Who: Ronnie, OTA, different threads for different times of day welcome. What: Open for business, trying to sort out everything he wasn't involved in before. Where:Security Office. When: Most of the day.
Ronnie rubbed his eyes, looking at the tons of paper in front of him and feeling utterly hopeless. He'd spent the morning looking up all of the security protocols and actions he hadn't been trained on, doing what he could to learn everything, then brought up a passenger list and reviewed it to understand who was missing. Not that it was current.
Shoving the papers over he took out a map of the ship, having marked all of the crew areas that he'd found barricaded, and in between dealt with the people who were coming to him looking for help. He couldn't do much, especially in the dark about many things that were being alluded to in various posts on the ship's network, but first he had to get everything semi organized before he could even have a prayer of doing anything.
Not that one security office with hundreds of passengers could do anything, anyway, but still....
He leaned back, letting out a defeated sigh. His father would be able to handle this so much better than he could. If he could have only one thing at this point it would be ten minutes with his old man now.