[party post] come sail away with me

[varymydays]

You've come through a door, and you are on a boat. Specifically, you're on a cruise ship in the middle of some giant body of water. You've come through the door behind you which is attached to nothing and may now be locked. It's relatively empty as giant as it appears to be. The only other passengers that are here appear to also have come through the door for the most part and it is not nearly enough to fill up this entire cruise ship.

Also, who knows who the hell is driving this thing since all of the employees appear to be either ghosts or holograms...

Is this your first time here or your hundredth time here? Do you want a drink or a dip in the pool? Is it day or night? Do you stumble on your room or some other situation either fun or painful within its many rooms, shops, and facilities? Do you run into someone you know or a complete stranger?

The possibilities are unlimited!

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[normalguy]

Peter sees the understanding cross her face, and he looks down. It was a long time ago, but death has happened a lot around him. It's happened both around him and because of him. That was one of those times where it was both. Those are things that never really leave him. No matter how long it has been.

He still remembers his Uncle Ben's blood against his palms. He still remembers the promise that Captain Stacy made him make, his last words (Peter would break that promise... which just reminds him of a breaking sound, the sound of a back snapping).

"Uh, yeah," he says after a moment, sliding a hand behind his neck as he releases a slow and shaky breath. "Me too. One of those things where you can't know when you do it everything... it's going to lead to."

Peter had no idea that Captain Stacy would die because he gave the complete formula to Dr. Connors, but it was his fault and he lives with that.

[crashdown]

"Science comes with that sort of risk."

Not just science, though. Life itself came with those sort of risks, the inability to know what was going to happen next. You could be laughing with your best friend behind the counter of your family's diner one moment, and laying in a pool of your own blood the next.

You broke a bottle when you fell. Spilled ketchup on yourself. Don't say anything, please.

She'd swear it was ketchup on her uniform until the day she died.

"Life comes with those sort of risks. There's no way anyone could've known that was going to happen."

[normalguy]

Peter looks over at her when she speaks, and he slides a hand behind his neck, sensing there's another level to her understanding at what she says.

"It does. Sounds like you have some experience," he says quietly, ducking his head again as he shakes it a bit. "No. There's no way we could have known, but I can't say that I thought about the possible consequences very much before I... made that decision for my own selfish reasons. My dad kept it hidden for a reason so that's on me. I wouldn't want to be the type of person that can make a choice like that and not feel the weight of those... consequences, y'know?"

Never mind he was seventeen at the time. He was a giant idiot, and it's not something Peter would do anymore now that he is older, now that there have been more deaths and more destruction as consequences of his choices.

[crashdown]

Unbidden, images of the White Room enter her head. Those things the FBI did to Max, how they tortured him in the name of science—

It takes all of her willpower not to wince, to just smile and shrug innocently like she hasn't glimpsed some of the horrors science has to offer. She does nothing to betray the fact that she feels guilty for still loving this subject in spite of the risks, in spite of the horrors.

"Yeah. Consequences. There always seems to be consequences to everything. Even the things you didn't think came with consequences."