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At the Tumbler Renegade Concert [25 Mar 2009|05:19am]
Who: Lisa and open to everyone
When: 10:25 PM
Where: Near the pool-side stage on the H Deck


Waiting for the concert. )

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It's a dog's life [25 Mar 2009|10:33am]
Who: Niles (solo)
Where: Megan's room
When: Dogs can't tell time, but it's dark and the boat is moving too much.

Woof. )
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[25 Mar 2009|08:23pm]
Who: Slav, OTA
What: The New Year's everywhere else looked fun
Where: Apollon Grace
When: Midnight and after
Rating: PG-13
Status: In progress
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[25 Mar 2009|08:43pm]
Who: Rita, OTA
What: They had been sick to start with
Where: Medical Station
When: When the shaking finally stops
Rating: TBA
Status: In progress
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Broken [25 Mar 2009|09:20pm]
Who: Everybody
Where: Cult of Dionysus
When: Beginning at Midnight

Death is beautiful upon the broken shards of a thousand shades of glass. )
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Good boy... [25 Mar 2009|09:50pm]
Who: Megan and Niles
Where: Gaia
When: Starting just before midnight.

Right now, Megan was very much a disapproving rabbit. She'd finally gotten the goddamn medicine from the infirmary and had gone back to her room and settled in for the night, dozing off while reading. It wasn't long though before she heard whimpering from beside her and a wet nose nuzzling her hand. "What the fuck?" she asked Niles, still in that weird place between sleep and awake. "You need to go now?" Niles kept whimpering, though. She'd been taking him to the balcony to do his business, but with the weather like it was, she wasn't daring. She got up and quickly put on her shoes and a robe before harnessing him up. "Come on. Let's put some more compost in the greenhouse."

Terror in the dark )
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TIME UPDATE [25 Mar 2009|10:05pm]
DATE: Friday, January 1, 2010.

WEATHER: See events.

EVENTS: 5... 4... 3... 2... 1! All through-out the ship the clocks count down, and finally, the clock strikes midnight! Confetti falls from ceilings and champagne bottles are popped open as people get on with the festivities. Within sixty seconds, all hell breaks loose.

One second, things are fine. There is no visibility through the storm if one looks out a window, and so no one has any way of knowing exactly what happened. But it is as if a massive wave hits the ship on the starboard (that is, right) side. That enough would be enough to do some damage, but in the next fraction of a second it feels as if the ship itself has been yanked to the southeast. All through-out the ship, anything that isn't bolted to the ground (and, naturally, anyone) is thrown to the port (left) walls.

Still under the grip of what could only be a massive wave, the ship rocks so far to the left that one may have fears of it actually tipping over. At the last moment, the ship rocks violently to the right, working to stabilize itself. This, of course, means that everything (and one) that was just thrown to the left? Is now thrown to the right. Things continue in this violent back-and-forth manner for what feels like an eternity, but in reality, can be estimated somewhere within the area of forty minutes to an hour. Only estimates are possible, as at the stroke of midnight, every clock (including personal watches!) stop.

Either way, in the grand scheme of things, the contents and passengers of the ship have a very volatile time. Towards the end, some may get the feeling that the ship is in a cyclone. But when the dangerous rocking stops - it stops. And many may perhaps find this to be the most disturbing event of all. As the ship was rocking back and forth, no single go was any less violent or steep than the other. But as the last wave passes, the ship goes from being at at least a sixty degree angle, to dead center and perfectly calm. The storm stops. The ocean stills. Clouds can still be seen in the sky, but all is still and quiet. The only evidence that there had ever been a storm is the debris of destruction in the ship.

With the chaos passed, members of the crew spring to action, and try to help passengers in any way possible. As the medical station is too small for all the injuries there are bound to be, the injured are taken to Apollon Grace. Of course, any life-threatening injuries there may be will have first priority, and will be taken to the medical station for immediate treatment. Otherwise, the doctors and nurses will take patients to the station in turns.

If asked, no member of the crew can say what just happened, only that they must have stumbled into the eye of a freak storm. And if nothing else, by the time people return to their rooms, they are bound to have questions.

Every clock has stopped (digital clocks would have gone dead entirely). The internet is out. The phones will only call other rooms on the ship. And for those who could afford to pay the outrageous international calling fees on their cellphones, no luck. Every cellphone on board is dead. Every means of off-ship communication is gone. Additionally, no television stations are coming in. If asked, the crew will explain that many systems are down due to the storm, but they will work to have everything back up and running as soon as humanly possible.

The house-keeping and maintenance staff is put to work immediately, the priority being in making rooms safe again (as things like broken glass can be found everywhere). It's also announced that any able-bodied staff member who would like to volunteer to help the clean-up crews will be compensated with triple overtime. By six AM, the grand buffet and Eurycleia's Cafe are cleared for public use, and through-out the day other rooms follow (though the night clubs Ossa and Sing the Rage are considered lowest priority). As the sun comes up, the sky is still overcast, but the sun is shining.

The crew do their best to reassure fears, but by early afternoon, there is still no outside communication. And unfortunately, they don't know when it will be back. It is announced that the cruise director will be publicly addressing all problems in Circean Delight at 4 PM.

NOTICE: This game-day is going to have an event that advances the time along. Please do not play scenes that take place after 4 PM.

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it begins [25 Mar 2009|10:07pm]
Who: Leto and Levon
When: Around midnight
Where: the lobby

As predicted, Levon had tried to stay awake, but ultimately clunked out just shy of midnight. Smiling faintly to herself, Leto held him to her chest, and carefully made her way through the aisle inside Apollon Grace to head for the lobby, and therein, the elevators. He'd be mad, but maybe he'd make it next year.

She yawned slightly, not having had the benefit of a nap earlier in the day like her son had. She was just about ready for bed herself. She didn't mind not doing anything special for New Years, she got most of her partying out of her system when she was younger. Right now, bed sounded just as appealing as a party. You're getting old. she told herself, as she hit the button for the elevator. Somewhere in the distance, she could hear the countdown begin. No, I'm not. I'm a mom. She was okay with that.

Crash. )
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flash flood [25 Mar 2009|10:07pm]
Who: Any and all at the Tumbler Renegade show!
When: Midnight and on
Where: H Deck pool and stage area

"5... 4... 3... 2... 1! Happy New Year!" Res shouted, throwing an empty bottle of water into the crowd. Confetti was being thrown in every which way, and she held the microphone as she cheered. As she did, she faced Keane and leaned in to give him a quick, friendly kiss. Okay, she was a sucker, but it was New Year's. Had to be done.

The problem was that when she did it, the fucking floor started to mutiny. At first she thought her head was playing tricks on her, but then everything started to tilt and people started screaming.

It affected the water first, and it burst through the glass floor, splashing everywhere. Res felt a jolt from the mic, and pain coursed through her body. When she was a little more coherent, she'd probably realize that she owed Keane a beer.
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ballroom blitz [25 Mar 2009|10:08pm]
Who: Anyone and everyone in Circean Delight!
When: Starting at the stroke of midnight
Where: Circean Delight

The show had gone very well, and Muse was infinitely pleased. The crowd had been great, and very receptive, and there had even been people standing and dancing. (Muse hated when people sat through concerts. If she wasn't pulling people out of their seats, she didn't feel like she was doing her job properly.) She was happy, and comfortable, and felt like she had done a good job - and looked good doing it. She wore a long, flowing fuchsia dress, decorated with outlines of black flowers, and of course, Muse always performed in bare feet. Perhaps she'd rethink that policy by the end of the night.

"5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Happy New Year!" she lead the countdown, beaming happily as confetti fell from the ceiling and people kissed. She'd been scanning the audience looking for a suitable guy to get a kiss in herself, when there was a horrible rumble, and the floor seemed to fall out from under her feet. She didn't scream, perhaps because she was far too confused to even consider it. She wasn't sure what was happening, but she wasn't on her feet anymore, and - BAM. Her body slammed into a wall and she winced, suddenly feeling extremely light headed...
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Color of Jade [25 Mar 2009|11:39pm]
Who: Gor (solo)
Where: Gor's bedroom
When: Midnight

In which Gor suffers a tragedy which really does not compare to everyone else. )
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