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.