[Romeo's never been on a ship before. But he's seen them, anchored offshore. Disappearing into the fog on the horizon as they set out to catch the morning's fish.
He's tired. Groggy. Lulled by the constant drip, drip of water. He isn't used to having a human body again — or what feels human, at any rate. It isn't possible, and yet his ears ring all the same.
He's never been fond of the dark. The city where he's lived all his life was just starting to welcome the marvel of electricity. Oil lamps were to soon become a thing of the past — until everyone started dying, and now there's been little need for electricity or lamps, really.
There's little Romeo wouldn't give for an oil lamp now, though. Light. Warmth. Something to touch other than the walls of the dark abyss laid out in front of him.]
I might not know much about ships — or anything, really — but taking on this much water can't be good, can it?
[Romeo murmurs this to himself... or is someone else here with him on the ship?]
2. Seeing is Believing
[Wherever Romeo has found himself, it at least smells like home. Blood. Metal. Rot.
He has been given a second chance at life — or a third, it seems — so when he hears the voices, he pauses. He closes his eyes, trying to figure out where the sound is coming from. What they're saying.
Protect the humans, drawls the voice. This had been Romeo's purpose, once. Waking up here felt like a failure, almost — were there any humans left to protect? Any people left to save?
Yes, the voice says, and although Romeo still can't quite pinpoint the direction it's coming from, he's walking faster now. Stumbling deeper into the dark corridor.
If there's someone — anyone — left alive, Romeo will save them. He has to.]
3. Contents Worming
[There's a wet squelch beneath Romeo's feet. Mud, he thinks at first. Dirt and leaves, as weird as it seems to have that all over the ship. But no, it's something alive. Wriggling, squirming against his palm as he kneels down to investigate. He still can't quite see in the dark, but the sensation makes him shiver.
Romeo hasn't felt touch like this in what feels like a lifetime. He's had a metal body for so long that he'd almost forgotten how it felt to have something slide against his skin. Even if it's as strange as whatever this is — slimy, sticky. Crawling over his boots now as if he has something to provide them.
He steps back into the rain, feeling the worms retreat. It is perhaps foolish, seeing as he doesn't recall bringing an extra set of clothes with him to wherever this is, but he wants to feel the rain. It's cold. It makes him shiver, dripping down his cheeks.
He must look absurd, standing out here on the deck like a drenched rat.]
Romeo | Lies of P
1. Arrival
[Romeo's never been on a ship before. But he's seen them, anchored offshore. Disappearing into the fog on the horizon as they set out to catch the morning's fish.
He's tired. Groggy. Lulled by the constant drip, drip of water. He isn't used to having a human body again — or what feels human, at any rate. It isn't possible, and yet his ears ring all the same.
He's never been fond of the dark. The city where he's lived all his life was just starting to welcome the marvel of electricity. Oil lamps were to soon become a thing of the past — until everyone started dying, and now there's been little need for electricity or lamps, really.
There's little Romeo wouldn't give for an oil lamp now, though. Light. Warmth. Something to touch other than the walls of the dark abyss laid out in front of him.]
I might not know much about ships — or anything, really — but taking on this much water can't be good, can it?
[Romeo murmurs this to himself... or is someone else here with him on the ship?]
2. Seeing is Believing
[Wherever Romeo has found himself, it at least smells like home. Blood. Metal. Rot.
He has been given a second chance at life — or a third, it seems — so when he hears the voices, he pauses. He closes his eyes, trying to figure out where the sound is coming from. What they're saying.
Protect the humans, drawls the voice. This had been Romeo's purpose, once. Waking up here felt like a failure, almost — were there any humans left to protect? Any people left to save?
Yes, the voice says, and although Romeo still can't quite pinpoint the direction it's coming from, he's walking faster now. Stumbling deeper into the dark corridor.
If there's someone — anyone — left alive, Romeo will save them. He has to.]
3. Contents Worming
[There's a wet squelch beneath Romeo's feet. Mud, he thinks at first. Dirt and leaves, as weird as it seems to have that all over the ship. But no, it's something alive. Wriggling, squirming against his palm as he kneels down to investigate. He still can't quite see in the dark, but the sensation makes him shiver.
Romeo hasn't felt touch like this in what feels like a lifetime. He's had a metal body for so long that he'd almost forgotten how it felt to have something slide against his skin. Even if it's as strange as whatever this is — slimy, sticky. Crawling over his boots now as if he has something to provide them.
He steps back into the rain, feeling the worms retreat. It is perhaps foolish, seeing as he doesn't recall bringing an extra set of clothes with him to wherever this is, but he wants to feel the rain. It's cold. It makes him shiver, dripping down his cheeks.
He must look absurd, standing out here on the deck like a drenched rat.]
4. Wildcard
(Free for all! Go wild. I enjoy surprises.)