Oblivion ::: An Original RP

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: 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: Erik and Morgan
When: early afternoon
Where: Spa

Erik was in the spa waiting for his first appointment. They were already ten minutes late and he was tired of being cooped up so he grabbed his leather bound notebook and stepped out on the balcony adjacent to the spa, so he could still be within hearing distance if his client walked in. Resting his arms on the balcony railing, Erik opened his notebook and read back on his notes for his next erotica fiction novel, making a few changes here and there. Mostly though, his heart was heavy and his thoughts were consumed with missing his daughter. The ship had barely left and he already missed her so much. Erik lowered his head and his chest heaved in a massively sad sigh. He stared out at the ocean with unseeing eyes, completely regretting his decision to leave her with his sister.