moment, lips parted as if he might speak, but no words come. His dark eyes are empty, cold, no light in them at all.

delivery.

[thefreak]

[ at some point on the evening of december 24th eddie pushes a small folded slip of paper under bash's door. unfolded, it depicts a watercolor painting of bash dressed in cleric's robes with the caption:

level 16 human cleric.

along with a note that is written on the back of the drawing, in eddie's messy scrawl: ]

bash,
let me start by saying you give one hell of a pep talk.
and if you're ever interested in writing your own stories, i might be able to help with that. until then, though, here's just a little reminder that your story isn't finished yet, so make it the best one you can.
merry christmas,
-em

[post-excursion]

[broshaw]

[while Friday is taking care of the hard work of resurrecting bodies, Pratt and Sharky have taken on the responsibility of being the Welcome Back Wagon.

so when Bash opens the door, he'll find a happy, excursion-themed gift basket. there's a variety of treats and memorabilia, including an extremely tasteful sign, two packets of temporary tattoos, and some other odds and ends from the gift stores at the lodge that are entirely up to you to pick out. there's also a note that reads, "GET ALIVE SOON!" signed by Pratt and Sharky themselves.

welcome home!]

Texts - mid month after his conversation with Sharky

[busball]

weird question

can you tell if someone’s being haunted? can we even be haunted here?

if not, then i’m potentially cursed. or the ship hates me.

[midnightroads]

i can tell. i just need to c u in person.

where do u wanna meet up?

backdated to some vague and nebulous time!

[cacophonish]

For the most part, Jeff's been keeping his opossum life and his human life fairly separate. He usually doesn't even talk when he's a critter, usually just lets the possum brain take over and act as weird and feral as his whims take him. So, you know, most people have no idea that the little creature is even Jeff at all.

But he's not always great at controlling the transformation. Sometimes, possum time just happens, like when he's very stressed, very anxious, very scared, or-- like right now-- very relaxed.

Good morning, Bash. Where Jeff was sleeping, curled up against you, there is now a little grey marsupial, tucked in your arms.

[midnightroads]

"Holy fuck, you're not a stuffed animal," he says, as if that might be news to the animal in his arms. But there's no fear or panic or disgust. Bash is just gonna pet the little guy as he does the waking up thing, because shit, either this is Jeff or there's a random opossum in his bed, and he's not sure he wants to know which until he's actually awake.

Carnival weekend

[not_the_last]

The day of the pet costume contest, Cassandra's going to try and find Bash, either at the carnival or back on the ship.

If all else fails, she's planning to knock at his door.

[midnightroads]

Bash is in Tauva, smoking a cigar when Cassandra comes across him. And there's shapes in the smoke like ghostly images, skulls and flames and a devil's tail. But when he notices he's not alone, the smoke becomes just smoke again, and he fixes her with a long, quiet look.

"Am I in your way, sweetheart? I can find somewhere else to be."

From the thickness in the air, this is not the first cigar he's smoked since returning to the ship. Thick Haitian cigars, ash in a small pile in the tray on his table.