| Nothin' on my Mind |
[18 Apr 2009|01:38am] |
Who: Maddie, Open
Where: Cyamites
When: Noonish
Maddie was just kicking back, sipping some coffee (black with an obscene amount of sugar in it) and having a cigarette. She was glad to be feeling well enough to be out of her room. And hell, she felt pretty damned good after last night anyway.
Grinning to herself as remembered the night before, she took a long drag on her cigarette. This vacation wasn't turning out to be all bad. Now, she was just gonna relax. Later, she'd prowl around the boat for awhile. Maybe see what was happening at the clubs.
Tapping off the ash into the ashtray on her right, she sipped her coffee and just sort of looked around without even really seeing any of it. Just relaxing, her feet propped up on another chair at her table, letting the world go by.
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[18 Apr 2009|06:16pm] |
Who: Ronnie, Can be joined by anybody
Where: Thalia's Diner
When: The morning, after Ronnie's shift.
Ronnie sat at the counter in diner, frowning as he picked at his pancakes, mentally going over the most recent search he'd helped out on. It was so frustrating, looking throughout the gigantic ship and not finding anybody. And it wouldn't even be so bad if there were just the one or two groups disappearing, but his radio was constantly going off adding names and descriptions to the list of people he was supposed to look out for.
Not to mention the security staff that was vanishing. That gave Ronnie the creeps because they were all hyper aware at the moment, all on guard, but the three had just disappeared with no trace. He'd gone on patrol a few times with one, who'd seemed like a tough guy, and he didn't like to think about the circumstances under which the strong and intelligent man might have simply vanished.
He rubbed his eyes as he ate, knowing he should go back to his cabin, but loathe to leave the public. In all honesty he was scared about what was going on, even though he kept up the stoic and undisturbed face that he and the rest of the crew had been asked to. He was the security, after all, in charge of not only providing safety but giving the image of it to the passengers.
Still, he desperately wanted a beer.
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[18 Apr 2009|08:26pm] |
Who: Ella and Matthew
When: 5pmish
Where: Homer's Study
Rating: NSFW
Ella was feeling quite sexually frustrated. Slav was so full of hotness. So, Ella needed a distraction. She decided to go to the library because really? who can get in trouble in the library?!
Ella meandered between the tall bookcases. Her fingers trailed over the spines of the books as she browsed. Her long flowy white skirt was billowing out behind her. She was wearing a fitted lavender tank top and her hair was down and loose around her shoulders. She somehow found herself in the romance section. Of course. She made herself go back to the Mystery section. Not that she needed anymore mystery in her life aboard this ship, but it was much better than the alternative.
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[18 Apr 2009|08:59pm] |
Who: Sean, Molly, closed
Where: Medical
When: 7ish morning oneshot
This was insane. Chelsea he could almost accept. Doctors wanting to proclaim her a miracle aside, once in a proper hospital setting a reasonable explanation would be found. He removed Molly’s hand from fooling with her air cast. The hand no missing finger splints because ‘God had unbrokened them’.
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