Zania Castalia (ex_brokendol405) wrote in oblivionrp, @ 2009-01-06 13:35:00 |
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Current mood: | excited |
Entry tags: | stefan, stefan and zania, zania |
Unpacking
Who: Zania and Stefan
Where: Rooms 8204 & 8208
When: Morning
"Stef! Have you seen the tub!" Zania called, banging on the door that connected her room to his before bounding back off to the bathroom. Putting his name in for the cruise was the best thing that had ever happened to them. They'd never won anything and now this. This was absolutely amazing. The ship, the rooms, the tub... "The sink water sparkles!" she called with a grin. To say she was excited was an understatement.
Stefan glanced up from his suitcase at the door that connected his room to his sister's. He couldn't help but roll his eyes a bit, wondering if she really thought he'd be excited about a tub and sparkling water. His room was okay, he supposed. At least it wasn't bright and crazy. "I saw," he called back, shutting his emptied suitcase and setting it against the wall. "It's so amazing." The sarcasm dripped from his tone but he was grinning as he said it. She could be a pain in the ass sometimes - or all of the time - but her enthusiasm tended to rub off on him from time to time.
"Like you've ever stayed somewhere this fancy," she called back, perfectly in tune with his sarcasm. "Open up-- I wanna see your room." Zania was in no hurry to unpack. In fact, the idea of putting things away in drawers hadn't even occurred to her. She'd live out of her bag the entire trip if allowed to, regardless of what got wrinkled in the process.
He didn't need fancy anywhere he stayed. He was fine with a dingy motel as long as it had a roof that didn't leak. Cruise ships weren't for guys like him. They were for old people, honeymooners and gay men. Sighing, Stefan crossed the room to open his door for his sister. "It's got a theme. Why couldn't it just be a room with a bed, a couch and a shower? I'd be happy with that."
Zania's hands rested on either side of the door frame, waiting there for Stefan as he opened the door. "Unless your room is pink or rainbow, you don't have fuck to complain about," Zania said, looking up at him, then behind him into his room. "And look, it's blue. Don't put a damper on the fun-- we just got here!" Without waiting for an invitation, she slid around him into his room and began taking a look around. "It's the moon," she grinned. "Like mine is the sun. You think all the rooms are paired like this? Or just ours?"
"Lord, I hope it's everyone's." Because if other people had simple rooms, he wanted to trade. He peeked his head into Zania's room to sweep his gaze over the decor. The sun. And the moon. It made sense in a fairly weird way. "I'm not going to complain about my blue. I don't think I could handle the colors of your room, to be honest. They're too... happy and bright. Did you unpack?" He was already walking into her room to her things, knowing that she hadn't.
"Everything's dark when the lights are off," Zania shrugged. The yellow was bright, but it wasn't going to bother her when she was sleeping or anything. During the day it was energizing. Besides, if it really bothered her, she'd just hang out in his room-- which she was currently exploring. It was very similar to her own, the colors just a cool opposite. "I can do it later," she said, stepping towards the balcony to look outside. "We should explore the ship. There's some big dinner tonight and it'd be nice to find out where before hand, otherwise we might just get lost." Which could be a load of fun in itself.
He was already shifting through her things, pulling out what he felt needed to be put away. "It'll only take me a second," he said. She said she would do it later, but that meant it would never get done. "The ship will still be there in fifteen minutes. You could come help me, then I'll be done faster and we can get out of these rooms." The less time he spent hanging out in them, the better.
"Can't you just leave it?" she asked, turning from his balcony to return to her room. It didn't surprise her in the least to see him going through her stuff as if it were his own. "My clothes will still be here in fifteen minutes as well. And I've seen them before," she said, stepping up behind him, her arms wrapping around his waist. She might have peered over his shoulder, but she wasn't near tall enough. "Where should we go first? Are you hungry? We can always go get something to eat," she suggested.
Sighing again, he dropped a few articles of clothing back down in her bag and nodded. "Let's go explore," he said, patting her arm that was wrapped around him. "I'm going to let you lead the way though because I don't know the first thing about exploring a cruise ship." Not that Zania did either, but he imagined she would be more enthusiastic about the entire experience than he would be anyway.
"What's to know?" she asked, sliding her arms away to take one of his hands. "We start at the bottom and move to the top, right? Or we can go the other way, if you want. Which way first, up or down?" As she spoke, she grabbed her room key, sliding it into her pocket. She couldn't imagine she'd need anything else, especially for exploring.
"Oh, well... ah, top to bottom, I guess?" Did it really matter? Stefan followed her, deciding not to let his less than enthusiastic mood get to him. He didn't want to ruin her excitement over the entire thing. She needed this a hell of a lot more than he did, so Stefan figured he could at least pretend to be having a good time. "I could use some fresh air."
"You always have to want the opposite, don't you," she smirked, pulling him from the room. He needed this trip, needed to get out and meet new people and spend some time not worrying. He was always worrying on one thing or another, in her opinion. "Fresh air it is then. All the way to the top. Should we take the stairs?" she asked, looking between the stairs and the elevator as she hit the button. She'd be good with either. It was the decision that needed making, just because it was there.
Stefan shot her an exasperated look before he folded his arms against his chest. It was amusing and frustrating at times when she constantly asked him questions. The irrelevant ones like, start at the top or bottom? Stairs or elevator? Left or right? "You already hit the elevator button, honey, so we're taking the elevator. I don't really have a preference."
"Everyone has a preference. If you don't speak up, people will walk all over you," she pointed out, mirroring his stance. Zania could make a point by taking the stairs now, but it would be such a stupid point to make. She'd rather save the arguing for something she really wanted, which she was sure would come up when he preferred it not to. The elevator rang and she rolled her eyes. "Since you insisted," she grinned, leading the way onto the elevator.
"I've got preferences," Stefan countered. "But I generally don't sit around thinking about what I like better between elevators and stairs." He followed her into the elevator and hit the button for the top deck. "And if you're preaching preference as not to let people walk all over her, why do you keep asking me for my opinion?" To show her he was teasing, Stefan smiled at her. He didn't want to bicker over the small things, but he felt a bit jet lagged and exhausted from the traveling, and going through customs. He knew once he ate and showered he would feel more like himself.
"Because it's my job to keep you on your toes," Zania smirked. "If I didn't, someone else would, and they might trample you," she teased. Or he should know she was teasing. If he hadn't figured that out by now, he had more issues than choosing between the stairs and the elevator. "Anything specific you wanna do while we're here?" she asked. They had so many options that she didn't know where to start, but Zania was sure she'd cover them all in time.
"Touche," Stefan replied with a chuckle. She definitely kept him on his toes. It was exhausting sometimes, but she wouldn't be his sister otherwise. "I want to check out the casino. And then maybe find some hot chick in a bikini hanging out in one of the hot tubs," he said with a grin. Stefan reached out once the elevator came to a stop and the doors open to allow his sister to depart first. "What about you? Anything in particular you're itching to do?"
"Well, if you take one back to your room, just be sure the adjoining door is closed," Zania laughed. If he actually picked up a chick, then good for him. She was of the belief that he seriously needed to get laid... just as long as the girl didn't hang around. She had the tendency to run them off if they became clingy. "I wanna check out the club, see if there's any good dancing. The pool might be nice, though. I'm looking a bit pastey," she said, poking at her arm. "A bit of sun would be good."
"I promise I'll keep the door closed and locked. Maybe hang a tie on the doorknob so you know not to bother me," he offered with a grin. Not that he had any expectation of getting laid while on this ship. He was sure all the good looking, interesting girls would be with men. "We can catch a swim before dinner," he suggested, slipping an arm around her shoulder. "Then maybe duck into the casino for a bit, lose some money and then go dancing. How's that sound?"
"Who says we're gonna lose?" Zania grinned. A bit of gambling could be fun, though she intended to walk away with more than she came in with. Stefan really needed to learn to think positive when it came to those things. "I think that sounds like a plan," she said, her arm sliding around his waist as they strolled out onto the upper deck. It was quite a view from the top, and Zania brought her hand up to shield her eyes as the wind blew her hair back. There was so much to see, so much to do, and she couldn't wait to take it all in.