Who: PEOPLE (specific starters and OTA) When: Oct 15th-20th Where: The Patrick Moira What: A big bad catch-all for pre-event and beyond Warnings: Update if needed
[Ratchet stares on in surprise as Jacky turns into some kind of hairy animal and back again; it wasn't the first time he'd seen someone shapeshift but it sure never stopped being incredible.]
You think you can do that because of the mask?
[It was hard to believe but...then so was shapeshifting in the first place. Magic (if that is what it was and it certainly looked like) was still something Ratchet had a hard time swallowing, but there was no denying that in some way, in some places, it did exist. Or at least something indistinguishable from it.
Ratchet looks down at his hand, still holding the borrowed book. He couldn't remember anything unusual happening to him today, but...well, wasn't this unusual? How this had all played out, was unusual from beginning to now.]
And you think you can't stop dancing because I told you not to?
Mister Ratchet, I assure you that turning into animals is not something I nor anyone else in my world can do. [Though, it would've been much easier to escape all those times she'd been imprisoned in her life if she could turn into a bird and just, fly away...] I've only been able to do it since this morning, and the only new thing I touched was that queer mask.
Dancing, playing--it's the only reasonable explanation. [She snorted.] More reasonable than a ship travelling through nothing. Unless you've an alternative theory? [She wrestled, briefly, with keeping silent on what she felt was his rather unusually catty (hah) mood; it wasn't a polite thing to comment on, and really, how well did she know him? They'd only spoken twice.
But one of those two times was just this very morning, mere hours before everyone was sent those masks, and while he did make her cry then, he'd also done his very best to cheer her up. So she temporised.] You've also been...extremely out of sorts.
maybe someday she'll get to go on a zero gee space walk!
[Ratchet's listening but it's the bit about travelling through nothing that he zeroes in on. He'd just explained this to her this morning, why didn't she get it? Was it really that hard to believe? To understand? He scowls, looking away from her.]
'Travelling through nothing' isn't unreasonable! You keep acting like it's magic, but really, you're just being plain ig- [He abruptly stops, mid-gesture. He hadn't been able to see it before, but now that she'd pointed it out, it was hard not to.
He was being a massive asshole.
Ratchet glances back her way, taking a moment to actually formulate his words, a look of mild distress on his face.]
[Jacky scowled, but let it go. He wasn't himself, he couldn't be held responsible for his prickish actions. Even if he was being a right wanker.]
Is this something that happens? How do you think we can dispel it? [She is getting mighty tired of her feet tap-tap-tapping. She's run longer sets, but after the shoddy sleep she's been having since finding herself on this ship, and the early morning wake-up call, she's already tired.
Sets. Her eyes widened as she thought of something.] Oh! I've got a notion that might work; it's going to involve a little more singing, though.
[Even aware of the wrongness of what was happening, and how it was likely affecting him, Ratchet can't help rolling his eyes when she suggests....another song. A song was what had started this whole mess...or at least this particular episode. Still. He didn't have any better ideas, so he bites; even if it does come across with a bit of sarcasm.]
Fine, fine. But if this turns out to be just an excuse to play more....
[Shooting him a dirty look, Jacky took up the Lady Gay once again and slowly started to play and sing together. No dancing this time; this was a calming song, one she'd probably played more than any other, and it came easy.]
Of all the money that e'er I had I've spent it in good company And all the harm that e'er I've done Alas it was to none but me And all I've done for want of with To memory now I can't recall So fill to me the parting glass Good night and joy be with you all
Of all the comrades that e'er I had They are sorry for my going away And all the sweethearts that e'er I had They would wish me one more day to stay But since it falls unto my lot That I should rise and you should not I'll gently rise and I'll softly call Good night and joy be with you all
A man may drink and not be drunk A man may fight and not be slain A man may court a pretty girl And perhaps be welcomed back again But since it has so ought to be By a time to rise and a time to fall Come fill to me the parting glass Good night and joy be with you all Good night and joy be with you all
[As the last notes faded, Jacky waited for the compulsion to take her. When her feet and fingers stayed pleasantly still, she beamed.]
The Parting Glass. My signature ending song; I end almost all me sets with that one. I'd hoped that it'd do the trick!
[Ratchet claps slowly, giving her an unimpressed look.]
Congratulations.
[There it was again; shaking his head, Ratchet rubs a temple, making a frustrated noise. This was getting exhausting.]
Sorry, sorry. I'm not usually this, uh...you know. This. [He shrugs. At least he didn't think he was.] You really think it's those masks that are making all this happen?
Well, stands to reason, donnit? Some of the people on my deck, they got the same mask I did, and they've also been turning into creatures.
[Not that she's actually been talking to many people today. This morning was a little...rough. But she's still got eyes, and the menagerie on her floor had been a little hard to ignore.]
And don't worry about it, friend. It's not really you, yeah? [Though, she's had people make that excuse before ('Oh, it weren't me that hit you, moneymaker! T'were the drink that made me do it!'), but this time, she believes that this isn't Ratchet.]
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You think you can do that because of the mask?
[It was hard to believe but...then so was shapeshifting in the first place. Magic (if that is what it was and it certainly looked like) was still something Ratchet had a hard time swallowing, but there was no denying that in some way, in some places, it did exist. Or at least something indistinguishable from it.
Ratchet looks down at his hand, still holding the borrowed book. He couldn't remember anything unusual happening to him today, but...well, wasn't this unusual? How this had all played out, was unusual from beginning to now.]
And you think you can't stop dancing because I told you not to?
she is not going to let that go any time soon
Mister Ratchet, I assure you that turning into animals is not something I nor anyone else in my world can do. [Though, it would've been much easier to escape all those times she'd been imprisoned in her life if she could turn into a bird and just, fly away...] I've only been able to do it since this morning, and the only new thing I touched was that queer mask.
Dancing, playing--it's the only reasonable explanation. [She snorted.] More reasonable than a ship travelling through nothing. Unless you've an alternative theory? [She wrestled, briefly, with keeping silent on what she felt was his rather unusually catty (hah) mood; it wasn't a polite thing to comment on, and really, how well did she know him? They'd only spoken twice.
But one of those two times was just this very morning, mere hours before everyone was sent those masks, and while he did make her cry then, he'd also done his very best to cheer her up. So she temporised.] You've also been...extremely out of sorts.
maybe someday she'll get to go on a zero gee space walk!
'Travelling through nothing' isn't unreasonable! You keep acting like it's magic, but really, you're just being plain ig- [He abruptly stops, mid-gesture. He hadn't been able to see it before, but now that she'd pointed it out, it was hard not to.
He was being a massive asshole.
Ratchet glances back her way, taking a moment to actually formulate his words, a look of mild distress on his face.]
Okay, I think you might be right.
god, you'd never get her back in the ship
Is this something that happens? How do you think we can dispel it? [She is getting mighty tired of her feet tap-tap-tapping. She's run longer sets, but after the shoddy sleep she's been having since finding herself on this ship, and the early morning wake-up call, she's already tired.
Sets. Her eyes widened as she thought of something.] Oh! I've got a notion that might work; it's going to involve a little more singing, though.
well. i mean, she would run out of AIR
[Even aware of the wrongness of what was happening, and how it was likely affecting him, Ratchet can't help rolling his eyes when she suggests....another song. A song was what had started this whole mess...or at least this particular episode. Still. He didn't have any better ideas, so he bites; even if it does come across with a bit of sarcasm.]
Fine, fine. But if this turns out to be just an excuse to play more....
Oh really? Ratchet never seems to
Of all the money that e'er I had
I've spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of with
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
Of all the comrades that e'er I had
They are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
A man may drink and not be drunk
A man may fight and not be slain
A man may court a pretty girl
And perhaps be welcomed back again
But since it has so ought to be
By a time to rise and a time to fall
Come fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
Good night and joy be with you all
[As the last notes faded, Jacky waited for the compulsion to take her. When her feet and fingers stayed pleasantly still, she beamed.]
The Parting Glass. My signature ending song; I end almost all me sets with that one. I'd hoped that it'd do the trick!
10,000 years later, a super late tag!
Congratulations.
[There it was again; shaking his head, Ratchet rubs a temple, making a frustrated noise. This was getting exhausting.]
Sorry, sorry. I'm not usually this, uh...you know. This. [He shrugs. At least he didn't think he was.] You really think it's those masks that are making all this happen?
Eh s'all right there chief!
[Not that she's actually been talking to many people today. This morning was a little...rough. But she's still got eyes, and the menagerie on her floor had been a little hard to ignore.]
And don't worry about it, friend. It's not really you, yeah? [Though, she's had people make that excuse before ('Oh, it weren't me that hit you, moneymaker! T'were the drink that made me do it!'), but this time, she believes that this isn't Ratchet.]