#thread.steve

[mc-adarsh]

CLOSED STARTER for @steveharrison location: AT THE HUB timestamp: MINI EVENT: THE SECRETS

Adarsh walked around with the little note of someone's secret hidden away in one of the many pockets of his thread-bare cargo pants. Not sure what some of the words meant, and not sure he wanted to find out. It felt strangely odd to be placed in a situation where the island decided that instead of body harm - and horrible nightmares - they now needed to learn more about the inimate lives of others.

He'd done so well not to learn much about most on the island, to a point where there were still people he'd met two or more times who he still didn't know by name. Even with Tim's phone in his possession, he was often at a loss on who to call.

And people were now starting to show up in his short-time memory based on injuries sustained.

But not really based on said injuries, but based on how dumb they were to him.

Because judgement was easy.

And he was bound to judge the holder of this secret heavily.

He was, however, not really worried about his own secret. After all, it might be something about his past, and if he were to find the person who carried it, it could open up some knowledge about who he was or had been.

He got some lunch from the hub, confused at how the place had been... given a make-over? "Some people really still think this is a vacation," he growled.

[little-baski]

Baskar: my bet is on aliens or ghosts Baskar: qualify for what? Baskar: yes ssure tomorrow sundown sounds good Baskar: but whcih is the bar?

Unknown: HMMM well that sucks! Aliens? God? Are we on a music video set? Or is this another one of those immersive experiences? Unknown: NVM! You do that sweetie. Unknown: OK you might qualify but I need to judge you in person. Drinks at the bar? I'm busy tonight. Tomorrow? Sun down?

[charlie-s-illusions]

Charles: I fear for now it will be ‘not yet’, yet being the key word. As I’ve heard everyone gets one sooner or later, some don’t realise they have one until it is being put to practice.  Charles: I am a professional medical person, correct. Specifically a heart surgeon.  Charles: This does not make me at all the right person to conduct such research, but I think it’s important to have more knowledge than simply knowing what everyone is capable of. Some powers do not lend themselves to simply being given a name as a descriptor.  Charles: If not a power, have you noticed any other changes to your person since arrival?

Steve: Darling you can message me anytime, but I'm going to have to disappoint you I DON'T have a freaky superpower. I'm normal thank you! x Steve: Also...are you a professional medical person? Nurse? Doctor? Asking for a friend

[mc-adarsh]

Adarsh frowned, and almost grinned - almost. He got the joke, and it was also a bit true. There was a before. To him at least the before seemed monumental. To others probably less so. A before and an after on the subject of his ability. A before and after when it came to how much he cared about figuring out his secret. Now he had an all-together different end-game. To better his standing, to be one of the important people. Steve’s comment about him being the messiah held more truth than Steve realised. “I don’t think my memory loss is a coincidence,” he said, just shy of saying ‘yes’. He was the hero of this story, he was going to be. Whether the story liked it or not. 

He straightened his back and nodded gravely. Though he’d only really cared for Maria’s death, hers seemed the most sad, the most terrible. He’d met her, afterall. The others… they’d gone into the forest to explore and met their end: that had just been dumb. “No one? No wonder you think this is some kind of pleasure cruise. Someone died first day everyone got here, and four people, at least I think it was four, died in the forest on the day the hornets came.” 

Adarsh’ frown turned into a sneer. Then became a bit more relaxed when the scroll was produced. He shook his head, produced his own, no-longer neatly bound, scroll from one of his pockets and held it between his fingers. “Even if it’s a secret about me, the me from before, I doubt it will bring anything back. I met someone who said she knew me from before, but nothing she brought up wrenched anything loose.” He placed the secret on the table. He also didn’t feel the need to do a match up of everyone’s secret so he could figure out which one was left and could be his. He didn’t think it worked like that. And what if it was something terrible from a past he couldn’t remember, he’d just be stuck with new knowledge that he’d been a horrible person. 

“Who knows if they’re even true, and not just something to mess with our heads.”

“Yes.” Steve’s brows pinched, “is after hornets a little like after christ? Is there a B.H timeline too?” Evidently, any poorly themed joke was going to fall on deaf ears here. Adarsh, healer and amnesiac, was all wound up without a playful safe word. “So…you’re telling me you’re the messiah?” Steve pulled his drink towards him for a slow devouring taste––not bad, not the worst he’d ever made. “Five deaths, hold up Adarsh the healer, amnesiac, messiah. No-one’s told me about deaths are you being for real right now?” 

Exactly how had that slipped by everyone’s lips? No-one had felt the urge to press upon him just how dangerous it was, except for flimsy half-baked stories. Though Steve only needed to think about Zaid’s horrifying erogenous display to remind himself of the possibilities, and consequences. It also put a serious downer on any potential plans for sprucing this place up. “That’s a horribly pessimistic view.” Not that Steve was a raging optimist. Though the words of a rag-tag cargo pants messiah were perhaps to be taken lightly.

“Maybe you just need prompting.” Said the man with absolutely no medical expertise what-so-ever. Exclusive exposure to amnesia via trashy soap operas watched whilst consuming a bottle of bubbles. “What about…” Steve fished into his pocket for the little neatly bound scroll. He’d tied it up to prevent an untimely spill. “One of these. Do you have one? Could be a clue somewhere about who you were or are.” Could be a load of nonsense. Exactly how was anyone here going to have dirt or information on him, when he’d just arrived? Lindi, and Tej, excluded of course. 

[little-baski]

Baskar: i hate to be the one to tell it to you but wer'e kind of stuck on this island and it doesnts really come with any luggage service so you better stuck up on some new clohtes from whats on the beach Baskar: i am not sure if its like aliens or god like creaturs or something, but i dont think we r going to be send back Baskar: i am sorry Baskar: i know its a lot but the people here are very kind Baskar: and i am making a radio so hopefully i can call for help Baskar: we have a bar? Baskar: yes i know what pegging is 😳

Unknown: Oooh 27, fun! Hmmmmm super interesting! I could do with some new outfits my luggage hasn't arrived yet. The service here is SO bad! How long are you staying here? Does anyone EVER come to the bar? Unknown: It's SUPER hard. You wouldn't understand there's lots of layers. Do you know what pegging is?

[little-baski]

Baskar: oooh that amkases more sense! Baskar: 27 and you? Baskar: hmm i think some peopel have claimed some fo the stuff already i havent been there isa. bit but last i saw there was some thigns left! Baskar: mostly clothing was claimed so there is probably still some stuff out there that could be use dfor decorations? and else on the ship definitely, i am sure that the ship has like christmas stuff and what not because else it would be a slousey cruise Baskar: but that doesnt make sense? why wouldnt you explain to someone who doesnt know? is it that hard to explain?

Unknown: UH! Meet CUTE!!! 😤 Not battle royale! Fairy lights not beheadings. How old even ARE you? Unknown: Like just ON the beach? No-one's claimed anything already? Unknown: I'm not explaining brat if you DONT know

[mc-adarsh]

Adarsh frowned. The quote was familiar but he didn’t know from what, so he voted to simply ignore it and instead watch the other carefully. With all these secrets around. You never know. Then again, he clearly didn’t care enough because he’d altogether managed to avoid most social interactions. Except for this one.

“I’m a healer and an amnesiac,” he stated, clearly annoyed. Less so with the not-bartender, more with the world.

He sat, what else was he going to do. He took a sip from the juice. Terrible. He huffed instead, the other had a way about him that threw Adarsh off. Far too attentive. He liked it more when people decided to keep their distance from him. Or just sought him out for his ability. He still didn’t comment on the drink. “You’re new,” he stated. Not a question. “After the hornets probably.” Or just dim. He looked away. The earlier comparison to Alex wasn’t helpful. Not that it mattered, his lack of any progress with his memories made him agitated, angry, and horny. But he still wouldn’t seek out Alex, despite how his body suddenly craved to do so.

“I can only heal bodily harm,” he informed Steve, gritting his teeth. “And yes, I meant that literally. No memory whatsoever from before ending up on this cursed beach.” He was still frowning. “It’s worthless cause to get to know everybody. We’ve had five deaths in as many months since we got here. Very likely scenario that it will only get worse.” 

“Shaken or stirred?” Steve asked, a light-hearted attempt to brighten the gloomy mood. Adarsh. All straightforward with little to no flair. Evidently, the holes in his pants were symbolic of a man who lacked both style and substance. Steve decided to stir the concoction of juices he’d created. Inspired loosely by a Piña colada. Very loosely. “So, you’re the healer…amnesiac is that…lingo around here? Or do you need to discover your sense of self?” Steve came around the bar to push a drink towards Adarsh, having kept one for himself.

“Nope! My assistant.” Steve nodded towards the other who’d shuffled down to examine some of the wobbly deckchairs. Not easy on the eyes, however he was incredibly attentive and knew what to do with those large hands of his. 

Steve slid into one of the barstools, and propped his elbows up on the counter. “Please sit Adarsh.” Enthusiastic wave of his hand. “I’m Steve, and not a bartender either.” Evident by his drink, it was sweet but sharp, and distantly related to a Piña colada through the essence of coconut. “Just here to facilitate and get to know everyone.” Besides there were secrets to divulge, and Steve had a mysterious priest to uncover. He smacked his lips, lift of the mocktail glass for inspection. “Hmm….Not my best.”

 “Whoops! Oh, well. So…tell me about yourself? Or are you literally an amnesiac?” What a pity that would be! Pretty face with no story to tell? Maybe there was a story, a trauma yet uncovered. “Can’t you like…heal yourself?”

[little-baski]

Baskar: What is brat summer? Baskar: whats a meet cut area? Baskar: i thnkt htere are things on the beach now that used to belong to the ship like suitcaes and all that there shoudlb ethings int here that you can use fro decoration ! 😁

UNKNOWN # >> ?

Unknown: 🗣️ BRAT SUMMER IS NEVER OVER! Unknown: Any ideas on how to decorate the would-be-meet-cute area? It's looking a little drab

[mc-adarsh]

Adarsh didn’t know at what point the hub had turned into a bar, but the person who ran it - he honestly couldn’t say who was new and who belonged to the first group that arrived on the cruise ship - offered him juice as if it was a cocktail that went hand in hand with the beach vibes. He honestly couldn’t understand how anyone could think of this place as some kind of vacation spot, not with the robot hornets, Maria, the group that had gotten killed by the mega hornet, the mass grave, and certainly not with the super powers. 

He also didn’t care enough to change their perspective on it. It wasn’t worth one to look into. 

He made a face. Was he the type to consume alcohol? He grumbled and shrugged. “The juice is fine,” he said. As if a drink was going to help him relax. He watched the other carefully for a moment, something about his attitude reminded him of Alex. And now that he’d found out he was most certainly not solely attracted to women, that felt more like being called out than something to celebrate. So instead they redirected his attention, finding the other’s companion in ill-fitting pants was a horrible alternative. 

Crossing his arms, Adarsh waited for the juice and half-expected to get a glass with a tiny umbrella in it. 

He frowned. “Adarsh,” he said. Paused, knew that there was always a possibility people didn’t know him - though he found that even more unlikely now that he was also a healer - and decided to elaborate. “Resident healer and amnesiac.” He gave a quick nod in the direction of the other - as if he truly cared to learn everyone’s names. “The new bartender?”

Thus far Steve had learned that appearances were deceiving. Lifetime of judging books by their cover were not applicable here. He had also learnt that if he clung close to what everyone was calling the hub there was a constant rotation of people. Plus no horrifying set pieces, or whatever those transformer-robo-hornets had been. Steve had enlisted the help of someone wearing seriously ill-fitting pants. Like how did they squeeze in all the wrong places and flare out at the knees like that? 

“Hang it straight…” Steve guided, sympathetic to their plights in achieving a symmetrical decoration. “Little left…” Ooof…too far. Steve grimaced, fingers at his lips as he debated knocking them off the bar stool. Step too far? Probably. 

Behind him an unhelpful voice piped up. Steve turned with a flourish. “Darling it is what you make of it.” If they couldn’t turn this place into a five-star ocean villa, he would at least make it Hyatt-level. The complainer had a rosy attitude and cargo pants that’d seen their last days in the 90s. Dress codes were definitely going to be required. Steve would enlist Lindi’s help for that. She could probably write in beautiful swirling cursive.

“How about a drink to relax?” Steve came around, ditching the next decoration he’d meant to hand over, and pulled a jug of juice over. “Non-alcoholic but we can turn it up if you want.” If he could convince him to get out of those threadbare pants and into something…fresh…he could be an excellent muse for the promotional photos. Few tweaks. Nothing big.

“Who’re you then?” Steve eyed for his bracelet, any possibility of another giant jawbreaker here? Nope! Dark, moody, and fittingly angsty. Were gemstones reflections of their owners?