| Friday |
[09 Jan 2008|10:27am] |
Who: Phera and OTA
What: Celebrating and Supplies
When: Just after Touch Down
Where: Paris, France
Vivvy changed out of her uniform into a black tank top, comfortable jeans, and a black hoodie with a grungy white skull silkscreened onto it. She shoved her feet into some tennies and sat down at the desk in one corner of her room. It was piled high with books, pens, pencils, loose paper and coffee cups. Pulling out a few sheets of paper she began to scrawl out some orders. They needed several things while they were docked and she wanted to make sure they all got purchased.
When she was finished, she stood up and headed out the door to the galley. She figured that is where most of the crew would be. "Alright, everyone. We will shortly be in Paris and we need some supplies." She handed out the lists she'd made of bathroom supplies, cleaning supplies, and linens. And then there were some very specific items that they needed. A few new wooden chairs for the galley, a couple computer desks with chairs and another sofa. As the crew grew larger, so did their need for furniture. The supplies of food and drink she would leave up to Mag, she was the one who knew what they needed. "When you finish with these supplies and they are returned to the ship along with their accompanying receipts, you may spend the rest of your day as you wish. Anyone without a responsibility may start their time off when we touch down. We will be on the ground for two days in Paris. If you are not on the ship by noon on Monday, we will leave without you."
With that said, she turned on her heel and headed out of the galley with her own list of supplies. Some of them were personal, but some of them were for the ship as well. She shoved it into the pocket of her hoodie and walked out onto deck. Her shoes made light scuffling sounds on the deck, but they were muffled by the wind that skimmed over the ship as they flew through the air. She leaned against the railing and watched the lights of France come into view. They'd left Romania about 5 hours ago and would touch down in Paris in another hour. Since her time on the King's Ransom, she'd seen many places she knew she never would have otherwise.
As the lights of Paris drew closer, she lost herself in thought, there against the railing. She leaned with her chin in her hand, not seeming to notice the strands of hair that had come loose from her ponytail whipping her in the face. Her thoughts had turned to Glacier and his block of ice. She knew that he had a deeply rooted sense of chivalry that made him feel as if he needed to save everyone, but she hoped that the thief he caught this time wasn't going to get away with what they'd done. Vivvy herself had a deeply rooted sense of what was right and wrong. She turned a blind eye when someone on the crew, even Nate himself, did something that was illegal. But, she always hoped that they would get their due. She sighed softly and turned to lean her back against the railing.
Lost in her trance, she had no sense of time passing. In no time at all, it seemed, they were touching down in the river off of Port Saint Bernard in the middle of Paris. They had made an early transaction in Bucharest, and had almost gone back in time traveling to Paris, so it was only about noon. Her sleep pattern was so messed up most of the time that Vivvy slept whenever she felt tired. And that seemed to work for her. She set her watch for Paris time and felt the slight jolt as the ship touched the water and then sank slightly before bobbing back up. She held herself steady against the railing and then watched the gangplank go down. And not a few seconds later, it seemed, Mag was there being followed by Arlen Kesh, one of the newer guys. So caught up with each other, they didn't seem to notice her there. But that was fine by her. A stroll through Paris on her own wouldn't exactly be torture.
Vivvy was educated. And beyond the normal scope of education. She knew several languages, and French was one of them. She wasn't going to suffer with a language barrier, and she also wouldn't get treated like a piece of trash by the French who didn't exactly think that Americans were wonderful. She patted her back pocket and found that her identification and debit card were in her pocket. The money from their earlier transaction had been wired into the ship's account. Only she and Nate had access to that account, so they gave the people with errands cash and asked for a receipt in return. She would have had a difficult time sleeping at night if she knew the accounts weren't being looked after. But thankfully, they had a trustworthy accountant aboard.
Steeling herself for the first steps on dry land, Vivvy stepped onto the gangplank and followed in the wake of Mag and Arlen.
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