“That young. I’m certain of it. Or I would be, if I could think of any passengers of a similar age—“ But before Palamedes can speculate further, Johnny is leaping up and pacing the room. The soaked handkerchief lightly folded in his hand, he watches with sharp eyes as Johnny goes back and forth, back and forth, offering details of the story he hadn’t shared earlier.
“By God and his Lyctors,” Palamedes breathes, realizing with horror that the possession he had learned about just the day before was not an isolated incident. “Another one. The natives are restless.”
But before he can explain what he means, there’s something more immediate he must attend to. “Do you know where Rich is now? Are you and Dr. Watson safe?” If this revenant had gone after Cesar, they had good reason to worry that he would attach Rich's other caretakers next.
"Watson's reaching out to Six, they'll keep one another safe. I'm armed, both with my revolver and..." There's a small gesture to a pair of vintage scissors sheathed at his waist, as if they're a suitable weapon for defending himself.
(They have mad cursed vibes, if Palamedes can sense that. They are mad cursed scissors.)
"And I have good dangerous friends to reach out to, I'm not going to be out in the open alone, I don't think. Not until Rich is...apprehended."
“Good.” Palamedes is confident that Johnny and Watson can take care of themselves, but he’s comforted by the reminder. He clasps his hands together. “You should know that Rich is not the only passenger who has been possessed. Someone else has been taken over as well. He’s called Jeff, and from what I can surmise, one of the ship’s revenants has taken over his body. And given what you’ve told me, there may be more. Stay vigilant.”
"I would be grateful if you did," says Palamedes, whose mind is already turning over the scant facts he knows. The two ghosts he knows about don't seem to have much in common, but they must be connected. There must be a reason they have chosen this moment to emerge.
"And if you would still like me to ward your cabin, I would be happy to do so."
"Mundanity is in the eye of the beholder," Palamedes says. "I'm sure there are plenty of wonders the two of you could show me that would render me speechless. But," he stands and gestures for Johnny to lead him out, "let's start with these wards."
Johnny offers a bit of a bow and leads the way back to cabin 102 (passing 107 where Crabb and Watson are having the first meeting of the Serena Eterna LGBTQ Alliance).
"Most of my wonders are cocktails, Palamedes, I'm not the scientific genius that some from my time and place are."
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“By God and his Lyctors,” Palamedes breathes, realizing with horror that the possession he had learned about just the day before was not an isolated incident. “Another one. The natives are restless.”
But before he can explain what he means, there’s something more immediate he must attend to. “Do you know where Rich is now? Are you and Dr. Watson safe?” If this revenant had gone after Cesar, they had good reason to worry that he would attach Rich's other caretakers next.
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(They have mad cursed vibes, if Palamedes can sense that. They are mad cursed scissors.)
"And I have good dangerous friends to reach out to, I'm not going to be out in the open alone, I don't think. Not until Rich is...apprehended."
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He manages a weak smile, appreciating that Palamedes' compassion and care in a moment where everything is turmoil.
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"And if you would still like me to ward your cabin, I would be happy to do so."
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He doesn't yet know about the science nuns doing a whole Frankenstein in his world, yet. Though he has seen the result of that firsthand.
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"Most of my wonders are cocktails, Palamedes, I'm not the scientific genius that some from my time and place are."
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He's going to have to pick out something appropriate for Palamedes as a thanks for his help tonight.