Oblivion ::: An Original RP

Who: Micah, Brontë and OPEN When: 8:15 pm
Where: Ossa - on way to Circean Delight

Things were going well. Micah was having a good time. The 90's costumes were classic and while a lot of people managed to slip 80's in as well, Micah didn't care. The point of the party was to have people dress up and have fun. Mission accomplished. He was sitting at the bar, nursing his only drink for the evening when the power went out. He blinked his eyes, confused. Micah had been on a lot of cruise ships and the power was usually the least of the problems people ran into. Odd.

( Where's that flashlight? )

Who: Res and Keane
When: 8:15pm and on
Where: Mostly Res' room

Res had spent some time in the gym during the evening, and upon returning to her room, she'd headed immediately to hop in the shower. She was just rinsing off when the power went out. She stared at nothing in the darkness, standing under the stream of hot water while she waited for it to come back on. A few flickers, and then out for good. "Well... shit," she mumbled, blinking some more at a whole lot of nothing. She put the soap down, not noticing as it slid off the rim of the tub and onto the floor. She leaned down to turn the water off, and promptly moved to step out of the tub.

Gravity immediately bitch-smacked her. "OOHHHHH SHIT!"

( Gravity: 1. Res: 0. )

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: 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: Alex and Caro
When: During the blackout
Where: Circean Delight

( Flirting and beer. )