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Who: Graham, Sean
When: 10:35 AM
Where: Cyamites Graham Shepherd thought the only thing worse than not having communication to get his story out was not having communication so he could call Katie. He hadn’t been able to wish her a proper Happy New Year, and now she might think he was forgetting her.
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| the awkward morning-after |
[13 Apr 2009|01:08pm] |
Who: Noah and Lynne
Where: Noah's room
When: Around 11am
( Awkward Moments )
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[13 Apr 2009|05:03pm] |
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At 2 PM, the ship slowly changes directions, doing a complete 180 over time. It is announced through-out the ship that the captain will be making an announcement in Circean Delight in thirty minutes.
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| in search of answers |
[13 Apr 2009|05:08pm] |
Who: The captain, and open to all!
When: 2:30
Where: Circean Delight
Captain Hill wore the expression of a heavily burdened man as he took the stage in Circean Delight, and waited for the crowds to settle. "Good afternoon," he started, speaking in a loud, clear voice. "As you may have noticed... we have altered course and switched directions. Our situation has not improved, and we have been forced to make the decision to turn back west, rather than continue on blindly. We believe this to be the best course of action, and we will undoubtably sail into familiar waters in a matter of days."
He paused, a flicker of something in his eyes, before pressing on. "At this point... I can take a few questions. I'm sure there are plenty."
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| Levels of fucked (and lack thereof). |
[13 Apr 2009|11:07pm] |
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Who: Res and Nik
When: Around 3
Where: sky deck
After happy answers-time with Captain Funtime of the ship of the damned, it was time to get some real answers. And not answers Keane's way, as he had gone to try and find someone who would give him slightly less diplomatic answers. Res was going to make her own answers. The question? Just how fucked were they?
She made a few stops around the ship for supplies for her little test, and then ended up going to the top deck. Too many people watching over her shoulder would get annoying, and surprisingly enough, nobody seemed to be in the mini-golf sort of mood. Gee, how surprising. So with her hands full of stuff, she plunked down and got to work.
First, a needle and a magnet. She used the magnet to magnetize the needle, then put it on top of a cork. Setting that aside for a moment, she uncapped a waterbottle and filled a dish. Setting that on the floor, she picked up her cork and needle. She knew this wouldn't be completely accurate - the method didn't work on smaller ships, at least. But would it on a bigger one? The day of the storm aside, Res had a hard time telling they were moving at all sometimes.
So, watching carefully, she carefully set the cork in the water. As it leveled, her makeshift compass began to spin. Res watched it with an unsurprised expression. "We are so fucked."
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