| getting to know each other |
[26 Apr 2009|05:18am] |
Who: Big ass group scene
When: Guestimated at 10
Where: Tyche's Favor
Res had realized that they really needed to work out a better way of telling time - or at least, guestimating it. A sundial wasn't going to work. Maybe if they were here long enough and they got bored enough someone would work at making an hourglass. But for now, it was guessing. And her aim was to get fucked up enough not to care about things like keeping track of time for a while.
She felt dressed to kill. She wasn't the sort of person that dressed in layers for strip poker, there was no balls in that. She wore a stretch canvas laced bustier top with strap and buckle fastenings, a tiny ruffled grey skirt with a black garter belt over it, black fishnets, and combat boots. She had a leather jacket, but had slipped it off and over her chair as soon as she sat down at the table. She had dragged Keane along, and as they waited for everyone to arrive, she started combining decks of cards. Judging from the journal a lot people were going to be coming.
And getting naked.
|
|
| Confessing His Sins |
[26 Apr 2009|03:02pm] |
Who: Cath, Peter
Where: Chapel
When: Mid evening (8pm-ish)
Cath's purpose in the chapel was twofold. One, he hadn't heard nor seen hide nor hair of the priest, and was a bit concerned. The last thing they needed was the man of God disappearing. That'd cause a huge panic, especially amongst the more religious and superstitious onboard. And Cath liked the man, they obviously shared many common interests. He couldn't discuss religion or history with Mae. Neither of them held her interest for long unfortunately.
( Forgive me Father, for I have sinned... )
|
|
| Inject Caffeine Into Your Veins |
[26 Apr 2009|10:24pm] |
Who: Mae, Open
Where: Cyamites. Again.
When: All day. Multiple threads welcome! Just state your time.
When Mae had said she would keep the coffee flowing to keep people awake, she was not lying. Mae had taken it upon herself to keep Cyamites up and running despite the dip in their staff. People would die without their caffeine. Or at least it would feel like it. The only time she left her station was to bring Cath some coffee or lunch... And his reading glasses much earlier. Oh that was so adorable when he had to be an old man.
But now she was behind the counter, handing a cup to a customer and sending the harried looking man on his way. For awhile there, she'd thought about promoting a free cup of coffee for an hour or so like Mary had done with liquor at the bar but... That would mean dealing with a whole ton of people. And honestly, Mae didn't want to do that.
So instead, it was normal coffee pouring. Just with way more annoyed people instead of jittery things more interested in the computers than their cups.
|
|
| sweet little sisters... |
[26 Apr 2009|10:47pm] |
Who: Allie and Abbie
When: Early afternoon, as soon as Abbie gets back to the room
Where: Their room
After waving goodbye to the kick-ass librarian, Allie let herself in the room she shared with her sister. Esper padded through the room to her water dish as Abbie let the door fall shut, noticing the inky handprint she left on the door. She shrugged. Oh well. "Yo." she lazily greeted her sister, before heading in the bathroom to wash her hands. Five minutes later the sink was half-black, as was a towel, but her hands and face were still pretty well covered. "...It'll wear off." she decided after looking in the mirror. Couldn't be any worse than grease or oil, right? Right?
She headed back into their room and headed over to her half of the room. Their first day on the ship she'd moved her bed a bit, and blocked off a huge chunk of floor space between the wall and her bed. That way the guinea pigs and bunny could run around without slipping out the door. Abbie headed over to pet them all, since the guinea pigs were squeaking up a storm, and looked around to see what Allie was up to.
|
|