Who: Nik - open to any of the Jones siblings.
Where: Somewhere on deck, hiding.
When: Early afternoon

( To say he was stressed out was an understatement. )

Who: Kaz, Zoe, and Nik
Where: Cyamites
When: Mid-morning

Other than heading out to the meeting with Sean and everyone (which had ended up seeming sort of pointless), Kaz hadn't been out of his room much recently. He'd finally hit on the lyrics and once he found himself in the zone, he didn't like to break his focus too much. He'd gotten at least half an album's worth the day before, and a couple more had come out this morning. His manager would be proud. If they ever got back, at least.

But the inspiration was starting to fade, now. Whatever muse had been upon him for the past 24 hours, it seemed to have taken a break or completely run out of steam. He'd jotted a few words down on his pad of paper, but had totally hit a block. He hoped that maybe a change of scenery would give him something to work with, so he headed down to the coffee shop. As good as the joe was, though, he still wasn't having the success he'd been having previously. There was something just... unsettling about the ship. As more and more people vanished and their cause seemed more and more hopeless, it seemed that the fun and excitement that had permeated the ship just a few days before had dissipated, giving way to tension and fear. Not exactly ideal songwriting conditions.

Sighing, he put his coffee cup down and looked at the pad. He hummed under his breath, half mumbling the words on the paper along with the tune in his mind, then scratched out what he'd written. This was not going well now.

Who: Nik and Abbie
When: Sometime in the late morning, probably
Where: the sun deck

It should have been a good day. A project day. But it wasn't. Abbie had gone to the fitness room to find absolutely everything fixed. That was supposed to be her job, dammit. Someone had sniped her!

With nothing to do, Abbie had taken to wandering, and looking for something to get into. As always, Esper was trotting along beside her. Abbie's face and hands were still smeared with black - she had felt very smug about proving to Allie that it had not actually cleaned her up. Small victory. She needed something bigger.

Who: The Jones family and Zoe
Where: Nikolai and Iosef's Room
When: 7:30 or 8:00 pm-ish. Around there.

( Why the Hell was he still doing this? )

Who: Nik and Slav
When: Really late. Really.
Where: The gym

( We can destroy ourselves with cynicism and disillusion... )

Who: Nik, Zoe
When: 7pm ish
Where: The Titans
Content: NSFW

Zoe might have felt a bit guilty for basically browbeating Nik with zen dharma and using his brother against him if he wasn't being so damned...well, stupid. Stupid was the only way she could describe it. His whine about being upset because he'd suddenly discovered he wasn't dead had been the straw.

( Get the moonlight out of your hair )

Who: Nik
Where: I 1028 - The Titans
When: Noonish

More people were missing. Nobody knew where the cruise director was. Zoe had gone looking for her to ask about a performance she was scheduled for later in the week. She was having trouble convincing herself this was all for some greater good and it was just the turning of the Wheel.

Besides, she had a plan to put into action. And cooking Dim Sum was time consuming and distracting. Especially enough for Nik to share with his brothers if they were there. So it'd taken her the better part of the morning. But, hey, she hadn't panicked about the whole people disappearing thing.

Now all she had to worry about was Nik freaking out on her. Okay, not going there. Like she had told Ios, positive outlook, positive outcome. And Nik had been nice to her. Twice. Which was apparently something that should be marked on the calendar from the impression she'd gotten from his brother.

Now, armed with a couple of cake pans full of various types of Dim Sum, and her coins and charts tucked into her bag, she headed for Nik and Ios' room. Since she was off today, she could wear what she liked, so she'd gone more classic lolita today. A black silk blouse trimmed with billowy sleeves and black and white lace, paired with a black pencil skirt trimmed in white lace. Her favorite 3 inch platform studded boots finished the ensemble. She took a moment to rub her rabbit pendent for luck before knocking on the door.

Who: Nik and Zoe. He's a thread whore. I'm sorry.
Where: Eurycleia's Cafe
When: 6:00ish

( Become invisible, sink into sand. The Earth swallows you whole and you die again. )

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: Kaz and Nik
Where: Sun Deck, just laying out
When: Morning, after breakfast

Kaz hadn't slept well when he finally got to sleep the night before. He kept flashing back to the Cult of Dionysus, everything going wrong and falling all over the place. He made it through the night however, and after forcing himself to eat something, he'd decided to retreat for a bit and work. He'd found his other guitar backstage, just like he'd hoped. His main one, the one he'd had for years and always used in his concerts had been smashed beyond repair, and he'd taken the remnants back to his room to give them a proper burial back home. But his backup guitar had been wedged in between a couple of cabinets and barely had any damage at all.

He sat on one of the deck chairs, his guitar in his arms and a pad of paper and pen beside him, playing the same riff over and over as he thought. The music always came easiest to him, but the lyrics were always difficult. He hummed every now and then, writing down words and then scratching them out just as quick. He was sure he looked like a madman when he wrote, which is why he tended to seek out a little privacy when he did it.

Who: Gor and Nik
When: 2 AMish (Flashback: Easter, 1999.)
Where: Nik and Ios's room (Flashback: South Padre Island - Church.)

( A Dream and Real Life )

Who: Kevin and open to Lilo, Nik, and anyone else who wants to help out.
Where: Galley, Circean Delight
When: About 4:30, after the big announcement

Kevin paced back and forth in the open area outside the kitchen that he had designated the "smoking area." Miz Brown's little announcement had done little to calm anyone down, and the staff wasn't getting any more information than the passengers were. In addition, despite his posting on the ship's message board, several of his brigade had informed him that they would not be working tonight due to injury. It had been him, Melanie, the nurse who'd been assigned to keep him awake, and a couple of other busboys who'd suddenly found themselves promoted to commis chefs doing all the prep work today. Not. Happy. At. All. A couple of passengers had volunteered to help and he had reluctantly accepted, although not knowing their true skill levels made him antsy. Still, stiff upper lip and all that. He'd told them to meet him after the "meeting", but God only knew if they would actually show up. He leaned against the wall, smoking and absentmindedly checking his watch out of habit, even though he knew by now that the bloody thing was busted. If no one showed soon, he'd just have to press on and hope for the best, and the first passenger to complain about slow service would get a breadstick shoved down their gullet.

Who: Nik & Miguel
Where: A Random Hallway
When: Around 3 PM

( It's been a bad day... )

Who: Gor, Ios, Nik and Slav
Where: Ios & Nik's Room
When: Around 3 AM

( It was a strange kind of relief, tempered by a guilt. )

Who: The mildly injured.
When: Around 1 AM
Where: Apollon's Grace
Rating: TBA
Status: In progress

Who: Any and all at the Tumbler Renegade show!
When: Midnight and on
Where: H Deck pool and stage area

"5... 4... 3... 2... 1! Happy New Year!" Res shouted, throwing an empty bottle of water into the crowd. Confetti was being thrown in every which way, and she held the microphone as she cheered. As she did, she faced Keane and leaned in to give him a quick, friendly kiss. Okay, she was a sucker, but it was New Year's. Had to be done.

The problem was that when she did it, the fucking floor started to mutiny. At first she thought her head was playing tricks on her, but then everything started to tilt and people started screaming.

It affected the water first, and it burst through the glass floor, splashing everywhere. Res felt a jolt from the mic, and pain coursed through her body. When she was a little more coherent, she'd probably realize that she owed Keane a beer.

Who: The Jones Boys
Where: The Buffet
When: About 1:30 PM

( We tell each other fairy tales )