Oblivion ::: An Original RP

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."

Who: Lily, Cary and open
Where: 11th floor - Helios Deck (by the railings)
When: At about noon

Lily had never been to Miami. Really, she had never been anywhere the sun shined so brightly and lasted so long. It had been quite the sight to see, all things she had never really seen before other than on television or on the Internet. Sure, the days weren't all rainy back in Norwich, but the sun never stood a chance to shine so brightly there.

You could say Lily had been awestruck by Miami, the ocean and the sun; it was everything that Norwich or New York City weren't. So, after settling into her room, which she noticed was also somewhat of an extension of that sunshine she had taken to so much, Lily went out on deck. She wanted to breathe in the air and feel the rays of sunlight on her pale skin; right now it really didn't matter to her if she got sunburned. Even if it certainly would later, because a burnt skin didn't go well with her own general look. But the sun felt to Lily like some sort of sign, of new beginnings and brighter days. That was more important than any kind of look.

Who: Jakob and Anna
Where: H deck pool
When: Early afternoon

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Who: Sophie and John
When: Mid-morning
Where: Their room

Sophie had been initially a little peeved when she'd heard that there were two VIP suites on board the ship and she hadn't been given one, but it swiftly dissipated upon seeing the suite she'd been assigned. Four bedrooms and classy, it had everything she could possibly have wanted for her home away from home while cruising to Bermuda and back. Their bags had already been delivered by the porters, and she set her purse down on the kitchen counter as Sarah made noises about heading off to book the spa appointments Sophie was interested in.

"This is actually really great," she told John, cradling Lola as she took a slow look around the living area. She'd bypassed the two bedrooms off the front entry; they weren't the master so she didn't much care. The tiny Yorkie looked to be exhausted from the trip from hotel to ship, and was content to stay nestled in Sophie's arms, little body dishrag-limp with relaxation and eyes half-closed. She peeked in the fridge, beaming at the selection of all her favorites - Fiji water, fresh fruits and vegetables, a few other guilty-pleasure snacks she indulged in occasionally - and looked at the bar with approval. Not that she was the type for loud indulgent parties in her room - that's what the clubs were going to be for - but the option to stay in and drink was one she appreciated. "I totally expected places on this ship to be... oh, I don't know," she said, waving a hand idly. "More... nautical. Thank God it's not, I so don't do gold-embroidered anchors or whatever."

Flashing a grin back at John, she meandered into the master bedroom and paused for a moment to sigh happily. She could see the jacuzzi tub from where she stood - check - and set Lola down on one of the pillows covering the big bed as she danced to the balcony doors and pulled them open to let in the sun and sea air. If there was one thing Sophie had quickly grown to love while living in L.A., it was the smell of the ocean that permeated the air whenever one was close enough to the beach to escape the smog that usually covered the city. "Perfect," she pronounced. "Even though it's not labeled VIP, it's probably one of their secret VIP suites. You know, so people can't figure out where you're staying and mob the doors."

Who: Danny and Keyuri
Where: Eurycleia's Cafe
When: Morning
What: (mis)communication

( Some things are universally understood. 'The Finger' is one of them. )

DATE: Saturday, December 26th, 2009

WEATHER: Hot and sunny!

EVENTS: The Nausicaä leaves port at 9 AM without a hitch. Each passenger (or party of passengers) are checked in and shown their room by a crew member, and then left to settle and do what they will. Staff have spent the past few days learning the ropes and are already familiar with the ship in some way. Everyone is invited to dinner at Circean Delight tonight, where the captain is expected to make some sort of welcoming speech. Bon voyage!