Oblivion ::: An Original RP

Who: Tumbler Renegade (Keane, Res, and Chesh) and Danny
When: 11 PMish
Where: Cult of Dionysus

Tumbler Renegade played for nearly two hours. The first set went very well - for having to do a bunch of covers, they were still pretty energetic about it. And if anything good could be said about Res, she knew how to work a crowd and wrap it around her little finger. Sometimes she wished they had another guitar player so she could really work the stage, but at the end of the day, she loved her guitar too much to part with it. If anyone else got a bitchin' guitar solo she'd probably get jealous, anyway.

The set featured covers ranging from the Kooks, Cold, Dropkick Murphy's, and a few other gems. They squeezed in a few original songs, which seemed to go over well. The turn-out had been pretty impressive - it seemed like a lot of the ship turned up to see some live music. For their final song, Res started on the keyboards, playing a soft, Tori Amos-style cover of Smells Like Teen Spirit. On the second verse she switched to electric guitar and the band kicked in, and she had to say - they rocked the fuck out of it. When it was over she wasn't even feeling her bad ankle, she was fuckin' pumped. She always was after a good show.

Keane was much the same way. He was all smiles as he took his bass off and waved to the crowd. He reckoned he and his friends were in for a bit of partying now -- they deserved it, right? He certainly thought so! He swung his arm around Res' neck and started leading her towards the bar, while Chesh followed. "Brilliant," he told her, as he flagged down the bartender. "Now we're having some fun."

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: 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: 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: 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."