Who: Lottie and Alex
Where: H deck, back pool
When: 1 pm ish

Unnngh. It was about the only thing that was making any sense in Lottie's brain. She had had far too much to drink the night before, and shed way too many layers of clothing at the poker game. She could vaguely remember that she had been smart enough to step out of the game after her brassiere had gone missing, but... she had seen enough skin to last her a lifetime. Not that the men and women she had been playing with hadn't all been beautiful, but some had no shame!

Who: Miguel, Jack, Lottie
Where: Thalia's Diner
When: Guesstimated at dinner time
What: A reunion and a little playing teacher

Who: Lottie, Miguel
When: 9 pm
Where: The Golden Apple

Her chewing gum snapped between her teeth as she flipped the page of the fashion magazine she was perusing, looking rather bored about it all. In fact, she was, because no one came to shop at nine at night, at least not on a cruise ship. Thankfully the shop was only open for another hour... speaking of, she needed to get organizing the shelves for the next morning, or "zoning," as her manager called it.

With a definitive sound, she closed the magazine and stepped off of the barstool she was perched on, standing and raising her arms above her head in a stretch. Reflexively Lottie pulled her blouse back down over her stomach, followed by brushing the lint from her black slacks. Her work attire was simple but professional, a pair of black slacks and embellished kitten heels, along with a flouncy brightly colored blouse to give the outfit a bit of interest. Her hair had been curled and pinned back in spots, as well.

She looked out of the entrance of the shop idly, noticing a man, a custodian, wiping down the bistro seating they had set up to provide shoppers a place to rest in their quest for good deals. He was so intent on his work, she admired his work ethic, and forced herself to follow suit. Moving over to one of the shelves where the handbags had obviously been mixed up by customers, she set to work putting them back in their original cubbies in a nice, orderly fashion.

Until one of the shelf bottoms decided to drop out, sending a tidal wave of purses to fall on Lottie, sending her back on her ass and making quite the clatter. "Whoashit!" she yelped as she fell back.The shelf that had fallen out also knocked down the rest of the purses along the way, so when the dust finally settled, it was a rather large mess of canvas and leather. Moving her now-disheveled hair from her face, she frowned. She liked bags and all, but she certainly had no interest in being buried with them.

Who: Dan, Lottie
When: Around 2:45pm
Where: Cyamites

( Dan missed Wikipedia )

Who: The captain, and open to all!
When: 2:30
Where: Circean Delight

Captain Hill wore the expression of a heavily burdened man as he took the stage in Circean Delight, and waited for the crowds to settle. "Good afternoon," he started, speaking in a loud, clear voice. "As you may have noticed... we have altered course and switched directions. Our situation has not improved, and we have been forced to make the decision to turn back west, rather than continue on blindly. We believe this to be the best course of action, and we will undoubtably sail into familiar waters in a matter of days."

He paused, a flicker of something in his eyes, before pressing on. "At this point... I can take a few questions. I'm sure there are plenty."

Who: Lottie and Open
When: 5:30 pm
Where: Circean Delight

Initially, she hadn't been too worried about the storm. Lottie may have been on a cruise, as perfect as the situation was, but the weather couldn't always promise to be as perfect. So she did her best to ignore the spattering of rain on the portholes as she closed shop on the Golden Apple, her mind on her plans for the evening. It was New Year's Eve, and what better way to spend it than enjoying some chill rock music in Cult of Dionysus.