Who: Maddie and Eve
Where: Cymaeties
When: Late afternoon

Maddie needed to sober up before her patrol shift that evening. Especially since everybody was still scattered all over the boat, which meant she had to have all of her wits in order. Not that she'd gotten even remotely drunk. A bottle of Jack over the entire day had barely given her a buzz. But even her alcoholic daddy had never hunted and drank. He'd taught her that nobody who was drinking should handle guns.

Which somebody ought to tell their self-appointed fearless leader. His coffee had smelled like it was mostly whiskey instead of coffee, even from halfway across the room. Of course, he was so fucking Irish she expected shamrocks to explode from his ass. So go figure.

Taking a long drink from the extra large cup of strong black coffee she'd gotten. Maddie didn't do that expresso shit. Give her strong black coffee with enough sugar in it the spoon stood up in the cup and she was a happy woman.

Or reasonably happy. She'd be a whole lot happier if they could get into engineering, this cruise to ended or something fucking happened. Anything, at this point.

Who: Savannah and Eve
Where: Cult
When: An hour before sunset

( Don't go around tonight/It's bound to take your life )

Who?: Ella and Eve
When?: best guesstimate is around 2pm
Where?: Pool on H Deck

Ella had the "Keep swimming! Keep swimming!" jingle in her head from Finding Nemo. She had no clue where that came from. But, it made her want to swim. So, she donned a light pink tiny bikini and headed to the pool. She ordered a Strawberry Daiquiri from the bar before picking her chaise lounge and spreading out her towel. The sun wasn't directly overhead, but Ella slathered on some sunscreen anyway. She had her large sunglasses on and set about relaxing by the pool.

Who: Kevin and Eve
When: about 3pm
Where: Spa deck

Kevin had needed a break. He was still working at about half his normal crew, although a couple more had managed to run out of excuses today. Enough that he could afford to take a reasonable break from prep and attend the meeting with the Captain. Which hadn't been terribly reassuring. He barely believed even the things he'd said, much less the things others had said. He'd headed up to the spa deck for a bit of sun and a good smoke before heading back down and thrashing the help.

It hadn't helped his mood when he'd been sitting there, innocently enjoying a cigar, and been unceremoniously bonked on the back of the head by a bowl from above. "Oi!" He'd shouted up at the sky. "Who threw the bloody bowl?" Grumbling, he looked briefly at the bowl and tossed it aside. "Bad enough we don't know where the fuck we are," he grumbled. "Now I have to deal with flying dishware again." He leaned back in one of the deck chairs, keeping an eye on the skies as he puffed on his cigar.

Who: Savannah, Eve
When: 1 PM
Where: On Deck

( So what you wanna do? Come walk in my shoes and see the way I'm living if you really want to. )

Who: Eve and Jack
When: Some time in the early morning
Where: The magnificent Cloud Nine (it's Jack's room)
Warning: NSFW, apparently.

Eve had been able to guess what was coming her way even before the doctors took a look at her. Bandages and concussion watch, which meant no sleeping for twenty-four hours, which meant exacerbated exhaustion and possibly hallucinating. If she really got that desperate, that was.

Jack, being the caring soul he always was, did not leave her side for a minute; and he even offered to stay with her throughout the sleep deprivation period, just in case anything got worse. Once they started wondering where to go do this, Eve immediately thought of her own room, where baggy, comfortable clothes would be. But then, she remembered the numerous sculptures that had decorated her room so beautifully. They would be completely shattered on the floor.

( However... )

Who: Anyone and everyone in Circean Delight!
When: Starting at the stroke of midnight
Where: Circean Delight

The show had gone very well, and Muse was infinitely pleased. The crowd had been great, and very receptive, and there had even been people standing and dancing. (Muse hated when people sat through concerts. If she wasn't pulling people out of their seats, she didn't feel like she was doing her job properly.) She was happy, and comfortable, and felt like she had done a good job - and looked good doing it. She wore a long, flowing fuchsia dress, decorated with outlines of black flowers, and of course, Muse always performed in bare feet. Perhaps she'd rethink that policy by the end of the night.

"5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Happy New Year!" she lead the countdown, beaming happily as confetti fell from the ceiling and people kissed. She'd been scanning the audience looking for a suitable guy to get a kiss in herself, when there was a horrible rumble, and the floor seemed to fall out from under her feet. She didn't scream, perhaps because she was far too confused to even consider it. She wasn't sure what was happening, but she wasn't on her feet anymore, and - BAM. Her body slammed into a wall and she winced, suddenly feeling extremely light headed...

Who: Eve and Jack
Where: Jack's room, then somewhere with food
When: The morning after, although in reality it is closer to noon.

( It really felt like the best night of sleep ever )

Who: Jack and Eve
When: After the after-party, at about 12pm
Where: H Deck, outside Jack's room (and then inside)
Warning: NSFW!

( Onto the fluffy pillow )

Who: Open!
When: After 10
Where: Ossa

Muse was greatly enjoying her night as a fairy. She just loved her costume, it was so cute and tiny, and most importantly, sparkly. She wore a little blue and yellow corset, and a tiny, poofy skirt layered in lime green marquisette and chiffon, and decorated with little yellow and blue flowers. She wore matching flowers in her hair, and had covered every square inch of exposed skin with a shimmery glitter lotion. Now if she could quit poking people in the face with the giant blue butterfly wings she wore, she'd be in business!

She'd decided to go to the after-party at Ossa, feeling that they played the better dance music. And right now that was all she really wanted to do. She knew she should have been resting up for the concert tomorrow, but... what was the fun in that?

Who: Ball Attendees
When: Early evening
Where: Circean Delight

( Cinderella, can't you see I don't want your company? )

Who: Eve and Jack
Where: The Splash Park, Arete Deck
What: Because jumping off the ship might kill them, they're trying some other adrenaline pumping water activities instead
When: Mid-afternoon

( It wasn't long after this that she stripped out of her white cotton dress, throwing it on something not far from there, and ran to one of the tubes. )

Who: Eve and Graham
Where: Circean delight
When: dinner time

( The maitre'd attended to her request, and she was seated. She ordered a raspberry martini and waited. )