Who: Apollo (Narrative) What: Apollo does not like this one bit. Alaska is le scary When: Day 1 on their way to Alaska Where: Deck Rating: low
Apollo wanted off of this ship right now.He had tried to stay in Vancouver telling the cruise line that he'd simply wait for them in the city until they returned, but when the ship started to depart, he was magically poofed back onto the ship. The poofing was disconcerting so much as the whole 'back on the ship' part which Apollo did not wan to be.
Alaska was entirely out of the reach of the gods and that meant that Apollo had no idea what to expect there. He did not feel safe, especially as a mortal. He was apparently boarding with an Angel from that monotheist religion which was great and everything except why and how would an angel help protect a pantheon god? The answer, he would not.
So he was doing what any respectable ancient being in a teenage mortal body would do - he was complaining to the manager. Well, the ship’s second in command, really.
“We need to turn around. Don’t you understand? Alaska is dangerous! And it’s cold! Why on Earth would any decent cruise want to go to such a terrible place? Are you trying to get us all killed?
Apollo found himself with a door slammed in his face. “Hello?!” He knocked on the door, then banged on the door. “I AM NOT DONE EXPLAINING WHY WE ARE IN IMMINENT PERIL!”
Why would no one listen to him?
Dejected, he turned away from the door, looking like they were about to hit an iceberg only they were about to pass from BC to Alaska. Oh good. He was going to die on the sea. Poseidon and Hades would have something to laugh about together.