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[theweakhavepurpose]

INBOX This is... this is Deputy Pratt of the Hope County sheriff's department... art credit code credit

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[text] like THE LAST DAY of july

[broshaw]

dude
the water was magic this whole month and NOBODY TOLD ME

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Sharky it is like.. 4 am. ]

if this is some elaborate way 2 tell me u got laid again can't you just 🍆💦 like a normal person?

[Text] At some point after the party.

[draughtsman]

So, how open is your schedule?

Asking for me.

;)

[theweakhavepurpose]

as open as you want it to be

im in the arcade but was just gonna go grab coffee.

[text] after texting giles (after the diner disaster)

[broshaw]

dude i fucked up
i chris nelsoned ossie

[theweakhavepurpose]

😱⛔🎩🤵👬💔🏠💣

[text] the morning after the beach!!!!

[broshaw]

[literally as he's sitting across from Giles]

heyyyyyyyyyyyyy buddy
wats up how u doin

[theweakhavepurpose]

im not talking about this if your naked in bed with him right now

evening of the 11th

[stairwellshadow]

[ Late in the evening, a piece of black paper is slid under Pratt's door. There's no words or signature on it, but there is a crude drawing of a gallows and several blanks in a row: ]



[ Perhaps it's time to play a game. ]

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Sweet! He's terrible at these things!]

Uh. Okay. You're on.

[Give him a minute to find a pen or something amidst all of Caitlyn's stuff. And then:]

T

[Shoves it back under the door, sitting down nearby to see if he can hear anyone breathing.]

[text] Oct 31, 11:59pm

[broshaw]

ok ok ok so crds n the table
i rly wanted u 2 b @ the party so u culd give jason (voorhees not mendoza if they ask) a sik ass body
i think hed relly like bein u yk? u got a lot in comn
hed like the smarter brain 2 i bet
ugh
neway

1 of 2 things abt 2 happen up here either were gona get our frinds bck n sorta
dump urs in2 nothing
or were gona all die bc uh u guis cant b such big pussies ud roll ovr for us
rite

look
u guis r rly nice
makes me feel bad were gonna do this
but i told u i got my blood bros in there n im not lievn nate or skwis or toki or evn fukn mf in there 4 anthr nite
not wo me
so either ima die n go back 2 nothin w them wich is gay but kinda sweet 2
or im gona live n ur gonna wanna hide bc there gonna really wanna turn u into jason
or whever ud get
its kinda random
ne way

if i dont make it shrky this is me the guy who possessed u 4 a month
i didnt do nothin werid 2 it
well
i mean u should thnk me 4 the beard u look waaaaaaaaaaaay better w/o it
i mena i do
ugh
neway u got natural rhtym pick up a fukin guitar or sumthin pussy

ok thats it sry prat see u in 20... redy or not here i come

Re: [text] Oct 31, 11:59pm

[theweakhavepurpose]

jason voorhees? the actual jason voorhees?
1. thats kinda cool
2. fuck you for tossing me into nothing? dude what the hell.
i didnt even kill you or nothing

also extremely bad idea to put anyone in my body
i woulda GIVEN it to you if it saved sharky
but
do u wanna find out first hand why im always hungry?
ur friends arent coming back from that
you dont know and sharky dont either how much fucking effort it takes for me to be
me
lucid
awake

you put someone in my body and youre going to regret it
they wont stay them for long
youll lose your friends twice

come and find me
youll see

Only you.

[text] nov 1

[broshaw]

[Morning comes, and Sharky eventually wakes up in his own bed. There's no screaming or crying or, you know, a big old panic. First, there's just the surreal sight of a familiar ceiling, and the party light hanging overhead. There's the ambient hum of the ship, of the ocean outside, of people in the hallway -- distant screaming, which should alarm him, should trigger some kind of response other than just dumb staring.

And then he forgets to remember to breathe for a half-second and swallows a frankly stupid amount of drool. Somehow, choking on his own basic metabolic processes is enough to kickstart the panic that he last remembers having, lying at the foot of a staircase with his neck at a not awesome angle and he died, but nobody told him it was like that, nobody said anything about --

Okay, hyperventilating, cool, cool, awesome, choking on spit mid-panic attack, super great. Sharky flails into a sitting position, nearly throws up on the carpet, then staggers into the bathroom to throw up there. It's just bile and spit, but it usually makes him feel better.

It... doesn't work? For some reason. Because this isn't a hangover. It just leaves him shaky and freaking out in the bathroom instead of the bed.

It's a full five minutes before he realizes he has his phone wedged in the pocket of his too-tight jeans. His whole outfit screams "eighties rager," not "disco inferno." He's trying not to freak the fuck out about that on top of everything else, but that proves impossible when he sees that the last thing Pratt texted him(??) are the words Only you. What happened. What happened. What happened --

Somewhere during all of that, he manages to send Pratt one word.]

help

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Pratt didn't go back to his cabin after the party, he didn't want to deal with his apparent new roommate, he wasn't going to be able to sleep, and he'd been holed up in there so long that he was starting to feel like he did back at the Wolf Den. Catatonic and detached.

Though that's not at all because of the lack of scenery change no matter what he tells himself.

He's sitting in the buffet, not eating, doesn't even have a plate of food. Simply sitting there staring at the table top without seeing it. The same pose he's been in since he carried Sharky's body down to the morgue and then been chased out of there by Friday. In that time he's been rotating the same thoughts around in circles, about what he'd do if it was Pickles that came back instead of Sharky. How he could be sure if it was Sharky. Going over and over what he should have done. What he should have said. How he was too weak to stop this.

His phone buzzes and for the first time in hours he actually feels something. Sudden hope that it'll be Sharky, followed by crushing despair in the pit of his stomach that it won't be.]

omw
stay in your room
ill be there

[Pratt darts down there as fast as he can for a man who hasn't slept in about thirty hours and hasn't eaten in twelve days. The sound he makes pounding on Sharky's door is less a knock and more just random thuds. He's a complete disaster, his uniform drenched in dried blood with a knife from Mikabo tucked into his belt. Chunks of his shoulder length hair have fallen into his face, hiding some of the congealed blood stuck to him from where he had his head pressed into Sharky's chest wound, his eyes bloodshot and puffy from crying for an extended period of time.

Needless to say it's probably not a reassuring sight considering that last text message.]

[decohere]

wont bother asking if youre okay because i know everything sucks
but wanted to check in
if there's anything i can do
would you rather have space or is my company okay?

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Pratt is currently serving as a bed for a cat so he can never move again. At least he's in the dining room so they'll keep bringing him food if he wants.]

im chillin with the cat right now
the black and white one
not the ghost cat

but i can swing by the coffee place later if your around
i should thank you
for pickles
cuz sharkys right
i would have been messed the fuck up if i killed him

Both text + Lunchbox! Again // backdated to after Price is Right but before Expedition

[konpeito_aji]

[The lunchbox on the door has of course; peppered jerky. And some others of Pratt's favorites, including tortilla chips and guacamole.]

I'm taking Teyrey and a few others to explore Tommy Bahamas. I have your katana ready, a brother to my own Hasebe. I heard about the fingers, so I want to make sure you can still hold it without too much pain.

If you need me to bash someone's head in to show him what true sadism really looks like, let me know. But if you wish to preserve face, I'll not take action without your input.

Should something like this ever happen again, make sure to tell me yourself. I'm not angry, just disappointed.

Eat some lunch.

- 😈

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Fuck yes jerky! He grabs his snacks and goes to sit on his bed with them.]

u heard about that huh?
its healing ive been taking care of it and did some stiches so should be good in another week or so
not bleeding or oozing much anymore the skin just needs to knit over and itll be fine
you dont gotta fight him its cool
we were just having a hierarchy thing going on and think we got that sorted? maybe? if not im not letting him take another finger. 1 is enough

dude dont pull the not angry disappointed thing on me
i know what that face looks like

a few days after pirate conversation

[astrogator]

I don't know whether it'll matter to you, but in case it's on your mind: I'm not going to attack Izzy Hands in any way. Not unless he attacks me first.

[theweakhavepurpose]

dont think he will
he needs allies not gonna chase any of em off

& it does matter to me becaues i dont think we should be fighting
not just u and me but everyone
back home we did the lone wolf kind of 1 person hero thing
and it didnt work out great for them
sure they saved a lotta people but
lost themselves
dont wanna see that happen here too

Voice!

[konpeito_aji]

Samurai, I need a favor.

Can you bring your Hasebe to the sports deck? Wear something that isn't too constricting, I have a job for the two of you.

[Two, but he didn't say whom else... maybe he means the sword?]

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Well that's not weird at all....]

Sure. I'm not doing anything. Be there in a few.

[If the Demon King is expecting him to be in anything other than his uniform he's about to be disappointed. Mostly because it just happens to be what he's wearing at the time and he's not gonna go change.]

[text]

[broshaw]

OMFG DUDE!!!!!!!!!
i forgot 2 ask u but did u kno maeve is DATING STEVE ❗❗AND❗❗ MARC?!!!!

[theweakhavepurpose]

WHAT?!?!

[Oh that was out loud, sorry Bahamanal and anyone else in the Tommy Bahama right now Jack and Siffleur.]

both of them?????
steven steven? that steven? vegan terrified of everything steven?
this is the hottest 3some i can imagine and im probably not even worthy to imagine it
damn
way to go marc and steven
howd you find out?

[decohere]

so did a bit of research and the ghost situation is not ideal.

crabb has smudged some sigils that we think are important to... sealing the ghosts away.

valdis talked to friday about bringing souls back and was warned about them devouring people. body counts and destroying reality, with the implication this has happened before.

bash has tried to create an underworld somehow and passed through a mirror and maybe awoken... something while in the nothing. i asked him to check in on the ghost just to make sure it's still there and not somehow wiggled loose.

in the meantime, dont tell anyone how to summon them.

[theweakhavepurpose]

sooooooooooo what im hearing here is maybe i fucked up?
oh shit is this bad?
like bad bad?

also pickles was an asshole but he didnt eat anyone or devour anything
are they different? like pickles and the fanged lady and the hangman kid? differnt than the brothers i mean

mb we shouldnt try to get the third huh?
of course his is the easiest name to pronounce...

whos valdis?

mid-may

[skaikru]

Okay.
Think I'm finally ready to have a little bit of fun around here.

( ... man, that word is not in her every day vocabulary, and thus the follow up question. the quietly implied: help? )

How...do I do that?

[theweakhavepurpose]

fuck yea
depends
u got options:
1. dangerous fun
2. food fun
3. fun that would get you arrested back home (may or may not relate to point 1)

[text]

[broshaw]

somethins in the water bro every1s gettin married???
klaus n ava n who KNOWS who else??!!!

[theweakhavepurpose]

RITE?????

u kno whos NOT getting married tho?
hear about blind guy and space marine? they broke up and i guess it was real bad.

While Arthur is hanging out and talking about murder

[iwearnomask]

[Yeah so John has a visitor and wants to guarantee privacy so naturally the thing to do is-]

Pratt, stay out of our room for the time being. Arthur is here and we need privacy. Please.

[John remembered his manners so it must be serious.]

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Oh shit. John getting some of that sweet, sweet rebound action. Okay alright act cool, John's busy getting busy.]

you got it bro
ill be scarce
👍🏻🍀

prom night, around 3am or so

[yourexoduslaughing]

u up? wanna make OUT in theeee coffee shop ;)

[theweakhavepurpose]

ssssssnk,,,
no
yes
can be?
wht time is it?
and yes
yes i do

[yourexoduslaughing]

HEY u wanna get coffees & hook up tonight?? lmk!!

[theweakhavepurpose]

fuck yes i do! ☕️👍🏻🍆
u going on the thing end of month?

text

[astrogator]

[sent right in the middle of this!]

MUTINY!

The ship is ours and the rules no longer apply. Try it out right now! They can't stop all of us. Start a fire! Take some goods without a pointless charade! For fun, for freedom, just because you can!

[This is not strictly true, but Ari would love it very much if you caused as much chaos as you possibly can at this precise moment.

Replies to queries or complaints may be limited; Mission Control is very busy right now.]

[theweakhavepurpose]

OH FUCK YESSSSSS

im all in! shit about 2 get montana crazy up in here. i didnt get to be much of a freedom fighter back home cuz i was a prisoner. time for round 2: redemption arc

this time with more fire & shovel launchers

action; post-Village

[myagic]

[Hey Pratt guess who's knocking on your door and carrying a tray of cupcakes from Max!! Need to follow up on sealing the terms of the alliance and all that, you know.





Don't mind the glasses, it's probably fine.]

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Pratt suspects nothing! He opens the door and grins because fuck yes, cupcakes.]

Aw yiss. Alliance negotiations pulling through. Though I don't exactly have a latte machine in here. [He jerks his thumb over his shoulder at his room which is actually not a disaster for once. He's getting better about that.] Wanna go chill over in the atrium? More comfy than in there.