[ota] i am a super srs rper

[darkplace]

[hi, voyagers. there's a drunk!teleporter/telepathic/telekinetic near your pool. john young has literally never been drunk before but things happened back home and he got kicked out of the lair cause of stuff and drunkness happened, and he would like to be even more drunk tyvm.

hiiiiiii, pool. good pool.

he's basically a big, drunk puppy.]

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[believable]

[ drowning/near drowning/near-death experiences in general are not fun, john. in fact, they are the opposite of fun. they are so far away from being fun the fun police would never arrest them ever.

you can ask elena gilbert. -10/10 would not recommend. ]

Whoa there. [ elena spots the stranger and takes a step forward in case he takes another other step toward that pool as opposed to backing away from it. she hasn't figured out yet he's drunk, he just looks shaky on his legs, which isn't far-fetched considering where he's ended up and how. ] Are you okay?

[darkplace]

Yes, 'm great. I just need-- [john lifts up a hand as if to say wait for it, wait for it mostly cause he doesn't actually know what he was going to say. WHAT ARE WORDS. he kind of has not realized yet he has ended up in the boat again, but there is a pool and a lady. a lady--

he kneels down at the edge of the pool with his hands against the edges of the pool, gripping hold. he looks up and back at her like the sad, drunk, lost puppy that he is.] A drink?

[believable]

[ ohhhh boy.

elena is already kneeling down close by, ready to spring into action if necessary. ] I have a feeling that's the last thing you need right now. [ she looks around to see if anyone else is around, but there isn't. there's her and there's john intent on staring at the pool. she does not want that in her conscience, please and thank you. ] Let's take a step back from the pool, shall we? [ she'll be trying to move him now. unsuccessfully. because if he's a big, drunk puppy she's just a determined but smaller ...whatever animal happens to be relevantly applicable ok. ]

[darkplace]

[elena is a tiny, determined kitten, and he is a big, drunk puppy who is impossible for the tiny kitten to move atm with how he grips to the edge of the pool. john looks over at her with that puppy fais like hey. before he seems to get this idea in his head like he knows what he really, REALLY needs. /LIGHTBULB.

and john leans forward suddenly and dunks his head into the pool... or tries too, but he is already sitting so far forward on the edge that he takes a full body tumble directly into the water, taking the determined kitten down w/ him. sorry about that, kitty.]

[believable]

[ screams. insert a pathetically drenched kitty attempting to swim to the surface with flailing arms now. ]

[darkplace]

[john stands up as fast as he can in the water flailing around like an awkward puppy, coughing and sputtering. he is wearing a leather jacket and jeans and... clothes which are all now drenched and oops. wait why is there splashing-- OH OH. OH SHNAP........... he realizes that he totally brought the kitty lady in with him and-- he reaches for her and lifts her up to the surface of the water too

SEE? HE IS HELPING. HE IS A GOOD PUPPY.]

[believable]

[ sputtering.

lots of sputtering. and no, bad puppy. bad puppy for not paying attention in the first place. that is exactly what her expression is conveying right now, btw. BAD, BAD PUPPY. ]

What are you doing?

[ she's just curious about his thought process rn. ]

[darkplace]

[oh no.

kitty looks unhappy w/ him. no no no. john keeps a hold on her to keep her up like she needs help w/ that or something, and he just ducks his head in SHAME. IN SHAME.]

...helping?

[it's asked as a question because HE THOUGHT HE DID GOOD. /tail between legs.] I've... never been drunk before.

[believable]

[ elena eyes him curiously.

it's not that she's going to make assumptions, it's just - okay, she's going to make assumptions. he looks at least a little bit older than her, so the fact he's never been drunk before, while not implausible, makes her wonder about the reasons why. ]

If you really want to help me, you'll stay away from the pool's edge.

[ she says this very srsly, btw, john. as though you really could be a life saver here if you comply. gingerly, she slips a hand over his arm to try and help him up again. ] Do you ... even know where you are?

[anendlesswar]

[Zoe knows a couple things about drunk people, and one of those things is that they probably shouldn't be near the pool. Impaired judgment + something that could kill you = bad, bad things. Add to the fact that she likes John, and doesn't quite realize that he's drunk yet, but him just standing by the pool fully dressed is a liiiiiiiittle weird.

She takes a few steps closer and frowns.]

John?

[darkplace]

[John knows a few things about drunk people despite not being a drinker himself. There are... a lot of reasons why he's never gotten drunk before in his life, never wanted to.

He closes his eyes as he sways slightly nearly trips, turning slowly at the sound of her voice with a wince. He would not really want Zoe to see him like this, and the drunk!puppy is sad about this. ;o;]

Yeah, Zoe.

Hi.

[anendlesswar]

[Oh, she knows that sway. She knows that sway better than she'd like and she's not a huge fan of people who are drunk (she has reasons for it, because it's not as harmless as people seem to think it is), but it's John, so she's not going to let him fall and drown himself in the pool.]

Hi.

[She takes a few steps closer and tries not to make a face at the smell of the alcohol coming off him, before placing her hands on his shoulders gently.]

Maybe you should sit down.

[darkplace]

[no, it's not necessarily harmless at all. people get reckless with it. they become a bigger target. they become violent and angry in some cases. his wandering around in the city drunk was practically asking to be picked up by ultra and killed.

he doesn't doubt anymore that jedikiah would be more than willing to kill him. maybe he knows he deserves that too.

still he hadn't been thinking straight. the weight and responsibility of the things that he has done and the reasons why an entire group of people that he cares about is lost is because-- he did it, and he needs to fix it if it's the last thing he does.]

Yeah, I think... I should. [his voice is quiet, half shamed as her hands rest against his shoulders.] Sorry. I've never been drunk before.

[anendlesswar]

[Her face looks sympathetic, almost surprised - guys his age have usually been drunk at least once, but if he's never been that means whatever happened must be serious. He doesn't seem to be violent or upset though, so at she can at least do her best to keep him that way.]

Well, lucky you - I'm very good at taking care of drunk people.

[She leads him gently over to one of the lounge chairs and gets him to sit.]

I'm gonna get you some water. Just stay here, okay?

[darkplace]

[John follows where she leads really easily. He is pretty much a giant puppy right now who will follow wherever anyone leads him without fighting it. He feels lost, lost and guilty and lost.

There weren't any answers in those bottles. He didn't actually think there would be. He sinks down on to the lounge chair heavily, leaning back as he swallows.

He winces at what she says, looking up at her as he breathes in sharply.]

Okay, thank you. [He winces, shakes his head at himself. He'll ask when she comes back why-- why she's really good at taking care of drunk people.]

[anendlesswar]

[Yes. Later. When he's less drunk an more sober. She heads over to the bar and gets him a glass of water before coming back to him, handing him the glass with a smile as she sits on the edge of the lounge.]

Here. Drink. It'll help you not have a hangover. Keep you hydrated.

[darkplace]

[John lifts up the glass, taking a long drink from it until he's had nearly all of the water in it, and then he closes his eyes, lets out a breath.]

This ship has some... terrible timing. [It's said quietly as he slides a hand over his face.] I wasn't intending on ending up here while I was drunk.

[John wasn't really intending on anything at all though which was part of the problem.]

[peacecraft]

Oh dear.

[ this seventeen-year-old looks like she just stepped out of a board meeting, pausing in her trek around this deck of the ship when she spots the drunken man. she's been to enough formal gatherings to be able to spot a drunk man when she sees one, and it's the proximity of the pool that has her moving towards him instead of a way from him. (somewhere, through the red door in whence she came, her security detail is screaming in protest.) ]

Excuse me, sir, are you alright? I wouldn't advise standing that close to the pool.

[darkplace]

[john looks at her after she calls him sir, and oh, she's young. he did not mean to be drunk around young people. okay, he's twenty-six so he's not exactly old, but... he winces still because he is supposed to be responsible. and this isn't like him at all.]

I'm okay.

[he gestures towards the pool a bit vaguely as he scratches the back of his neck.] I was... just gonna stick my head in.

[it seemed like a really good idea at the time.]

[peacecraft]

[ it's okay, john, relena's used to being the responsible teenager in a room full of adults. not that he's irresponsible so much as inebriated, and therefore inhibited. ]

That's probably not a good idea. [ she advises, waving a hand wards one of the changing areas. ] I'm sure there's a sink inside one of those. Why not make use of that instead?

[darkplace]

[that doesn't make it okay at all!! not that he can magically make himself un-inebriated at the moment. if john had known he was going to end up here, he wouldn't have started drinking to start with. granted. he thought he was going to walk around the streets where he could easily be dragged in by ultra to have his powers removed/be killed because he's dangerous so...

maybe he still would have been drinking. it's been one of the hardest days, and there's not the responsibility of about fifteen people weighing on him immediately for once cause he was kicked out and away from them.] ...oh, because this is a really big sink. Too big.

[a pool, john.]

[peacecraft]

[ relena really can't fault someone for drinking. she doesn't do it herself, but she's certainly felt the urge. and there a moments when she does when she finds herself laughing, because she's a government official — a diplomat with political power at seventeen, but still too young to drink legally. she can run a country, but she can't raise a glass that's not filled with anything stronger than sparkling cider. ]

It's a pool. A pool you could very well drown in in the state you're in. [ against her better judgement, relena holds out a hand towards him, plucking the air with her fingers. ] Come, let's find you a sink you can't drown in.

[darkplace]

[john would agree with her that that is absolutely ridiculous. if she is going to be given so much responsibility, she should be allowed to have the opportunity to have a drink too if that's really what she wants. all of his responsibility, it usually keeps him from drinking along with-- well.

he frowns at what she says.] ...drowning would be bad. [this is his very profound statement for the day before he turns toward her and that hand, reaching to grab hold and following where she tugs basically. the drunk puppy is now following. john young has always been very good at following. his voice is soft when he speaks again, half as explanation, half as an apology.] I've never been drunk before.

[peacecraft]

[ he's good at following and she's good at leading. as a member of the peacecraft royal family, she was born to lead. it's in her blood — though she would sooner credit these attributes to her adoptive father than to the king who perished in a great fire when the alliance military stormed the capital when she was but two-years-old. ]

Oh? And here I was thinking you were an expert. [ she's teasing and leading him towards one of the changing rooms. ] Here, I'll wait outside. There should be a sink in there.

[darkplace]

[john is good at leading too, but he was made to be good at following orders. and he is good at that too, really good. jed would say he's better at following orders than giving them, but the jury is still out on that one. he'd be amazed to know all she's done at her age, all the responsibility she has.

if anyone deserves a drink, it'd be her.

he smirks softly at what she says.] Glad to know my inexperience wasn't shining through. [his smirk widens a bit before he nods and then... heads inside of the changing room. there's the sound of fumbling, stumbling a bit before there's the sound of water running

and john sticks his head into the water because it seems like a good idea so when he comes out again, his head is completely wet but he seems to be thinking at least a little clearer. maybe.] I'm... John Young by the way. Bad, first impression, I know.