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[31 Mar 2009|06:26am] |
Who: Kaz and Open to a coffee buddy or two
When: About 8 in the morning
Where: Cyamites
Kaz was suitably impressed with the cleanup that the staff had done in such a short time. While Cyamites and most of the ship were still obviously recovering from last night's freak storm, as the crew were calling it, they'd managed to get it fairly cleaned up and functioning again in an amazingly short time. Tables and chairs were set up, the joe was flowing, and it was easy to pretend that nothing had happened for a few moments.
He'd been checked out by the staff, like everyone who'd been injured, but aside from stitching up his hand (and assuring him that he'd be playing his guitar again soon), he'd been one of the extremely lucky ones. He'd tried going to bed and sleeping a bit, but it wasn't happening. He tossed and turned until sunrise, then gave up. He'd finally cleaned himself up and made himself semi-presentable, and while he wasn't particularly hungry, he'd decided to see if he could scrounge up some coffee.
Sitting in Cyamites now, Kaz looked out at the water. It looked very calm and peaceful, and while the skies were still cloudy, it was hard to believe that just 6 or 7 hours ago, this ship had gone through what it had. He sat there sipping his coffee, his notepad and pen beside him, hoping for some inspiration from this whole mess, but nothing came to him. Instead, he just watched the people who, like him, seemed to just be waking up from a horrible nightmare.
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[31 Mar 2009|08:38am] |
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Who: Graham Shephard (closed)
When: 4ish in the morning
Where: His suite Now this was a story. How many journalists got to go through a storm like that at sea? Really, the odds were incredible if you sat down and actually tried to figure them out. He’d managed to hang on to his chair and keep from hitting any walls. Other than a nasty bruise on his hip and shin, he was in decent shape, all considered. Although, come morning, or later in the morning as the case may be, his arms and shoulders were sure to make themselves known in a spectacularly uncomfortable way.
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