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ravenswrath ([personal profile] ravenswrath) wrote in [community profile] lastvoyageslogs2024-06-17 09:07 pm
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1st Day of the Month of High Cold

Who: Corvo and anyone who wanted in on this plot
Where: All over the ship!
When: The 17thi-sh
Warnings: Possession/Body control/emeto
Notes: Go ahead and put your character up doing whatever they would be doing alone! People being possessed are not aware that anything is happening, for the most part. They will simply lose a few moments of time and be hit with nausea as soon as Corvo leaves them. Please let me know if there are any conversations that you don’t want Corvo to see. I will be just picking at random from inboxes and private threads, since he doesn’t have long to look.

He just needed to blow off some steam. At least that’s what he told Richter. He wanted to take to the Enclosure, sit in Dunwall, and pretend like his daughter, his Emily, hadn’t been wandering the fucking Barge without him. Unsupervised!

But that’s not what he’s doing. He stows the item away and he gets to work. He finds each person alone, sometimes in their room with the door cracked open, sometimes in the library, sometimes in the dining hall, but always by themselves. He chooses at random, staying away from his friends and picking on people just because he can.

There are a few failed attempts made - two people who simply refuse to be taken over- but there are plenty others to make up the difference.

He enters, reads their communicators, and leaves them to their nauseated fates. He doesn’t tend to hang around unless he has to, and would rather disappear back into the shadows.

At one point, he gets cocky and doesn’t check for the knife as he teleports up a stairway to find his next victim. He doesn’t even notice that it’s gone, slipped from his pockets for Richter to come across.
abrightboy: (fond contemplates)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2024-06-18 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Malcolm is sitting in a quiet corner of the library, flipping through a big hard cover book on the table. His device is on the table next to it. Next to that is his phone from home. No network connection, but it has a memory card. He has voice recordings on it that Will Graham made for him. Some are excerpts of him reading from books. Some are sweet, romantic messages. Some are readings from Malcolm’s deck of affirmation cards. There are also a bunch of candid photos of Will, many taken when he’s not looking at the camera. Nothing pornographic for those seeking the salacious. His network device is packed with conversations. He talks to people a lot.
madaboutit: (Anim NO glance lower)

[personal profile] madaboutit 2024-06-18 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
Sweeney's crouched with his ledger, trying to update some numbers on bottom-shelf boxes. Gale hasn't been to work in the last few days. Maybe he died and didn't bother to tell Sweeney. It wouldn't be all that surprising; wheels that aren't squeaky tend to fall off the notification lists. It's fine; he can have a Warden let him in. It's not like he hasn't gone through months without a Warden supervisor in this fucking job.

The texts on Sweeney's comm are generally boring and perfunctory: check-ins that arrange meet-ups; disseminating information about silver harming vampires. It makes him come across as someone who is more practical and efficient, rather than sociable, at least when it comes to media.

There was, however, a period in the middle of February when he seemed panicked about the disappearances of various people and concern that it might be his fault. Much like with breaches, he holed up for a while.

[You're more than welcome to anything, that's just a quick skim of his own inbox. He tends to check in with Maggie, Laura, John, and Will most often, but also messages his other barge siblings and a few friends.]
madaboutit: (Anim look disbelief)

[personal profile] madaboutit 2024-06-19 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
Sweeney blinks hard, as if trying to right his vision, which technically, he is. He sets the ledger on the floor and stands, immediately regretting it as the nausea makes him sway. Catching himself on the shelf, he takes a few slow breaths. It passes, and he can't help but think he just stood up too fast. He's more mindful when he crouches again and gets back to work.
makethestory: (Mother's a seer with second sight)

[personal profile] makethestory 2024-06-18 12:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Saga's in the art gazebo, as she usually is, and today she's knitting.

Unlike the other crafts that she's tried out in the gazebo, this is one she knows very very well. Her mother taught her how to knit and they'd knit together on more than one afternoon, or while watching TV, or she'd be knitting in the car on a trip here or there. The idea of it had... stung after seeing that trailer, the knitting needles and balls of yarn interspersed with the empty bottles and the unpaid bills, but after whipping out her needles to make the toy for Godric, she'd gotten the itch again.

What she's knitting is not entirely clear at the moment, though it does seem to have cat ears.
makethestory: (paint a portrait to capture you)

[personal profile] makethestory 2024-06-18 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not that she doesn't feel it. Oh no. She can't miss it like water sliding around her. Not that it can get in without her opening the door. And if he'd wanted an invite in, he should have let her know he was coming. That

And she turns to where it feels like it's flowing from, an eyebrow raised before she lifts her cup of coffee and points to the thermos.

You wanna talk, bigboy?
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[personal profile] verynormalturnipseller 2024-06-18 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Wen Ning feels he should spend his time in the library on improvement, and he does have a medical text in front of him. He also has a little codex full of poetry that he acts comically furtive about, as if someone is going to materialize out of the woodwork and scold him.

His communicator isn't much used, mainly featuring quick discussions about work in the kitchen, quick check-ins from people who seem to have a real uphill battle going to get him to accept basic social niceties, and a few chats with temporary inmates, most of whom politely brush him off, one of whom uses him as a chew toy.
divingdeep: (aware)

[personal profile] divingdeep 2024-06-18 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Silver stays in the Lounge while Corvo is moving around the ship. His own communicator is out of his jacket pocket, sitting on the bar inconspicuously between two glasses where he can easily see any messages that come in. In the meantime, with his usual smiling demeanor, he serves drinks, washes glasses, cleans his nails with one of his smaller knives, and waits.
divingdeep: (wist)

[personal profile] divingdeep 2024-06-19 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
A few seconds later, Silver pulls the door open, gesturing for Corvo to come in.

"Come on in. Here for a drink?"

The Lounge is empty at the moment but for the two of them; Silver glances around, corner of his mouth tipping up. Convenient, really.

"Or conversation?"

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[personal profile] chaos_drifter 2024-06-18 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)

Corvo will find Avalon behind the library’s circulation desk, temporarily distracted by the checkout they are currently finishing. Their communicator is next to them, close enough that they can keep it in their sight but obviously not the center of their focus.

Avalon prefers to have private conversations face to face, so their collection of private messages is not particularly impressive. There are, however, a few conversations that may be of interest to Corvo.

chaos_drifter: (Languid)

[personal profile] chaos_drifter 2024-06-19 03:11 am (UTC)(link)

The person that they were helping is gone now, and their communicator is closer to them than where they left it. Avalon steadies themself against the desk as a wave of nausea hits them.

colorofthesky: (I'll spread my wings.)

The Finale

[personal profile] colorofthesky 2024-06-19 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
It is a totally normal day for Zack. He exercises with his dog first thing in the morning and then promptly goes to work on custodial. He greets Corvo and everyone else, mentions their assignments for the day, and goes off to handle what he expects will be a messier part of the ship.

He’s that kind of boss - doing the harder stuff so other people don’t have to.

It’s why he doesn’t expect…well, what actually happens. Unfortunately for Corvo, Zack’s private conversations are fairly boring. Nothing to write home about. Not even the recent ones with Aerith in his place are especially interesting.

Oh well.
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[personal profile] hopepainandshit 2024-06-19 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
He'll give Corvo this much, the man's powers make him a fucking bitch to tail. But he'd found his warden item in the hallway, and that hadn't been alarm bells as much as the roaring inferno on the horizon, and he's been racing through the ship trying to find the bastard, until he spots Zack.

And scowls darkly.

The knife slams into the deck between Zack-Corvo's feet, and Richter's face is furious.

"Lose something, did we? Corvo."

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[personal profile] major_rawne 2024-06-19 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
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Post finale

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After everything, Richter doesn't take Corvo to Zero. He probably should, honestly, but taking his powers away didn't change what he fucking did, nor did it give anyone else any satisfaction in the fact.

Instead, he leads Corvo back to his cabin, and opens the door to let him in first. With a pointed look to make him.

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[personal profile] handleyourshit 2024-06-23 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
Rosita spends even the day after the flood still lingering in Zero; whether it's the nullification powers like Godric had said keeping her safe, or just a lack of attempts from Cazador to reach her, regardless she has been left alone there. She's as reluctant to leave it as she is restless and ready to go.

Even when she does, though, she sticks to the lower levels. She's wary of people spotting her, wary of adverse reactions, but it's the only way to convince Jesus and Godric that they can go on about their own lives for a bit. Hers isn't in any danger just now.

She spends a lot of time looking at the network, observing rather than participating, and looking back over the conversations Glenn had while he was here.