Oblivion ::: An Original RP

Who: Tumbler Renegade (Keane, Res, and Chesh) and Danny
When: 11 PMish
Where: Cult of Dionysus

Tumbler Renegade played for nearly two hours. The first set went very well - for having to do a bunch of covers, they were still pretty energetic about it. And if anything good could be said about Res, she knew how to work a crowd and wrap it around her little finger. Sometimes she wished they had another guitar player so she could really work the stage, but at the end of the day, she loved her guitar too much to part with it. If anyone else got a bitchin' guitar solo she'd probably get jealous, anyway.

The set featured covers ranging from the Kooks, Cold, Dropkick Murphy's, and a few other gems. They squeezed in a few original songs, which seemed to go over well. The turn-out had been pretty impressive - it seemed like a lot of the ship turned up to see some live music. For their final song, Res started on the keyboards, playing a soft, Tori Amos-style cover of Smells Like Teen Spirit. On the second verse she switched to electric guitar and the band kicked in, and she had to say - they rocked the fuck out of it. When it was over she wasn't even feeling her bad ankle, she was fuckin' pumped. She always was after a good show.

Keane was much the same way. He was all smiles as he took his bass off and waved to the crowd. He reckoned he and his friends were in for a bit of partying now -- they deserved it, right? He certainly thought so! He swung his arm around Res' neck and started leading her towards the bar, while Chesh followed. "Brilliant," he told her, as he flagged down the bartender. "Now we're having some fun."

Who: Brontë, Finn and Helena
When: Morning
Where: Eurycleia's Café

It had been entirely by chance that Brontë had stumbled upon Eurycleia's Café the other day, as she took an impromptu walk around the ship to locate points of interest and sign them on the map with little notes next to them. As soon as she had seen the decorations and felt the sun light kiss her skin so thoroughly, this café had become a point of interest. So much, so, this was the second day in a row that she was having breakfast here.

The food was as amazing as the feel of this place, at least to Brontë's taste, and she was happily having a pastry and a caramel latte while staring out at the view. It was inspiring, and it did wonders for a good mood in the morning. And this, was why Brontë was smiling while she read her book and nibbled on a pastry.

Who: Chad and Keane
Where: Somewhere on C Deck
When: 9pm abouts

Res and Keane could be resourceful little bastards, given enough time and no other options available to them. For instance, they'd made friends with one of the girls in housekeeping who had graciously looked the other way while they nicked a few replacement bottles of booze for the minibars. That had improved the night significantly. But it still left the small matter of food. Keane, being utterly true to form, had refused to let Res drink with painkillers and no food in her system.

Which meant, if Keane didn't watch a crutch shoved up his ass -- and he didn't -- it was back to being errand bitch. So off to Circean Delight he went, ever the faithful companion, sidekick, and oh yes-- lapdog.

Who: Nayan, Morgan, Brooklyn
When: 8:15PM
Where: the fucking elevator
What: pure unadulterated panic/repressed homicidal rage

Nayan had a second to be surprised when the lights blinked out and plunged the three elevator occupants into total darkness. Then the elevator - for one horrible, heart-stopping fraction of an instant - dropped. Nayan was thrown back against the hand rail and his heart shot to his throat faster than the elevator toward the bottom of the shaft and for a terrible moment of weightless shock his mind blanked...

And then the automatic safeties activated and with a terrific shriek of metal, the tiny box slammed to a stop, throwing everyone to the floor. Or at least he thought so. Nayan couldn't see anything, just heard the startled noises from the two other people in the elevator as they hit the ground or the sidewalls. The elevator bobbled on its cable a moment, locked stationary, and all but the sound of fast breathing was silent. Then the dim yellow glow of the emergency lights flickered on.

There were two women - no, one girl, one woman - in the elevator with him. He hadn't paid any attention to them prior to this moment; he'd been on his phone again but now he sat up quickly and moved toward the younger girl, to check she was alright.

"Is everyone okay?" Nayan asked, quickly. "Anybody hurt?"

Who: Cary, Lily and Ella
When: 8:15 and beyond
Where: Elevator of Doom!

He had tried, at least that much could be said about him. Although he refused to dress up because Cary had grown up in the 90's and didn't need to relive his idiocy. Thank you very much. Once there it had only taken him a few minutes to realize he'd rather be anywhere else on the ship. It didn't seem to be in his nature to want to get drunk and rub against people dressed like they'd all fallen back in time. No, he'd much rather be in his room or somewhere equally as quiet and mundane.

If he had known it was so early, Cary probably would have just walked up to the deck or gone somewhere else but he was still feeling a little jet lagged and the thought of his bed was too much to resist. Shuffling into the elevator Cary leaned up against the wall, closing his eyes and waiting for the doors to do the same when he heard someone call out. Sticking his hand out and stopping the doors for whoever it was.

Who: Finn, Gor, and Abbie
When: 8:15pm on up
Where: An elevator. Of doom and hate.

Abbie was not pleased with not being allowed into 90s night for being too young. She was born in the 90s. They were kind of her thing. She should have been allowed on these grounds alone. She'd brought a Gwen Stefani costume and everything. But noooooo. Douchebags. So she was back to being Abbie, in dirty jeans and a dirty t-shirt (she couldn't remember how they'd become dirty, but it was not surprising), trying to find another way to amuse herself. So she had decided to head over to the arcade.

Or try.

Totally unmindful of her surroundings in the elevator, she hummed along with her MP3 player and bobbed her head. Until things went dark, and the elevator came to such a screeching halt that Abbie toppled right over - faceplanting right into the doors. "...buh?!"

Who: The Jones Boys (Grigory, Slav, Ios and Nik)
When: Lunch
Where: The Grand Buffet


The Jones boys, accompanied by their parents, had been forced into going to the Grand Buffet for some family dining experience. Too bad about ten minutes into sitting at the table with their plates, their father and mother started going at it like a couple of ten year old's fighting over a pack of pokémon cards. They eventually excused themselves and once out of the line of hearing him bitch, Gor shook his head. "This is s-shit." he said. "How d-do we end up having t-to stay at 'family' dinner when a t-third of the family just hauled a-ass?" he questioned.

He just didn't understand that. At all.

And you know what? Fuck the stutter. Just because people were around didn't mean he couldn't talk right, damn it. Brow furrowed, he silently cursed god for making him the Jones boy with the stutter. Why couldn't it have been Nik or something? It just wasn't fair. Like there wasn't enough fucked up shit in his life without being unable to speak on top of it all.

Oh well. At least you're the smartest.

Who: Open to all
When: 7 PM
Where: Circean Delight

Even with all (or, most) of the passengers inside of Circean Delight, the grand restaurant managed not to look anywhere close to over-crowded - or even crowded at all. It was the height of luxury, with more than enough room for people to mingle between tables and not get in the way. After people found their tables and placed their dinner orders, a mature-looking gentleman in uniform took the stage. The stage itself was on the second level, but just by the rail, where it could be viewed by all on both floors. After introducing himself as Captain Theodore Hill, he heartily welcomed everyone to the Nausicaä's maiden voyage.

He proceeded tot ell a summarized version of the tale of The Odyssey, with much emphasis on Nausicaä's role as a saviour to Odysseus. Smiling, he closed the speech, "And so she told Odysseus, 'Never forget me, for I gave you life.' I hope to share with you all an experience you will never forget, and will cherish for the rest of your life." As the room applauded, Captain Hill stepped down to enjoy his meal at the captain's table.

Who: Keane, Res, and open!
When: Late morning
Where: the Olympia deck, then the sports deck on Helios

The past few days of rehearsals and orientation had been a little bizarre for a group of unsigned musicians who had never actually toured before. This was Tumbler Renegade's first real gig, and as such, its members had had a lot to get used to. The day of the cruise launch felt like it had been their first day off – even if it was the day after Christmas. And as the band had no performances for the day, Res had immediately dragged Keane off to have a little fun. Staff or not, this was still their vacation. They had spent way too long looking at all sorts of shiny shit on the ship they couldn't play with, but now – finally! - they could. It was time to play. This had resulted in acting completely juvenile in the video arcade for a good hour, and then heading upstairs for a game of mini-golf.

Keane was -- per usual -- happy to be dragged wherever Res chose to drag him. Truth was, he felt a little keyed up himself, and was happy to finally indulge. He and Res were at their best when they got to act like the mental twelve-year-olds they truly were. He grinned and looked over his sunglasses at Res as he waited for her to take her final turn. "Tell me, is taking five minutes to line up each shot part of your strategy? How about the part where you shake your ass like a cat about to pounce?" Ah yes, Keane was terribly amused.

Res pointed her club at him briefly before going right back to doing her thing. "Not now, Chief, I'm in the fuckin' zone," she replied. She fought back a little snorty laugh before finally taking her swing, actually managing to finally sink the damn ball. "Oh yeah! I have conquered the world with my little blue ball!" she shouted, whilst commencing in her victory dance. Okay, she was retarded, but dammit - it was fun! She liked the days and moments where she could just let go and be a goof.

Grinning at her display, Keane shook his head at the girl and slung his arm around her neck. As was customary, he chose not to say what he was really thinking -- which was, of course, that if anyone was conquering anything with blue balls, it would always be him. He'd just about mastered the sad art by now. "You know, batting a thousand isn't actually a good thing in golf."

"This doesn't take away from my victory," Res responded, leading him back around to turn in their balls and clubs. "Where to now?" She did occasionally let the boy have a say! It was possible she'd just been a little overexcited this morning. It was a nice break from the regular. But she'd just about got all her initial OMG SHINY out of her system. They had explored and played games, and of course, not spared a single second towards the thought of unpacking. Fuck that noise.

"Don't people usually mingle on cruises?" Keane asked, tone obvious that he was not terribly attached to the idea himself. Indeed, he had no problems in the world with his current company. Regardless of what he was saying, he was still heading them off towards the stairs. "Or, relax, and generally not try to conquer the world?" This question was mostly hypothetical. Had he meant it, he was reasonably sure that Res might have smacked him for suggesting such a silly idea.

"That just wouldn't be us," Res dismissed, shaking her head. "I like our way of doing things much better. Besides, I'm too white trash to know what you're supposed to do on a cruise. My guess would be force large groups of people to watch Titanic, and see how many piss themselves and cry." Blink. "Hey, that could be fun."