| Bit of Brekky |
[20 Apr 2009|10:08am] |
Who: Jean, Open
When: 9ish in the morning
Where: H Deck (Wisteria Pool)
Jean had decided to take Nikko out for a short walk. His broken leg wasn't so bad he couldn't bear weight on it and it was right hard for the huge, energetic beast to be laid up all day. They took it slow and stopped by the Grand Buffet for brekky.
Now he was sitting at a small table on the deck, undeterred by the heavy fog looming about. He was on second plate of food, which was a bit odd for him. Normally, he forgot to eat breakfast entirely, but he was sharing with Nikko, who ate like a bloody horse. The Great Dane was lounging half under his chair, most of his way through a banger. Maman had never approved of the English's heavy breakfast foods, but he loved them. That said, there was a couple of sweet rolls on his plate as well. He loved pastries as well.
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[20 Apr 2009|06:18pm] |
Who: Ashley, open.
When: 10PM-ish.
Where: Cult of Dionysus.
Ashley emerged from his cabin, having memorized the exact expression of every Greek mask on its walls, to discover that he hadn't the faintest idea what was going on on this vessel. Sure, the storm had shook his room the same as anyone else's, but he'd chalked that up to life on the high seas. He'd never been on an ocean voyage before and, in an effort to keep from developing a nervous ulcer, he'd convinced himself that these things happened. Clocks stopped working. Ships meandered on and off course. It was all part of the authentic maritime experience. And, so long as he didn't think too hard about it, that explanation kept him happy.
Speaking of keeping himself from thinking too hard...
He sat down at the bar of the Cult, a dirty gin martini in one hand and a cigarette in the other. With its classic interior and live music, Ashley had decided that this would be his on-board haunt almost immediately. There was nothing like sticking to a routine to keep the mind content, after all. Sipping at his drink, his pale face growing paler by the second, he wondered how the rest of the passengers did it. The ship's movement didn't even seem to phase them. Perhaps it was all in his head. Perhaps when they reached the dock in Bermuda, he'd still be wobbling around. A life spent seasick on solid ground. Oh, God.
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| No Day But Today |
[20 Apr 2009|07:20pm] |
Who: Nik, Zoe
When: 7pm ish
Where: The Titans
Content: NSFW
Zoe might have felt a bit guilty for basically browbeating Nik with zen dharma and using his brother against him if he wasn't being so damned...well, stupid. Stupid was the only way she could describe it. His whine about being upset because he'd suddenly discovered he wasn't dead had been the straw.
( Get the moonlight out of your hair )
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| Happy hour! |
[20 Apr 2009|08:41pm] |
Who: Mary and open to singles or groups
When: 9pm
What: Mary's doing her job, providing liquid joy to everybody.
(It's not absolutely pressing, but please indicate the time your character/group is coming, because Mary can't serve them all exactly at the same time - though she can overlap some, she's an extremely skilled bartender. Fast ,too.) :)
( Happy hour, you morose f*cks! )
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| Arsenal |
[20 Apr 2009|11:48pm] |
Who: Res and Keane
When: Through-out the day, early evening
Where: All over the place
Keane was a man with a mission. He'd done a lot of asking around, and had finally gotten someone to admit something. They couldn't find Nina. That was a fucking bombshell. Now, he had to enlist Res. Which was a bit of a daunting task, considering she'd been in a bit of a Mood for a while now. He wasn't quite sure why either, she wasn't talking about it. Nevertheless, armed with new information, he tracked her down.
Res was in a mood, a highly unpleasant one, and had been ever since talking to Nik. Fucker. Fuck him and his fucking... fucker-ness. Why did she even bother? Oh yeah, because he'd completely freaking blindsided her. That wasn't supposed to happen! Having been an absolute bitch to anyone who so much as looked at her all day, Res had found a shady corner on one of the decks and had plunked there with her guitar. She saw Keane coming but kept strumming away, hoping he wouldn't press her again.
"Still Little Miss Sunshine, I see." Keane commented, taking his shades off and slipping them in his pocket. He pulled up a deck chair and sat down across from her, giving her a look to make sure she knew that no, he wasn't going to leave her alone this time. The girl needed something else to do but brood, if that was what she was doing.
( she's a time bomb, with her vibe on, she's gonna use it and surprise them; she's a time bomb, with her vibe on, they'll never know where she got her weapon... )
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