Oblivion ::: An Original RP

Who: Eddie and Lizzy
When: Lunch time
Where: Eurycleia's Cafe

So far Lizzy's day had been fruitful: Wake up, coffee, breakfast, coffee, wander, coffee, awkward conversation, more coffee. Now her stomach was telling her it was the time for the lunch portion of her day's festivities. Lucky for her, her wanderings had just happened to bring her upon Eurycleia's Cafe just as the rumblings in her stomach were starting to get annoying. Doubly lucky, while the cafe was busy this time of day, there just happened to be one nice little empty table which was just perfectly Lizzy-sized. She took her seat, looking around self-consciously at the tables around her as she noticed that they seemed to all be occupied by couples, families and other people who weren't solitary. Pity party, party of 1.

Who: Lizzy and Flint
When: around 3PM, December 27th 2009
Where: starting at Cyamites, D Deck

( a study in avoidance )

Who: Iosef and Helena
When: Let's say 8:10pm
Where: C-Deck (exterior)

Despite having liked the 90s as much as the next guy - even though he honestly didn't remember them all that much anymore - Ossa seemed to have become a bit too stuffy for Iosef's taste after a while. So, he decided to make his way down to the C-Deck and onto the exterior deck to partake in his most favorite past-time.

Once he got on the deck Iosef realized he wasn't alone, at least on that particular spot, and worst of all: There was a dog there. If humans could smell marijuana from miles away, imagine dogs. And it could easily go one of two ways: Either the dog smelled it and didn't care, or smelled it and got curious.

Sighing, Iosef leaned against the railings and, just to be polite, didn't move away from the girl (well, it also might have been because she was damn cute) with the dog. Instead, he smiled, nodded once and said "Evening."

Shortly after ten, the elevators roar to life and resume their paths to the nearest floor. Crew members are waiting for the occupants to apologize, and offer cards for free meals and spa treatments for the remainder of the cruise! Those on staff who were trapped are also offered these bonuses.

It's absolutely okay to continue threads still-trapped in the elevators. We just wanted to give everyone else a chance to move on.

Who: Keyuri and Flint
When: during the blackout
Where: far end of H Deck, at the pool

( watch where you're going )

Who: Kass and Mack
When: TBA
Where: Kitchens, Circean Delight

The menus of the second night, and day, of course, while not written with quite the same outside pressure for perfection as the first night's feast, were still crafted with Kassandra's dedication and exacting standards. The same exacting standards she held both her staff, and herself to.

Even while she kept an eagle eye on each station's activity, demanding the most from each individual within the kitchen, from the commis to the saucier to her sous chef, she spent the majority of her attention on her craft. On making each dish its own melody of flavors and textures, focusing her attention on the creation aspect, making it the absolute best it could be. As the Head Chef, she would have been well within her rights to simply supervise and create the actual design of the dishes they served without once touching the stove during the dinner rush. It held no appeal, in all honesty, she preferred being quite hands on, although it sucked up the majority of each of her days.

The garde manger, the chef in charge of 'cold food presentation,' as in salads and hors d'ouevres, wasn't paying enough attention for all of one moment, and tripped, dropping a tray of prepared blue cheese, dried cranberry and walnut bedecked salads, unintentionally tossing a wave of green all over the floor nearby.

Who: Danny and Delia
When: 6PM
Where: Delia's room
What: A bag of photographs.

( It was a question of being able to balance the two: the need to slam her against the wall and force feed her fucking principles through her smiling teeth... or that other thing. )

Who: Jakob and Leto
When: Shortly after 8:15pm
Where: Heading to Circean Delight

Levon had not been particularly thrilled when the lights went out. There had been a lot of screaming, actually. Leto had taken him out into the hall, only to hear that people were heading to Circean Delight. This was not high on Leto's list of priorities, but if it meant calming Levon down, that was what she was going to do.

The stairs had not been fun. Anyone who had ever said the stairs were the healthier alternative had never had to descend four flights of them with a screaming toddler on their hip. By the time she reached C Deck, she had just managed to calm him down (she was pretty sure he was at the point where he found the red lights fascinating), and then just like that, he was content as could be. Leto sighed heavily, and resisted the urge to just plunk down right there on the floor in the hallway. The things you put me through, my love... she thought, slowing her pace as she headed to the restaurant.

And then Levon spoke up, rather loudly, with clear amazement in his voice. "Look, Momma! A giant!"

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

( Flirting and beer. )

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: 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: 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?!"

Shortly after 8:15, the power on the ship begins to flicker - before going out entirely. Emergency lights flip on, but only cast a dim red light through the hallways and public rooms. A voice over the loudspeaker explains that the ship's electrical system is having technical difficulties, and that they will have the power back on as soon as possible. In the meantime, free drinks at Circean Delight in attempts to make up for the inconvenience. Many people are gathering there, where many candles have been lit, and the crew members have flashlights.

Unfortunately, the lights aren't the only thing affected by the blackout. All of the elevators freeze - and some of them have passengers. Stuck in one are Cary, Lily, and Ella. In another are Morgan, Nayan, and Brooklyn. In yet a third is Finn, Abbie, and Gor. The emergency phones in the elevator cars quickly ring to explain that they will be freed as soon as possible, but until then, there's nothing to do but sit tight and wait. The elevators are not particularly cramped, and there is enough room for three people to sit on the floor without getting in each other's space. In each elevator cart is a single dim and blinking red light coming from the ceiling. That should get old real fast...

To give this event time to play out, please do not play scenes that take place after 10 PM. Writing scenes that take place before the blackout is absolutely fine!

Who: Muse and Jaz
When: Ass o'clock am
Where: Muse's suite

Jaz wasn't sure how she'd ended up awake at 7 am after the night she'd had, but there she was, watching the numbers on the digital clock on the bedside change. It ended up working out, since she wasn't the type to hang around after a one night stand - it cleared up so much awkwardness if someone just left while the other was asleep. Since Jakob was asleep, that left her to vamoose. She slid out of bed and found her clothes, deliberately leaving her thong behind for Jakob to find when he woke up. Heels in hand, she crept silently from his suite and took a moment to scowl at the sunlight and enjoy the breeze.

Her first thought was I could really use some bacon, and her second was hahahaha holy shit I just spent all night fucking Jakob Overgaard. With the kind of grin that can only come from a really good night, Jaz changed course and headed over for the other VIP suite on that deck, where she promptly began banging on the door in a rhythm unconsciously similar to one of Muse's basslines.

( Squee! )

Who: Danny and Keane (aw hell, grab hold of your asses)
Where: the cult
When: 7pm abouts

Res and Keane were not the sort of people to go to 90s night at the pop club. Res had told him so earlier. Which -- to be honest -- suited Keane perfectly well. If they had gone, Res would have doubtlessly dressed up, and in general that tended to mean bad things. So yes -- sweet, blissful, ignoring of the theme night. Res had gone off to the gym, and while he had been invited to join her, Keane had declined, and taken to wandering on his own.

His wandering took him to the Cult, which was already one of Keane's favorite places on the ship. The band had done much of their rehearsing here, and it was here that he felt most comfortable. Maybe the most in his element, hell if he knew. There were some places on the ship he simply didn't feel comfortable walking in wearing an old sex pistols t-shirt and torn jeans. This place worked for him.

Keane took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink, though perhaps he wouldn't have if he realized who was sitting not so far away...

Who: Nayan and Morgan
Where: Arete Deck massage parlor
When: afternoon
What: Stress relief... we hope.


( Mrs. Bedeau liked to pretend that A: he was not Indian and B: that he spoke fluent French. )

Who: Delia and Danny
When: 11AMish
Where: Helios Deck

The ship was huge, there was no denying that and it was definitely grand, the first day had been spent being daughter to an Ambassador, to pretending everything was fine. One big happy family. When in reality Delia couldn't stand being around her father, or her mother. The only ones she could stomach were her brothers and that was because they understood, they were Cole children as well. They shared pain.

Today though, today was all hers and for the moment the work she'd brought along was pushed aside to make room for relaxation. No matter how fleeting it may be. Slowly Delia made her way through the ship, stopping to breathe in the salty sea air and enjoy the sunlight, but only momentarily, she had a destination in mind, a place she hoped would be relatively deserted at this time. Wrapped in a fuzzy bathrobe, Delia slunk on to the Sun Deck and glanced around, making sure there wasn't anyone around before slipping off the robe and settling into a lounger for some much needed sun.