BOAT: THISTLE

[crittersheep]

[ You’re in a sleek, gilded reception room aboard a large and - aside from your team - empty ship. It’s full of fabulous kitchens (splattered with blood but still usable!) and ballrooms (full of instruments, all playable!) and glittering spires and stagnant-smelling but comfortable sleeping quarters. When nobody is using the intercoms to speak, a tune hums through.

Other than that, there’s thick mist surrounding everything, a path lit only by the ship’s signal light as it travels toward whatever it is you’re in search of and away from the home you can never return to. Waves crash gently against the hull, growing louder and fiercer as time goes on, and there’s faint wailing and howling in the distance…what is going on in this sea? Well, it’s not very important to you. What’s important is surviving.

You have a life to live. ]

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[shortforever]

[Punching him. IDK if healing will work or not but he's still punching Lupin in the shoulder.]

[survivaltricks]

[ALL POWERS OFF DUE TO WORD OF MORA, so it just. hurts]

[Lupin inhales a sharp breath and exhales a pained--]

Shit--

[shortforever]

[Wow, they're all in rough shape huh.]

...

Let's just...put in our answers and try to finish.

[survivaltricks]

[THEY SURE ARE! . . . if it had just been Lupin and Yata, perhaps it'd be okay, but the paranoia and hypothermia. . .]

Stay here with m-me while we do.

Sit here and k-keep me warm.

[shortforever]

...yeah, okay.

[He'll stay put for now.]

[survivaltricks]

[GOOD]

[time to cuddle for warmth]

[shortforever]

[It's kind of sad but he honestly missed this.]

[survivaltricks]

[it's not sad Lupin missed this too!!]