The Boat

[sparednothing]

[And there, sitting on the docks, is a cruise ship. It seems a man from InGen is waiting by the hull to greet them, a wide smile on his face]

Please accept InGen's humblest apologies for this little...mix up. We are offering you a week stay in a luxury hotel in the beautiful city of San Diego. We should arrive here this evening.

[He bustles them along inside, where all those folks who didn't get to spend a hellish four days on a dinosaur infested island are waiting for them]

[[No sections make your own. Day four ooc post | Plot hub]]

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[workaphilic]

[Sherlock doesn't relax.

He makes it onto the ship in one of the earlier groups, and from there remains just as tense and alert as he was before the chase to get here.

He shrugs off his suit jacket (what remains of it: dirt and blood and torn strips of fabric) and abandons it on the deck. From there, it's reloading his handgun, replacing it in the waistband of his trousers, and leaning his back against the railing to survey the stream of residents coming in.

If he sees someone he knows, great. If not, fine. Either way, he isn't moving.]

[somanylyrics]

[he may not be moving, but Brittany is. he looks like he's had a rough time, understandably, and she feels bad for him. she edges over to him as she makes her way around everyone coming aboard and she holds out the platter of cupcakes she's carrying around]

Hi I made cupcakes and you can have one if you want.

[she speaks quiet and a little fast]

[workaphilic]

[Sherlock stares at her. He doesn't even glance down at the tray of cupcakes set before him, just stares straight at her for an uncomfortably long moment. His expression is, for lack of a better word, perplexed.

Eventually he forces one word out, with visible effort.]

Why?

[somanylyrics]

[she gulps softly and blinks. there's slight hesitation, but then she speaks up]

Because cupcakes taste good and they make people feel happier.

[workaphilic]

[He plucks one off the tray, and holds it in front of his face to inspect like he might a tissue specimen.]

They're a lump of sugar, of course they make people feel happier. Evolution made sure of that.

[Conversationally:]

Some of us watched a woman get eaten.

[somanylyrics]

[her stomach churns at that last bit and she grimaces]

I know.

If I had magic powers to make it not happen I would use them, but...I just made cupcakes instead

[she didn't know what else - to - do. what else could she do while she was stuck on a ship and other people were suffering? she's not good at coming up with ideas like other people she knows. she generally just goes along with everyone else.

but she wanted to try.]

[workaphilic]

[He peels the wrapping off the cupcake and drops it on the tray.]

A tip: people who witness gruesome deaths don't generally feel like eating for a while afterwards.

[He takes a bite and smiles at her. Rude.]

[somanylyrics]

But you do?

[her head tilts slightly, questioningly]

[workaphilic]

I'm not most people.

[somanylyrics]

...I think people like cupcakes. It's a little piece of sugary happiness when stuff is bad and ugly.

[workaphilic]

It's a little piece of sugar, at the very least.

[He puts the wrapper back on her plate.]

[somanylyrics]

It's polite to say thank you.

[she says this in a matter of fact tone, blinking innocently]

[workaphilic]

So I've heard.

[Pointedly not a thank you.]

[somanylyrics]

[she realizes he's not going to thank her so she nods and awkwardly shuffles backwards]

Okay. Well you're welcome anyway.

[workaphilic]

[He waves her away with a casual flick of his hand.

so so sorry britt.]

[somanylyrics]

[she makes a face and walks off. rude man.

but it's okay Sherlock. she'll live to harass you another day.]