WRITOBER #15 - With a Little Help from my Friends

Mignon's Art

Segunda colaboração! Obrigado à Mignon's Art pela ilustração que mostrou ser um maior desafio do que estava à espera. Já seguia o seu trabalho há algum tempo, peças cheias de acção, movimento, história num estilo mais BD e era algo que queria experimentar fazer. Não estava à espera desta colaboração, mas quando vi a ilustração mil e uma ideias vieram-me à cabeça. Então, durante a semana de preparação fui criando impulso até hoje. Pensei em fazer algo mais cómico e, ao mesmo tempo, uma pausa na acção. Às tantas lembrei-me daquelas tropes dos filmes dos anos 80 e decidi partir com isso. É um momento mais chill para um domingo. Alguma leveza, brincadeira e depois vai ser sempre a descer! Obrigado novamente e até ao próximo fim de semana com mais uma convidada!

Second collab! Thank you, Mignon's Art for the artwork which proved to be a bigger challenge than I expected. I've been following her work for quite some time. Art full of action, movement, a comic paced narrative, and I wanted to try something too. I wasn't expecting her to join but as soon as I saw the artwork I had tons of ideas. So... this week I created some momentum until today. I wanted to add comedy and pause the action a bit. At the last minute I remembered some 80s movies tropes and I went with it. It's a chill moment for a chill Sunday. Some lightness, fun and because it's downhill from now on! Thank you again and until next week where I'll have another guest!

WRITOBER #14 - I Get By

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NORWEGIAN WOOD CCTV #50

Embaixador Momoa a abandonar o salão de jantar. A seguir... Elevador a subir.

ELEVADOR #3 - NORWEGIAN WOOD CCTV

Embaixador Momoa a descer três andares: Dormitórios. Posse de arma de fogo não autorizada. A notificar segurança interna.

NORWEGIAN WOOD CCTV #80

A seguir Embaixador Momoa: Quarto 806: Passageira Gilass Milano. ID verificado.

ELEVADOR #3 - NORWEGIAN WOOD CCTV

Três ID não identificados. Posse de armas de fogo não autorizadas. A alterar alerta para o nível máximo. Alteração de alerta para o nível máximo abortada. Comando rejeitado.

NORWEGIAN WOOD CCTV #80

ID não identificados autorizados. Autorização concedida. Armas de fogo autorizadas. Dormitórios abertos.

VÍTIMA. Fogo a decorrer. Uso de armas de fogo não autorizadas. A alterar alerta para o nível máximo. Alteração de alerta para o nível máximo abortada. Comando rejeitado. DUAS VÍTIMAS.

Embaixador Momoa identificado. Passageira Gilass Milano identificada. Porte de arma de fogo não autorizada. A notificar reforço de segurança interna. A alterar alerta para o nível má- (estática).

NORWEGIAN WOOD CCTV #115

Alerta de explosão a Estibordo. A fechar comportas de emergência. A analisar danos. A analisar por vítimas. A notificar assistência.

NORWEGIAN WOOD CCTV #83 - #84 - #85

Embaixador Momoa. Passageira Gilass Milano. A aumentar som.

Agora que estão ocupados com a nossa distracção, vamos por-nos nas putas.

Como?

Ajuda-me a destrancar isto, vá.

Feito, fodasse!

Agora afasta-te e atenção.

«Olá, capitãozinho!»

Bonna, encanta-me ouvir a tua voz! Leva-nos para casa, pode ser?

«Tivemos todos saudades, Embaixador Momoa, de Xilos!»

Ha, ha. Menina Gilass, vamos?

Mas quem raio és?

Momoa! Capitão da Centaur e estou a falar com a nossa Bonna Fide, a minha segundo em comando. A tua nova melhor amiga.

NORWEGIAN WOOD CCTV #100; - #101 - #102 -# 103 to #115

Pequena naveta não identificada saltou para Bombordo. A analisar.... Análise falhou. Naveta não identificada a acoplar com comporta de emergência. ALERTA. A iniciar protocolo de terrorismo. Comporta de emergência comprometida. Naveta não identificada a acelerar. Naveta não identificada saltou. Embaixador Momoa por identificar. Passageira Gilass Milano por identificar. 

Protocolo de terrorismo abortado. A iniciar patrulha. A analisar danos... A analisar por vítimas... A trancar dormitórios e estruturas civis. A enviar relatório...

Uma patrulha de cinco elementos caminha pelo corredor. Armas apontadas ao chão. A cabeça da patrulha gesticula para as vítimas que são arrastadas para o elevador. O líder e outros três entraram na escuridão do quarto da passageira Gilass Milano... 

WRITOBER #13 - Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

Alex Tornberg

"Leaving so soon, Ambassador?"

"Captain, no. I will be back. The night is amazing, the food out of this world, unfortunately my IBS... Excuse me."

Momoa left the hall and took a wrong turn towards the restrooms, snaked some corridors and took a finger to his ear. Nodded. Waited for the elevator and went down three floors. The loading time was enough to get ready, strip the vest, tie his long hair and reach for the revolver. He arrived. Five more doors and we slowed his pace. The elevator was called. He hurried inside the right room.

"Good, you got it. I just hope you don't shake it when you have to use it for real. Safety is on, by the way..." he said to the woman on the bed.

More footsteps. Room service this time?

"Great, they are here already." The man flashed at her still on her bed. "What are you doing? Mind giving me a hand?"

But the door swooshed open and a gun poked inside. Momoa pulled it and threw the figure against the side wall, grabbed him by the head and knocked it twice to unconsciousness. The door closed, he urged the woman to get the fuck out of the bed.

More running steps. The door opened, the woman rolled to the floor and fire. Fabric, filling and petals spit into the air. Momoa waited for one to come in and fired point blank to his temple. More fire from the outside. The woman poked from behind a desk and fired nervously.

Two targets, they heard, and a small spherical object rolled inside coughing smoke and darkness. Gilass fired randmly and scared. Momoa held his breath, picked the rifle from the floor and sprayed the door. After a few final grunts he dived to the door. No one was breathing anymore.

The smoke cleared and he went inside for the coughing woman.

"The name is Momoa. I left you that box. Come."

"It was signed with an X..."

"The X marks the spot, err, hum, Gilass, is it?"

"How do you know my name?"

"One, that is not your name. Two, everyone and their monkey knows you. We have to leave now." He reached for his ear, "I've got the Drive. Blow the side and prep the tube."

And... not very far from them, she heard an explosion.

WRITOBER #12 - Room Service?

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Gilass didn't get any sleep that night. She babysat the gun on her bed, scared to hold her and break something. The box also contained a red rose, and a countdown watch. The message was crumpled in her hands.

The corridors were awfully silent. The banquet was being held on the opposite side of the ship but if you paid attention you could hear the music, but there wasn't any. Or she wasn't paying attention at all. Sometimes she could hear the humming of the lights or perhaps it was all in her head.

Footsteps. Room service? They stopped in front of her door. She didn't order any.

"Open it, get ready and I hope you know how to use it. They will be here soon. X"

She took the gun and pointed at the door. A tall dark figured dodged inside and hit the wall.

"Good, you got it. I just hope you don't shake it when you have to use it for real. Safety is on, by the way..."

More footsteps. Room service this time?

"Great, they are here already." The man flashed at Gilass still on her bed. "What are you doing? Mind giving me a hand?"

But the door swooshed open.

WRITOBER #11 - Respite

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The Ambassador was found and his plans to travel incognito were foiled. He was treated to a higher security detail, dinner parties, dances and private time with the Captain - everything he wanted to avoid.

And this worked for the best, if Gilass knew where the VIP and entourage were, she could avoid trouble, and she needed it. For the most part it worked just fine, everyone was distracted so she could roam the corridors, eat alone and sleep most of the time. She wasn't hiding, but peace and quiet were her new found companions.

On the third night, more VIPs came on board, and the Captain felt very generous throwing another banquet which meant everyone and his shadow were going to be there or die trying. Gilass had ordered a nice meal on a cafeteria on the opposite side of the ship. A book, smooth music, and only the waiter to keep her company - well, the cafeteria was full but details.

After her night out she retreated to her dormitory. It was dark inside, but the atmosphere was not the same as if it was moved while she was out. Lights. The room was filled a smooth luminescence. On her bed there was a wrapped present, and a note.

It read: open it, get ready and I hope you know how to use it. They will be here soon. X

WRITOBER #10 - I Can See You

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NORWEGIAN WOOD CCTV #23

Final row of passengers being admitted. Thirty confirmed IDs. Scanning. Processing... Unknown ID. Scanning. Processing. Match not found. Zooming. Enhancing. Male. Brown. Covered head. Zooming. Scanning not possible.

NORWEGIAN WOOD CCTV #25

Male. Brown. Covered head. Scanning not possible. Sending report. Calling for ground verification.

NORWEGIAN WOOD CCTV #22

Row almost boarded. Ground authorities approached unknown male. Male. Brown. Uncovered head. Long hair. Tattoos. Pierced ears. Scanning. Processing. ID found. Ambassador Momoa from Xilo. Notifying Captain.

NORWEGIAN WOOD CCTV #25

Ambassador escorted. Final scanning. Scanning. Processing... ID found: 

SECURITY POINT

Welcome aboard, Ms. Gilass Milano. Enjoy your flight at the Norwegian Wood.

WRITOBER #9- Things in Motion

Aurore Folny

"Attention y'all: you all have reason to leave your rooms. Someone effed up, vanished and the honchos are piiiissed. So, it comes to us, the good o'l dogs to sniff it out. I was told she was heavily armed, veeery dangerous, uh, and is holding valuable information, of course. Errr, right, let's get a move, we have work to do."

And as soon as the APB was out, there was life stirring in the shadows. Eyes lit up like beacons and broken cackles echoed in long forgotten corners.

Things were in motion.