voyagers | [ota] i am a super srs rper

[ 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?

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?

[ 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. ]

[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.]

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

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.

[ 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?

[john realizes how strange it would be. the people at the lair are always trying to get him to get drunk in those rare times when they party it out, but john never feels comfortable with losing that awareness when all of those lives are on his shoulders.

he stares at her, and his mouth drops open a bit.]

...really? How does that help?

[but he believes her. the kitten seems very, very serious. john blinks as he lets her lead him wherever she wants to. confused puppy is in your hands, elena. tiny, confused smile.] ...no.

A ship? Wait, a... ship. I've-- Been here before.

Are you really going to question the person you just threw into the pool?

[ elena, that's not exactly how it happened, but that doesn't seem to matter at the moment as she is oh-so-offended he'd doubt her word. and the confused puppy is in very good hands now. not that she has a whole lot of experience with dogs. thor wasn't all that fond of her and her orders, now that she thinks about it.

that might have more to do with the fact it was jeremy's dog, tho.

and she'll just be relieved he's been here before. explaining it in general is a doozy. explaining it in john's state? would likely be a comedy of errors. ] Does that mean you already have a cabin?

[oh no, puppy is sad.]

...wait, I didn't-- Did I... throw you in?

[john looks incredibly sad about this and apologetic and noooooooo. he really doesn't know what to expect out of being drunk. russell once levitated an entire bus while he was drunk so he knows... that stuff can happen they wouldn't ordinarily do.

but noooo.

his hand rests on her shoulder mostly because without that, he'd probably topple over and he is trying to stay upright. kinda.] ...maybe? [he stares and looks sideways at her LOST, CONFUSED.] I don't... remember where it is.

[ elena is just going to neatly side-step that question, allowing him to wonder.

did you, john? did you really? and then tomorrow, or whenever he's sobered up, she'll tell the truth. it was a mutual effort, after all. if she hadn't been so stubborn in her determination to move him as opposed to being realistic about his weight versus her own, maybe they both wouldn't have gone tumbling down into the pool.

we'll never know.

and oof, elena will slip an arm around his waist to keep him upright and balanced, already moving him toward the stairs that lead to the cabins. ] That's okay, we'll find it. I'm assuming it has your name. [ there's a silence that follows. ] What is your name?

[ bee-tee-dubs. ]

[no. john still looks like an incredibly sad puppy about it. ;______________;]

But you-- I'm sorry. If I did. [he closes his eyes, shaking his head even if words aren't coming to him completely at the moment. john blinks and slides his hand behind his neck even as he leans against her, because he kind of has to or else he would land flat on his face instead.

john is grateful that she has a hold on him given he is a complete stranger, and she could have walked the other way and that woulda been within her right. ...wait, what is his name? hold on, just a--]

John. My name is... John. [pause.] John Young.

[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?

[ oh, john. she is just not the kind of person that would walk the other way. even in situations where she should, and this doesn't happen to be one of them. ]

John.

[ it's said gently as she continues to steer him up the stairs. he is heavy, but he is also cooperating with her, so it's not hard to maneuver him so as long as he doesn't fight her on it. ]

I'm Elena, and we're going to get you some water, okay? [ water to drink, not water to swim in, thank you very much. ]

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.

[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.

[john is not used to that kind of thinking really, and he is the one that decided to get drunk. even if he wasn't on the ship... when he decided that, his life is far more in danger back home, not being in the lair but walking around the city drunk... than it is here.

he closes his eyes when she says his name, and then he swallows, looks down between the two of them as she maneuvers and leads him. he's not fighting her on it at all. just going wherever she leads like a giant, drunk puppy... and they're both dripping water as they go

with their clothes super stuck to their bodies.] Hi, Elena. [he waves a tiny bit.] ...weren't we just in water?

[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.]

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[ 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?

[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.]

[ 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.

[ there is a lot of water here in this thread, it's true. elena is a pro at this kind of thing now. maybe that's why she ended up meeting the god of the sea himself. the universe probably got a kick out of that one for its sheer irony alone.

basically:

so dripping, much wetness. ]

To drink. [ the correction comes wryly and with the slightest shake of her head. the clothes do stick to her frame, but she tries to ignore that as she maneuvers them toward what she hopes are the kitchens. ] Hi, John. [ you really are a giant, drunk puppy, aren't you? ]

[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.

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