Vash the Stampede (
love_and_peace) wrote in
lastvoyageslogs2025-11-03 09:42 am
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Who: Vash, and the people he attacked during the flood, and open
What: Apologies! Probably some punching.
When: The first week of November, between the ghosts leaving and Sokie & John's wedding
Where: All over
Warnings: Nothing planned -- see thread headers for anything specific.
In the Lounge:
He's not sure where to find the Cat King, but Iago, he knows, works in the Lounge. It's a good public space for this particular apology, Vash figures, nodding his thanks to whoever lets him into the ostensibly warden-only venue. The last thing he wants Iago -- or any of them -- to feel is cornered and threatened. That person wasn't him -- that's not who he is.
Now: Iago is probably behind the bar, isn't he? Vash approaches warily, scanning the room for any sign of the man. Ideally, he'll spot Iago, they can find a table at the side of the room somewhere, and he can apologize there.
In the maintenance office:
He honestly doesn't expect to see Oscar at work any time soon. He doesn't know if the brutality he saw during the flood resulted in Oscar's death, but he'd be surprised if it didn't. And even if he lived through the horrors that Vash witnessed -- that he assisted with -- Vash can't really picture him wanting to go back to scrubbing toilets and picking up wet towels anytime soon.
So when he walks up to the maintenance office at the start of his shift, freshly showered from his workout this morning, his mind is decidedly elsewhere. Not everyone's ghostly visitors were kind and well-intentioned, but Vash's were, and he can't help but smile thinking about it.
Outside the Engine Room:
This time, when Vash knocks on the Engine Room door, it's polite, almost timid, just a one-two-three to get the attention of whoever might be working. If the roster is still the same as it was when he was working down here, then Jedao should be inside, but who can tell?
(More prompts coming soon! Watch this space.)
What: Apologies! Probably some punching.
When: The first week of November, between the ghosts leaving and Sokie & John's wedding
Where: All over
Warnings: Nothing planned -- see thread headers for anything specific.
In the Lounge:
He's not sure where to find the Cat King, but Iago, he knows, works in the Lounge. It's a good public space for this particular apology, Vash figures, nodding his thanks to whoever lets him into the ostensibly warden-only venue. The last thing he wants Iago -- or any of them -- to feel is cornered and threatened. That person wasn't him -- that's not who he is.
Now: Iago is probably behind the bar, isn't he? Vash approaches warily, scanning the room for any sign of the man. Ideally, he'll spot Iago, they can find a table at the side of the room somewhere, and he can apologize there.
In the maintenance office:
He honestly doesn't expect to see Oscar at work any time soon. He doesn't know if the brutality he saw during the flood resulted in Oscar's death, but he'd be surprised if it didn't. And even if he lived through the horrors that Vash witnessed -- that he assisted with -- Vash can't really picture him wanting to go back to scrubbing toilets and picking up wet towels anytime soon.
So when he walks up to the maintenance office at the start of his shift, freshly showered from his workout this morning, his mind is decidedly elsewhere. Not everyone's ghostly visitors were kind and well-intentioned, but Vash's were, and he can't help but smile thinking about it.
Outside the Engine Room:
This time, when Vash knocks on the Engine Room door, it's polite, almost timid, just a one-two-three to get the attention of whoever might be working. If the roster is still the same as it was when he was working down here, then Jedao should be inside, but who can tell?
(More prompts coming soon! Watch this space.)

Lounge
It's slow in yhe Lounge, which means that he's experimenting with cocktails for the wedding, mixing small batches to sample. He spots Vash immediately but shows no outward sign that he has, his focus on the glasses in front of him.
Far too much cherry...
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No matter. He'll wait until Iago acknowledges him, and then they'll sort all this out.
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"Leave, if you know what's good for you."
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He looks up and flashes Vash a soft smile that might look warm and inviting. He gestures for CK to join him, though.
"Aren't you?"
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"That's right," he nods gratefully in response to Iago's question. His visitor the night of Samhain had told him to stand tall and so he stands tall, but he's never had much of a poker face. If he looks like he's about thrity seconds away from screaming and running off, that's not at all inaccurate.
But she told him to stand tall and keep going, and so that's what he's doing.
"To both of you," he adds, glancing at the Cat King. "What I did was... was terrible, and I throw myself on your mercy. I am so sorry."
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"You've an awful lot of blood on your hands for a little sorry to mean much, Hair Gel."
But he's not attacking. Maybe because of Iago's words, maybe because he doesn't want to get banned from the Lounge. There's precious little to do on this ship as it is.
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"No, no. It's alright. You see, tesoro, he did it for his sister." His smile doesn't falter. "He killed a cat, who really couldn't harm anything, and then me."
He puts his hand to his chest to address Vash. "You know what the death toll does, my friend? It brings you back to the way you were when you arrived. For me? That was after months of being chained up, tortured, and starved. So it must have meant so much to your sister and I assume her memory...for you to slice me open just so I could come back starved and full of open, blistering wounds on top of the Death Toll."
He takes a shot, the full glass.
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cw: graphic threats involving eyes
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"Any supplies you think you need this morning?"
No 'hi, we were both crazy the other week' mention. Just normal.
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"Oscar!" His gaze can't help but flick to that missing arm -- the arm he remembers only to clearly cutting away. "I didn't expect... I'm so sorry."
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"We weren't ourselves." His voice was quiet. Firm. "Neither of us were. I'm sorry that we were...both so compromised. Let's talk about it, shall we?"
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"Are you okay?" Because as much as Vash is upset over hurting Oscar, Oscar hurt Oscar so much worse. "I don't even know what to say. You're healed now?"
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His throat was better at least. He felt terrible for who it was meant to hurt. "I haven't really...processed everything. Most of the week was blurred with madness."
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"I really wish there was a way to avoid these things from happening!" Oscar died -- killed himself, is what Vash is hearing -- just to hurt somebody else. How can anybody be expected to go back to normal after something like that?
"The Barge thinks it's fine and safe, and the Admiral talks in circles, and really, I'm not sure how many more times we can go through this!"
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The Greenhouse
He seeks succor on his knoll; it's a place of reprieve where he can try to find some semblance of quiet from the noise rattling around in his skull. Sweeney smokes slowly, letting his mind wander. Of course, the effort is aided by the fact that instead of tobacco, today's cigarette contains pot.
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Sweeney might catch his last comment, stay on the path here especially, it belongs to... and then, with a wave, a bright and cheerful "Red!"
He's in rare form today, beaming bright and with a bounce to his step that hasn't been there in a long time. "Don't mind us, just passing through."
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"They've not left ya yet?" he inquires with a touch of resignation in his tone. He did this, right? Sweeney knows he didn't mean to, but that doesn't change what happened.
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"I can't hear or see her anymore, no." Some of the ghosts, he knows, brought nothing but pain and hardship to those they visited, but he was one of the lucky ones. "But she said she'd be keeping an eye on me, so I figured I'd show her the ship. It's silly, I know!"
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"No, it's not silly." The answer is meant in empathy. Sweeney knows how important hope is, and he's not about to shit on something that offers it to anyone.
"No reason not ta do it, just in case." Anything is possible, at the end of the day. He cocks his head, taking a step into a small tangent.
"Things...went a'right then?"
Apparently, there were mixed results, when it came to experiences, for himself, included.
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"They did!" he chirps, catching himself with a very fake frown a moment later. "I mean, apparently one of my visitors didn't want to talk to me and spent his time chatting with everyone else on the ship, but other than that, yes, thank you for asking! It went very well!"
There's a fire in his eyes that usually only appears for madmen and those touched by the gods... but at least he's smiling?
"How was it for you?"
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That's all right. Either way, he can wait.
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"I come in peace! I just want to talk!"
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"There's a lot of that going around lately! That's, ah, that's what I wanted to talk to you about."
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