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EVENT [05 Apr 2009|02:14am]
By 4 PM, Circean Delight's decor is more sparse than usual, but the premier restaurant has been once again deemed safe, and the doors open for cruise-goers and staff alike to gather and hear the announcements to be given by the cruise director. Once the floors fill up, the cruise director - who the captain introduced to the ship on the first night of the voyage, before his speech - takes the stage. Her name is Nina R. Brown, and she has many jobs on the ship - primarily events planning, and is in charge of staff. Most of the staff would have never actually met her, however, and would have dealt with various managers instead.

Her announcements are found by many to be... perhaps, a bit less than inspiring. Thankfully, she doesn't waste a lot of time, and jumps right to the thick of it.

"As you all know, yesterday we passed through stormy waters. Evasive maneuvers were taken to avoid what was the eye of the storm, as is typical for this type of voyage. We had no word that this storm was anything greater than a minor disturbance; it is not uncommon for cruiselines to alter course to avoid storms, and we are not traveling in the storm season for this area. While our crew's data said we were on the safest route, we inadvertently made way straight into the worst of it.

'The storm knocked out all communications, including emergency radio. We are, at this point, cut off from the main land. We do, however, have every reason to believe that while our computers and radar are down, we still will show on that of the Coast Guard. We believe it will take less than twenty-four hours for emergency help to come, at which point, all those who have been seriously injured will be airlifted to the nearest hospital. In the meantime, we are continuing back on course for Bermuda, as it is the closest port."

There are mixed reactions in the crowd at this point, from horror to outrage to simple grumbles of annoyance. Ms. Brown continues on.

"At this time, we are perfectly safe! The storm is over, and we have had no data or intelligence suggesting anything but clearer skies from here on out. Last night was a horrific tragedy, but we are all very fortunate! We have had no deaths related to injury, and we expect none. There are, however, twelve people who are still unaccounted for. They are: Naima Alan, Mason Child, Cameron Farley, Jesse James, Samantha James, Bianca Jones, Louis Jones, Zorah Lee, Azi Loka, Sasha Miaso, Melissa Montgomery, and Bob Widmore. At this point they are simply unaccounted for - if you are one of the unaccounted for persons, please make yourself known to a crew or guest services member. If they have not been found by the time communications are back online or we receive word from the Coast Guard, we will follow all proper procedure in reporting them missing. At this point, all we can do is continue to search the ship."

At this point there is a ripple of emotion in response, but Ms. Brown presses on, speaking over it.

"All of us at Odyssey Lines are very sorry for the inconvenience and trauma you have all experienced. We will strive to compensate you all on the rest of this voyage, and will do our best to make sure you are all cared for and comfortable. However, at this time, I am not able to answer questions directly. Please address any concerns, questions, or complaints with guest services, and we will do our best to address all concerns in a timely manner. Thank you." She then makes a very swift (and perhaps, wise) exit.

A particularly observant person might notice the way many of the crew seem uneasy - or even surprised - at Ms. Brown's announcement, but none will say anything against it, or in fact, anything but what has already been said. At some point in the day, guest services will contact family members of any missing persons and offer full support and services, and ask if there is anything they can do.

By dinner time, all restaurants have been cleaned up and are serving again - at no cost. Staff on the clock are encouraged to be as comforting and optimstic as possible. Communications stay offline.

The curious thing that Ms. Brown failed to mention is the fact that not a single clock on the ship can be found that works anymore. Every clock has stopped at twelve, and all digital clocks died entirely. All one can really do is guess the time by the position of the sun - though that's a lot more difficult than it should be. Something weird is going on....

It is still A-OK to write and continue scenes that happen before 4 PM. At this point, you can write scenes and journal entries at any point in the current gameday.
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Prep work [05 Apr 2009|02:57pm]
Who: Kevin and open to Lilo, Nik, and anyone else who wants to help out.
Where: Galley, Circean Delight
When: About 4:30, after the big announcement

Kevin paced back and forth in the open area outside the kitchen that he had designated the "smoking area." Miz Brown's little announcement had done little to calm anyone down, and the staff wasn't getting any more information than the passengers were. In addition, despite his posting on the ship's message board, several of his brigade had informed him that they would not be working tonight due to injury. It had been him, Melanie, the nurse who'd been assigned to keep him awake, and a couple of other busboys who'd suddenly found themselves promoted to commis chefs doing all the prep work today. Not. Happy. At. All. A couple of passengers had volunteered to help and he had reluctantly accepted, although not knowing their true skill levels made him antsy. Still, stiff upper lip and all that. He'd told them to meet him after the "meeting", but God only knew if they would actually show up. He leaned against the wall, smoking and absentmindedly checking his watch out of habit, even though he knew by now that the bloody thing was busted. If no one showed soon, he'd just have to press on and hope for the best, and the first passenger to complain about slow service would get a breadstick shoved down their gullet.
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I Wish You Were Here [05 Apr 2009|10:10pm]
Who: Jamie - Open
Where: Circean Delight
When: After the 4 PM announcement

The place was mostly cleaned up and perfect again but still, he looked. )
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Thinking gets you tired. [05 Apr 2009|10:19pm]
Who: Iosef (solo at first), Phoenix
When: After 4pm
Where: His bedroom

Iosef almost didn't want to go to the announcement thing, but then he came to think it would be pretty damn stupid not to listen to what the people responsible for the ship had to say.
Once he was there, with all those people, he felt a little claustrophobic for a minute. Nothing like he'd felt the night before, of course, but the more he listened to the woman speaking about the incidents as if she was speaking about shopping lists or bedspreads - the most trivial and meaningless things he could think of at the moment - the more he wanted to disappear.

Unaccounted for he believed she'd said. )
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Recentering herself. [05 Apr 2009|11:20pm]
Who: Lottie and Open
When: 5:30 pm
Where: Circean Delight


Initially, she hadn't been too worried about the storm. Lottie may have been on a cruise, as perfect as the situation was, but the weather couldn't always promise to be as perfect. So she did her best to ignore the spattering of rain on the portholes as she closed shop on the Golden Apple, her mind on her plans for the evening. It was New Year's Eve, and what better way to spend it than enjoying some chill rock music in Cult of Dionysus.

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What the hell is happening? [05 Apr 2009|11:49pm]
Who: Lucy (solo)
When: Starting at 9pm until after midnight
Where: her room

The hell? )
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