Wait.. where'd the lights go? 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.
Voices murmured around about the power, more curious than concerned, thankfully. When the emergency lights came on and the instructions came via intercom more talking happened but there seemed to be more excitement and some disappointment that the party was effectively over. Micah went around the bar and found the flashlight. He flashed it in the air a couple times. "Alright everyone! Don't worry! The party isn't over. Let's all head to Circean Delight and get some drinks okay?" He smiled brightly, though he knew people probably couldn't see it. Guests started milling toward the exit and one of the bartenders waited at the exit with another flashlight to lead the way. He'd pick up the rear.