ℙнσяʏcѕ: The Horror Cruise [O/F]

Which group do you think has the best shot right now?

Sun Deck!	33.3%	[ 3 ]
Bridge Deck!	44.4%	[ 4 ]
Promenade Deck!	11.1%	[ 1 ]
Main Deck!	11.1%	[ 1 ]
Total Votes:			[ 9 ]

[Serynemone]

[ Ϩ ｔｏｐ_ Ｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ... ! ] [ Dining Room ] ♡ [ Ϩ ｃｒｅｗ_ Ɏ ｏｕ ... ! ] [ No one, thank goodness ] ♡ [ Ｈ ａｎｄｓ_ Ｏｆｆ... ! ] [ Inventory ]

Lyra was cocooned up in her comforter late into the morning. As far as she cared, there was little need for her to ever wake up too early, especially when she was on vacation. She did really hate having to have awkward interactions with the help, so it was probably best to get out of her room at a decent hour. She stirred awake, taking a moment to glance over at the alarm clock. It was way too early for her to be up, but she had already played this rolling over and hoping to fall back asleep game long enough. She let out a deep groan and wiggled her way out of her cocoon, tossing the blankets haphazardly around as she did.

It wasn't long before she was dressed, had makeup on, had her hair pulled back, and was ready to leave the room. Lyra took a final glance at the mirror before exiting into the hall. She had been living happily in luxury the last few months, and she was going to be sure today was just as luxurious.

The walk to the dining room to get her brunch wasn't all too far, though she kind of wished her room was a little closer. If she had to be so far away from the sun deck, she should at least be as close as possible to the dining area. Lyra pushed the doors open, awaiting the eyes that were sure to trail over her... but they never came. Instead, she was in an empty dining room. Well. That was certainly not what she had been expecting, but it was pretty damn nice. She could just sit back and relax and be waited on all by her lonesome! Yes! The vacation she had been hoping for had finally arrived. She found a nice table and used the chair across from her to prop her feet up. Lyra sent a glance towards the kitchen, wondering where the usual good smell was. She supposed it was okay to be surprised by her brunch, but she just wasn't all that used to it. She let a few moments pass before clearing her throat rather loudly. The kitchen staff was so not getting a tip today.

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[ Ｔ Ｌ ; Ｄ Ｒ ... ] [ Lyra woke up and walked to the dining room where she impatiently waited for her brunch. ]

[ Ｏ Ｏ Ｃ ... ] [ ]

[Elen_Gilthoniel]

Gray Wellington

Gray had to admit he was more than a litte alarmed. Housekeeping had not made the usual morning rounds. He knew because he usually lurked in his room until then so he could hover and make sure they did not touch his things. And they did not show up. When he finally peeked out of his room, that ominous woman and her cart were no where in sight. In fact, no one was.

He left his room and headed for the more populated areas and he was astonished by how few people were out and about. It was just quiet. Eerily quiet.

When he reached the dining room, his fears were confirmed. It was nearly empty and nothing was being served. Something was definitely wrong. He had half a mind to run back to his room, gather everything he owned and sit on it like a dragon, hissing at anyone who came close. Of course, that was a sort of ridiculous notion so Gray quickly dismissed the thought. He figured he could to speak to the lovely blonde in the dining room but he was more concerned with the kitchen and lack of apparent activity.

He decided to head straight over there and cautiously peek through the swinging metal doors. But he could tell before he got there that it was empty. There was no smell of food and there was just no sound out all coming from within. Sure enough, when he pushed the door open and looked inside, there was no one in sight. The kitchen was completely put together and spotless, exactly as it would have been left after it closed over night. There were no signs anyone had been there that morning.

Ah. Well. It was clearly nearing time to get his things and abandon ship. He didn't care what was happening he was definitely getting on one of those lifeboats, women and children be damned!

"My most sincerest apologies, my dear. I don't believe they'll be serving breakfast this morning," he said, leaning in the door as he looked back toward the blonde in the dining room.

Ｗho ▹▹▹ Lyra (a woman Gray doesn't know)
Ｗhere ▹▹▹ The dining room
Ｉnventory ▹▹▹ wallet, silver pocket watch, hand kerchief, deck of cards, a few coins, and a pair of totally not loaded dice.

ＴＬ;ＤＲ ▹▹▹ Gray wanders around, freaking out...then ends up in the dining room where he realizes the kitchen is empty of people (but apparently not food or kidneys or popcorn. *stares at Coma* )

[IronyMobile]

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TL;DR: After waking up, Nahpia got her clothes ready, then headed out to the hallway. There seems to be other people around, but she still isn’t certain everything is going well.

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qqqWhen she got up, there wasn't much noise going on from the area beyond her cabin door, which was kind of strange; while at times there wasn't talking or yelling going on somewhere in the hallway; at this time of day hearing nothing was sort of unusual. Her hair was kind of in a mess; the mid-length 'wad' was noted after she sat up out of bed, looking toward the small mirror propped up on the cabin dresser. The table was kind of simple; which wasn't noteworthy except for a possible thought for comparison between it, and other small furniture pieces that were in other cabins; however, there hadn't been one notice about that yet, and likely wouldn't, for the remainder of the trip and beyond that. There were other things to take care of, as well, and those were more important. Getting out of bed, the Muslimah went forward, taking up the brush that was sitting on the table, an act that followed after a needed number of steps toward the storage-unit. Using the mirror as a check, soon enough Nahpia finished up that bit of self-hygiene. The brush was set down; then she opened a drawer underneath it, lifting up a pair of pants and a shirt from the series of wooden boxes. These were exchanged for the pajamas she had been wearing a slight amount of time earlier, before changing; then she went toward the opposite side of the room, picking up one of her hijab.
It was wrapped around her head shortly, the Muslim woman crouching down to get a hair clip out of her bag; that also being picked up after Nahpia secured the clip. There probably wasn’t much to do, besides the rest of her morning details; but those would come after she had a brief look at the situation outside her room; everything had probably gone back to normal by now, even with the sense of that something was off. Shoes on, tote packed; the door was opened, no one standing around in the hallway. Well... Maybe... “Hello?” Her voice was kind of just... out there, when surrounded by nothing, except possibly the static hum. Nahpia started down the hallway, looking in that direction; there seemed to be no people milling around the ship; at least from here she couldn’t see anyone. The Muslimah stopped her trail-pace within the first half-minute, though, having reached the end of the hallway. Her indecision didn’t last long; she went further on, into the dining room area, which didn’t seem to have anyone around. ... Well, that was kind of wrong – two people she didn’t know were also here; but that didn’t account for the tons of other people that had been on the ship. Still, it was a good opportunity to start a conversation. “Good morning...?” A pause, then, due to a lack of continuation; but Nahpia brought up some more words soon. “I haven’t seen anyone around yet, have you?” While it was sort of an awkward topic, it was also part of a limited choice of such. While this was a vacation, not making as much sense still wasn’t an option, even with what they were doing; while what part of the conversation she overheard wasn't as 'free-form'. ... It wasn't really a negative observation, though; while pointing out that sort of stuff mentally most likely would still be considered hypocritical and bigoted.

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Location: On the Main Deck, in the Dining Room.


Inventory: A tote bag containing various things - while for now a journal-note-keeping-book for
cataloging other books; mints; pens; and some decorative cloth fastener pins.



Wellbeing: 100% - ██████████████████████████████████████████████████




Stamina and Energy: 100% - ██████████████████████████████████████████████████



Company: A person using a table as an automan, and another person leaning on a door.


Thinking: ‘What...?’




OOC:

Seryn Nioreh


”StrawberryZ0mbie”

[Serynemone]

[ Ϩ ｔｏｐ_ Ｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ... ! ] [ Dining Room ] ♡ [ Ϩ ｃｒｅｗ_ Ɏ ｏｕ ... ! ] [ Some guy and girl. Look like help. ] ♡ [ Ｈ ａｎｄｓ_ Ｏｆｆ... ! ] [ Inventory ]

Lyra tossed her head back out of frustration, trying to not completely topple out of her chair as she leaned back. This was the longest wait she had ever experienced here. She had paid top dollar for this stupid cruise, okay so technically her dad paid top dollar... Whatever. Either way, she deserved to be treated like the goddess she knew she was. She groaned, her head entirely upside down by this point. The room looked a lot different from here, but this different-looking room totally didn't have food either.

She was vaguely aware that someone else had entered, but she was sure it was just some other stupid passenger. They were probably going to try to get their food before her. Oh, they would have hell to pay if they did that. She glanced in their general direction, watching as they closed in on the kitchen. Oh! He must be the cook! She brought her head back upright, happy to know that her impending starvation was being pushed back. Lyra dropped her legs quickly and rested her chin on her hand. The proper girl she had instantly transformed into would obviously get the best food possible.

When he came back, she was absolutely certain that he was going to take her order. Instead, he said like the worst thing possible. "Oh, ******** you." A man does not come between a hungry girl and her brunch. She dropped her hand from its perfect pose and hit the table. His stupid little way of talking just added insult to her horribly hunger injury.

She plopped her legs back up with a sigh. It wasn't like she had anything better to do. She'd sit here all day if she had to to get her food. The sound of the doors opening caught her attention. Lyra turned her head casually to see another person, maybe they were the staff. She couldn't recall seeing her before, so it was totally likely that she had been hiding in the kitchen this whole time. She completely ignored whatever the girl was trying to say. "You cook?"

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[ Ｔ Ｌ ; Ｄ Ｒ ... ] [ Lyra noticed two new people, both of which she assumed were the cooks. She was upset when she found out the guy wasn't. She then asked if the girl was. ]

[ Ｏ Ｏ Ｃ ... ] [ ]

[Elen_Gilthoniel]

Gray Wellington

"******** me?" Gray asked, eyebrows arching as he smirked down at the blonde (who was certainly not lovely at all). "I can certainly understand the temptation." He brushed a bit of imaginary lint off his sleeve as he casually strode across the room and leaned down to give her a pleasant smile. "But you're not my type--so, no, I don't think I would do it even for money." He let his gaze travel slowly up and down her body scornfully. "Though I get the feeling you're more the sort who gets payment rather than gives it."

The insults rolled off his tongue pretty easily (though that was a bit more forward than he preferred to be, but there wasn't really another way to answer such a vulgar greeting--clearly the girl had been raised by apes. Or poor people) but his heart wasn't really in it.

He was far too busy being concerned about the missing staff. Even if they were in no danger of starving (the kitchen had seemed pretty well stocked), that didn't mean they could simply overlook the fact that the entire crew was no where to be found. Something was amiss and he couldn't imagine it was good. He didn't suspect little Madame Pissy Pants knew anything, nor the mousy girl who'd just entered.

"No, I fear the crew appears to be missing in action," Gray said, picking up a steak knife from the top of the table and twirling it between his fingers. "I've not seen hide nor hair of them all morning. But we're on a ship in the middle of the sea--people don't just go missing out here. Perhaps something's happened in the crew decks. It warrants looking after, I think. What, with passenger blood sugar already dropping so low as to affect the moods of some of the more delicate persons aboard."

Ｗho ▹▹▹ Madame Pissy Pants (Lyra) and a mouse (Nahpia)
Ｗhere ▹▹▹ the dining room
Ｉnventory ▹▹▹ wallet, silver pocket watch, hand kerchief, deck of cards, a few coins, and a pair of totally not loaded dice, steak knife

ＴＬ;ＤＲ ▹▹▹ Gray insults Lyra a lot, worries about the crew, and suggests it would be best to figure out what is going on. He also picked up a steak knife...and insulted Lyra some more.

[IronyMobile]

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TD;LR: Nahpia started getting ready to cook. 'Nuff said.

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qqqThe first thing to come out of the other woman's(?) mouth was a 'demand' for food. ... Nahpia kind of stared at her for a very short bit, before answering. "I can, but I'm not sure I could make anything besides samosa, or more 'American' things." this was a true statement, while she could have just said no; but given the situation, saying that may have been too harsh, especially from the way Nahpia herself might have said 'no'. Either way, though, her stubborn side had kind of flared up upon heating the other woman say that; the Muslimah drawing back that reaction, and instead only thinking it, which was still appropriate, and fit the situation, on a further note. "It's a fried pastry. Filled with meat and herbs." this either came before to after the girl might have asked or demanded an explanation; either way, Nahpia had mostly stopped listening to her, either, at this point and as well. "I'll be back soon."
After another brief pause, in which there was just a pause, Nahpia took her steps over to the kitchen area, and headed over to a sink she spotted shortly after entering the kitchen area.. There was some soap there; which was possibly lucky; but given hygiene standards, that could be a normal safety net. Turning on the water, she reached over to the soap dispenser, and pushed down on the pump. Within a few second ps following that, Nahpia started to wash her hands, a minute or so of soap bubbles likely going on after that. It had been a while since she cooked, given the time spent on the ship, but she still knew in general mostly how to cook things within her memory, or knew in general by itself. ... There wasn't much of a difference two those two categories, except lack of memory or practice. Right now, samosa seemed like the easiest thing to do, due to repetition and simplicity; while it could and would take some time still despite that. First off, she would have to get a frying pan; some oil, butter, flour, salt, water, and spices; this would pretty much be the first step to make the first part of her recipe plan. ... There were other things to do as well, after that, but that wasn't quite as important as the first-few-minutes preparation.
... That other woman still wasn't really on a negative tone in Nahpia's mind, as well, while she was close to that, a bit; despite the Muslimah's decision to cook. There wasn't a reason to go negative on the other yet, despite her own stubborn mindset.


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Location: In the kitchen/dining area.


Inventory: A tote bag containing various things - while now just a journal-note-keeping-book for
cataloging other books; some mints; pens; and decorative cloth fastener pins.



Wellbeing: 100% - ██████████████████████████████████████████████████




Stamina and Energy: 100% - ██████████████████████████████████████████████████



Company: Two other people .


Thinking: 'No.'


OOC:





StrawberryZ0mbie


Seryn Nioreh

[CrystalMoonPixie]

- { Max Rynel } -
// TL;DR - Max accepts Zeke's request and creates him a drink. She then begins to interrogate Seth, before noticing another man in the corner of her eye. //

Max let Miro slide past behind her, swinging her hips around to give the girl room. She turned back toward the young man who had asked her for a drink, a soft smile playing on her lips.
"I suppose I could," she replied, before pivoting on her heels and deciphering all the ingredients that were displayed behind the counter. An iced tea cocktail was not anything too hard and it didn't take her long to have a copy of her first sitting infront of Zeke. She liked his bubbly behaviour. His good vibes were bouncing off to her.
"Enjoy," she said, "I hope its okay. Just something I learned on an island trip not so long ago."

The white haired girl took another sip of her own drink before her eyes fell back on Seth. She could not understand why he was so insistent on finding others. Max had been in a lot of strange situations. People had gone missing. Either they eventually returned, or they were gone for good. There wasn't much point worrying about them. And most importantly, its not like she had any personal connections with any passengers. In fact, she didn't really have any personal connections at all. He was paranoid about whether they were still on course, but what did it really matter? Life would continue here as it would on land, and Max didn't mind a little delayed sea sail. And the life boats... yada yada yada. She hadn't anywhere to be. Max watched the man eye objects behind the counter and she couldn't understand what he would be looking for. He made a slight side comment about their drinking. She leant further onto the counter, her elbow resting on its smooth surface and her delicate looking hand supporting her chin.

"I must ask why are you so insistent on finding these people," she inquired, a little tone of annoyance tinging her sweet voice. "And have I looked for anyone? No. Of course not. It's early. I'm on a cruise for god's sake. Enjoy yourself. Why must you be so paranoid?"
As the words left her mouth, she could see someone enter her peripheral vision. Her immediate thought was, where have you been hiding all this time? The man's red hair was shockingly upfront, but made Max want to turn her full attention to him. She was beginning to regret simply throwing her hair up and putting on cotton shorts. No shoes either. She was literally close to wear just underwear. He was making her feel a little self conscious about her decisions. Max noticed his attempt at eavesdropping, but decided not to point him out. Yet.

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Teuicui

StrawberryZ0mbie

Seryn Nioreh

CrystalMoonPixie

Location: Lounge
Inventory: red tank top, black cotton shorts, tea cocktail

[Serynemone]

[ Ȼ ａｔｃｈ_ Ϻ ｅ... ] [ Lounge ] ♡ [ Ⱦ ｈｅｙ _ Ғ ｏｕｎｄ _ Ϻ ｅ... ] [ Two girls and two guys ] ♡ [ Ϩ ｏ _ И ｏｓｙ... ] [ Inventory ]

Why were emotions so contagious?! Zeke had been quite happy just moments before, but now this guy was here. He just looked so sad! Zeke wanted nothing more than to toss his arms around the poor chap and coo him back to a happier state. Unfortunately, a small part of him feared that that would just make the man feel worse. He felt practically helpless as he looked at that frown. There was no doubt in his mind that he now looked like he was about to burst into tears. In fact, it could probably happen at any moment if something did not get figured out. He tightened the grip he had on his hands, though they had lowered dramatically.

The next thing the man said made Zeke want to salute him. He was taking charge, it was a very admirable quality in this horrible time. Someone that looked so sad being able to rise up, oh here come the tears he had been fearing. He fanned at his face, trying to keep the tears locked inside when the man turned to look back. "Oh! My room is on the Promenade deck! I didn't see anyone at all there when I left earlier. There wasn't even anyone in the bathroom. Which was kind of nice at the time, because oh my gosh... Sharing a bathroom with 20 plus people? It's kind of ridiculous." Oh, he was getting really sidetracked here. "Anyway, yeah. I normally see a few cleaning ladies on my way up to the lounge at least, and I didn't see anything at all this morning." He had stopped fanning himself and was relaxing his cheek against his hand, feeling completely exhausted by all of this.

Ezekiel turned his head slightly to better listen to the little green-haired girl. It seemed most of everything had already been kind of checked out. Sure, there were bedrooms to still check, but he didn't want to wake any poor saps into this horrid situation when their dream worlds could be so perfect. Oh no. Oh no. He started fanning at his eyes again. Ah, this was such a taxing day. He really needed a massage... OH NO! There was no staff to give him a massage! It took all he had to keep the tears from streaming down his face. His eyes were welling up so quickly and his head was tilted back. This was just like the worst thing ever.

Just when he thought he was falling apart, his drink was placed near him. He hardly felt like he had the stomach to drink now, but the girl had crafted it so perfectly. Ah, a little sip couldn't hurt. "Oh! This is great! You'll have to tell me all about your travels once everything feels a little safer..." He reached over to pat at her hand gently as he spoke. Though his family traveled quite a lot when he was younger, he had only made it overseas a handful of times. He was sure the stories this girl could tell would be so interesting! Why did the world have to be ending right now. Oh no. Here come more tears. He took another tiny sip, trying to get some more strength to fight back these tears.

When the girl started bickering at the sad man, he was absolutely sure he could not take this. He was just a sad, sad man with everything falling on his shoulders right now. He was taking control and.. oh no. Oh no. Zeke leaned his elbow onto the counter, burrowing his face into his forearm to let out a soft sob. This was way too much. When he thought he was finally composed, he glanced up, about to proclaim that they should all just be friends when he noticed her gaze. What was she looking at? He pulled his handkerchief, dotting his eyes and rubbing his nose, before he looked over to see a new person had entered the room. Oh! That must be her type! Zeke could practically hear wedding bells already. Oh, he was so going to set them up. No apocalypse was going to keep these two apart. "Hello!" He had instantly perked back up, smile wide and welcoming. "It's nice to have you, we're just assessing the situation." He grabbed at the other man's forearm in greeting, amazed by the muscle tone he felt when he did. "I'm Zeke." He nodded happily up at the guy.

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[ Ｔ Ｌ ; Ｄ Ｒ ... ] [ Zeke explains what he saw in the morning. He has to continuously try to keep himself from crying before finally breaking down. When the new guy shows up, he instantly pops back out of it. Greetings happen and such. ]

[ Ｏ Ｏ Ｃ ... ] [ I'm so sorry. ]

[Elen_Gilthoniel]

Seth Terkhynna

"Are you always this obtuse or is the alcohol clouding your judgement?" Sethrian asked Max, leveling a scathing glare at the woman. "In case you've not noticed, the ship is nearly empty. Half the passengers are no where to be seen. The halls are virtually a ghost town. The crew is no where to be found. When was the first time you came to the lounge in the morning and it was this barren, with not a single crew member in sight to keep the more lush passengers from pilfering drinks unsupervised? Perhaps you can't tear yourself away from the bar long enough to be concerned about it, but if the crew has come down with something--or worse, we should probably figure out what is going on."

"But if you'd like to continue guzzling booze without a care in the world, of course, who am I to stop you with something so outrageously unreasonable like questions as to what is going on," Sethrian turned away, heading for the door. "I'll be going to look for the crew, someone who knows what's going on, or at least a few more passengers who can pry themselves away from the bottle long enough to wonder."

Insipid cow. This is why he'd avoided the other passengers until now. The ones with brains had probably all bailed out already. Then again, at least the other woman was offering to help. And the one man, well, he looked like he was about to cry. Sethrian sighed and rubbed at his head, praying this group weren't the only people left. He'd surely go mad.

"Very well," he told the other woman. "If you try the main deck, I'll attempt to head to the crew area and bridge to see if I can speak with the captain. You'd expect they would have made an announcement but there's just that incessant hum from the intercom." He wasn't sure if he should ask the weeping man to join him but since another, larger fellow had shown up, perhaps it would be best to leave them with the fool behind the bar. Staying in groups might be wise until they figured out exactly what was happening.

"I'll be going then, if anyone wants to join me," he said as he headed for the door with the intent of finding out what was happening. "Pardon me," he muttered to the ginger as he passed by on his way out the door.

Ｗho ▹▹▹ Miro, Max, Zeke and Tyler (still doesn't know names)
Ｗhere ▹▹▹ Exiting the lounge
Ｉnventory ▹▹▹ wallet, jewelry

ＴＬ;ＤＲ ▹▹▹ Seth insults Max and decides to leave since the bickering is going no where. He encourages Miro to check out the main deck while he goes to find the crew--and asks if anyone wants to come with him as he leaves.

[IronyMobile]

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Of course, Miro took more time to stand there, while not from an attempt at hesitancy; while that could be hard to not do in general, this likely being normal for everyone, while she was sort of 'bipolar'; but... that could actually be why she was taking time to stop. It kinda made sense: she had to go forward to start heading off for the Main Deck; again a place that didn't seem to have been looked over yet, given the other-other guy's explanation of where he had also been; but this didn't become apparent until about a minute later, after yet another person showed up. That was sort of getting ahead of the situation, though; the Polish woman still being at one place and taking sons note of the situation, which in her view was sort of tense right now; while that didn't really bother her - that being mainly just something she noted. However, the appearance of a huge guy was sort of worth taking that stop, though another thing; a minor argument, had also caused her to take a break in being busy.
All things aside, the argument notice did not last long, still, despite a throw back by the tense guy, to the white haired girl. The Pole took a few steps away from the bar area very shortly after that went on, she having started her path near the end of the returned side of the argument, and now insults. It ended due to her being within range to hear another set of words. ... There were introductions being handed out now, at least from... The guy she had first met had stopped crying, which was kind of relieving, since it had been kind of a downer to hear or see that coming from a person like him. In response to the sort-of-commanding guy's sort of plan-deal, Miro spoke up again, her words directed at him, while there wasn't quite an introduction from her yet; at least to him, since it would be kind of awkward, something she viewed as awkward. ... Wait. How could it be more awkward than what she did next? ... Anyway, Miro found it appropriate to sort of shout out her own name. "... My name is Miro(!)" It kind of could be heard across the general area she was standing in. ... This was one of those times where impulse was apparently important.
After yelling like that, the Pole took a bit more time to stand still, then glanced over to the angry and commanding guy, following that up with a walk over to the stairway, but not before she raised one arm momentarily up in the air; with a glance back; in a sort of 'brb' signal. Acting like a little kid: pretty much; drunk person, 'not'. Going off ahead again was necessary, since she needed to reach the bridge, but that partly-drunk whim to yell also made her a bit further uncertain about going off ahead again. An act to be a further stupid wasn't really in her train of thought yet; instead she was mixed in a couple of related concepts, and the focus for checking out the Main Deck. There had to be staff people around somewhere, while not here; a walk off toward the stairs would happen in a number of seconds.

Inventory or Item Supply: 1 Filled Metal Water Bottle;
[Wearing] 1 Pair of Tennis Shoes;
[Wearing] Pants, Vest, Shirt
1 Pair of Glasses/Sunglasses
1 Cereal bar

Seryn Nioreh


CrystalMoonPixi


StrawberryZ0mbie


omaly360

██████████████████████████████████████████████████ – Health: 100%

██████████████████████████████████████████████████ - Stamina and Energy: 100%

{Containing increments of 2% for each section: not necessarily being lowered by just 2% in an instance.}

❯❯ Mood: Hesitant, but only partly. ❮❮

❯❯ Location: At the bar. ❮❮



❯❯ Company: Three guys and another woman that she doesn’t know. ❮❮


OOC:

[mintysprig]

benedikt traiylor

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Early that morning, Benedikt had rolled out of bed, stood up, and prepared to spend the day making connections and perfecting his New Zealand accent in Auckland. He was just clipping his tie on when he had stolen a look out the window of his cabin and saw nothing but fog and ocean. The man had let out a huff and tossed the tie before curling back into his blankets for another solid seven hours. When he woke up again, he wasn't sure how wise of a decision that had been as an unusual silence had settled in his cabin. Of course, that was expected, since he was the only one in it, but he couldn't even hear the hum of chatter as people walked to and fro the ship. This was way too quiet and he was at a loss as he scurried to his feet and went to check outside his cabin, thankfully already dressed. He poked his head from behind the metal door and frowned at the static buzz in the air, frowning more as a minute ticked by of him hanging out his cabin and not a soul to be seen or heard.

...Hm. He closed the door and turned back to look out his cabin window. No, still the same boring ocean. He tapped a finger to his chin as he wandered about his room – there could have been an event upstairs, but.. The way things had been for the past few days, everything seemed too disorganized to be throwing dances or whatnot. Maybe they had arranged a sail around the ocean in that 'Xplorer' thing? ...Well, regardless of what they were doing, the ship was empty. He took his hat off his nightstand and headed out, eager to check if anyone had left their doors unlocked.

Just as he tugged on the door across from him, however, he caught the unfortunate sound of some killjoys chattering from the dining area. ..Well, he was hungry anyway. He made his way down the hall to where the people should be, curious to find out what was going on—or not. That unpleasant girl a cabin or two over seemed to be in a mood and he knew better than to approach a man playing with a knife, but that girl leaving into the kitchen? She seemed safe. He smiled at the pair casually as he strode past them and after the Islamic girl, not wanting to distract them from whatever they were doing. Once inside the kitchen, he waited for the door to close behind him before speaking up, “Helping yourself to the kitchen, mm?” He tutted and moved to look for some instant coffee or something, speaking as he shuffled around the kitchen island, “I didn't think you looked like much of a rebel, kid. Doesn't the sign out there say 'Staff Only'?”



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[ W i t h :: A 'fellow thief'. {Nahpia} ]
[ W h e r e :: Main deck -- Kitchen ]
[ I n v e n t o r y :: Paperclips, handkerchief, small interchangeable screwdriver, fake ID, 20$ in ones, and mints. ]
[ T L ; D R :: Benedikt slept in to account for leaving his room late. He tries to open the door of the cabin across from him, hears people, and leaves to investigate. He decides not to approach Gray and Lyra and follows Nahpia into the kitchen instead. He talks to Nahpia as he looks for coffee. ]

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TD;LR: Some ingredients were gathered, but not all of them are in her thoughts yet; Nahpia continued with the conversation, while switching topics.

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qqqThere wasn’t a long stop when another person came in; he wasn’t the girl outside this area, or the other man that she had momentarily seen pick up one of the table-set knives. While she didn’t really think he would do anything with it, someone being armed with a knife did strike her at an extent strange. It basically conveyed a wordless thought that doing such was sort of dangerous, especially if he had also been playing with it, which was another noticed detail. Though, now that she was in the kitchen away from them, thoughts about them sort of dropped, except for her willpower to be kind of doting - since that was technically what she was doing through this idea to cook something. While she was working: doing her reroute over to the storage area of the kitchen but not it’s small walk-in freezer or refrigeration area, she slowed down a bit to a near stop for a short time, to answer the man, who now seemed to be wandering around looking for something. The reply was kind of straightforward, with an amount of stepping around words in an attempt for caution.

“It does, but since there’s no one here to work, I can’t do much except help myself.” There weren’t any workers around, for sure; even if they were still nearby, there was still the fact that they could be taking an extended break, while that didn’t make much sense; her view on things were sort of positive, as normal, so the thought that they weren’t around at all wasn’t entirely a valid explanation to her, yet. She headed over to the area near the other end of the kitchen; resuming her attempt to gather ingredients, Nahpia picked up a couple potatoes, a bottle of oil, as well as a box of flour: butter and water were elsewhere, and her arms were too full to make a single trip for everything, including salt – that was around the end where the stoves were, luckily. Setting them down on the kitchen island after a turn to face it, Nahpia started on another trip around the moderate space, to get a frying pan, along with the butter. While doing so, the Muslimah’s concentration became divided between what she was doing, and speaking out about another thing she had just thought of. “I haven’t seen any people who work here around; is that the same for you?” Being sort of occupied with food-preparation, she had lost that train of thought earlier; and his arrival in the kitchen had sort of led to remembering such. Since she was cooking something right now, with a lack of others’ besides him to tell her this area was off-limits, that meant even the regular cooks were gone; which was now sort of disturbing once that particular realization hit. That was due to one of its angles: there might usually be people around here otherwise, since they had things to watch over and take care of. But there was no one except them: the people she had seen, here, and that was sort of frightening.


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Location: In the Kitchen area.


Inventory: Some kitchen ingredients, along with a tote bag containing various things – while at this time only including a journal-note-keeping-book for
cataloging other books; mints; pens; and some decorative cloth fastener pins.



Wellbeing: 100% - ██████████████████████████████████████████████████




Stamina and Energy: 100% - ██████████████████████████████████████████████████



Company: A green haired man.


Thinking: ‘That’s true, but trespassing does not matter with no one not being lazy, or around to do their jobs.’


OOC:




” Seryn Nioreh”


”StrawberryZ0mbie”


”Serendipitous Coma”

[Serynemone]

[ Ϩ ｔｏｐ_ Ｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ... ! ] [ Dining Room ] ♡ [ Ϩ ｃｒｅｗ_ Ɏ ｏｕ ... ! ] [ Just this a** now (Gray) ] ♡ [ Ｈ ａｎｄｓ_ Ｏｆｆ... ! ] [ Inventory ]

Lyra stood, ready to tear this man in half. As if it wasn't bad enough that he caught her at a horrible time, now he had to act like he was some hotshot just because he could spew out lots of words quickly. "Oh, yes. You are oh so very tempting, it's true." She said exaggeratedly while she poked at his chest. With her heels, she was rather close in height to him, but she felt like she was a lot taller as she stared into his eyes. "I guess it's better that I don't tempt you." She shrugged, glancing down at the rest of him. She planted her hands firmly on her hips. "I don't think you could afford these goods anyway." Lyra felt like she would totally trade for a steak dinner right about now, but she wouldn't dare say that in front of him.

Before she could worry about trying to throw anything else at this worthless rat, the woman had spoke again. She turned to look at her. Was she a cook? It seemed a bit confusing for a chef on a cruise to not know how to make anything besides whatever samosa was, but maybe she was like a back-up or something. Lyra could hardly care less, she was just happy for the prospect of food. The description sounded perfectly fine to her. She was used to pastries stuffed with whatever her father could get his hands on, how different could this really be? She turned back to the guy after the girl had headed to the kitchen. "Alright. Looks like they're serving breakfast after all." She rose her brows at him with a smirk.

Lyra turned her head towards the sound of someone else walking through. Ah, the green-haired weirdo. She was sure she had spotted him in the hall before. If she remembered correctly, their rooms were rather close. Her eyes followed after him as he headed for the kitchen. Surely he wasn't staff. Staff didn't have rooms right there next to everyone, did they? This was all really confusing. She just wanted some damn food.

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[ Ｔ Ｌ ; Ｄ Ｒ ... ] [ Lyra poked at Gray (verbally and literally) before she was distracted by the girl making food and the green-haired weirdo walking by. ]

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Tyler Kattzer

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►Where: Lounge

►With: Zeke, Seth (for a bit), Miro (for a bit), and Max (Only knows Miro and Zeke's names.)

►TL;DR: Tyler introduces himself and tries to figure out what is going on.

Tyler was trying to put the pieces of this conversation together. So far all he got was the crew was missing, the hot girl was a drunk, the little girl was kinda special or something, maybe just drunk, one male was upset at the hot girl, and one guy was about to break out in tears. A very odd set of people in his mind. Tyler wondered why none of them knew who he was. The thought was quickly put aside by the more colorful male came up to him and squeezed his arm. The man introduced himself as Zeke and spoke of what the group was doing. "Hello Zeke, I am.." His sentence was shortened by a yell from the little girl whose name rang in his ear, Miro. Tyler shook his head to regain some thought. "Hello Zeke, Miro. What is the situation you guys are discussing?" Tyler had an idea, the whole ship seemed about empty. He wanted to make sure though before he assumed the worst. He looked over to the women behind the bar. "So are we allowed to just help ourselves then?" Tyler didn't wait for an answer he just wanted to run it by some people before just moving over the bar and grabbing a beer. He looked at the group and just shrugged, it was a bit early to be drinking but what the hell he was on vacation and in a crisis apparently. He looked back to Zeke. "Hey aren't you that magician.... Yeah, I've seen you doin your tricks this whole trip. You're good. So can anyone bring me up to speed?" He said while scratching his head.

EDIT: Forgot to put TL;DR, just added it.

[CrystalMoonPixie]

- { Max Rynel } -
// TL;DR - Mills over Seth's reply and has one of her own. Has a reasonable reply, and then turns to converse with the new red haired man. //

Zeke had made a comment about Max's travels, making the girl smile genuinely. She loved talk of travel, even if it was her own and it would usually lead to hearing about others too. Tales of the world always intrigued her. Max blinked as Seth took her statement a little too personally. She shifted her weight onto her left foot as his words poured from his mouth. Max hadn't even drunk half her drink, she was not near drunk, and she was only trying to enjoy herself. Of course she'd noticed the ship was empty, only a fool wouldn't. When he was done, she stood up from her position on the counter top, and looked to Seth as he walked out of the lounge.

"I was simply requesting a little bit of calm," she mumbled, "Paranoia never ends well."
Was it not obvious to him that there probably wouldn't be anyone on the other decks either? Clearly, something had happened. Did he not see that there was an obvious lack of shipmates. He had said there was an incessant hum from the speakers and she thought, Incessant hum from your brain too. She just wanted to relax a little while longer before stressing about any other problems. Not so much stressing, because that is not really something the girl did. More like putting in effort to fix the problem is what she would have to do. And she was on a cruise for god's sake.

"Listen, I'd be glad to help. Do a thorough check and report if you find anything. Just relax a little, young man," she called as he took his last few steps in the lounge. She didn't want to start anything. Seth just seemed to have the wrong impression of her already. And probably so did everyone else. After all, she had chosen to rock up at the bar this early in the morning wearing nothing short of pyjamas. Not so sophisticated at all. Her usual attire of lots of leather and black would have given off a better vibe. Maybe then she would be taken seriously.

Her green eyes widened when Zeke took some steps over to the red headed man, introducing himself and pulling the guy by the arm. Her head shot over to Miro when she yelled out her name, surprising all around her. She had cut off the new guy, just as Max was about to learn his name. He then made a move behind the counter, questioning about the resources.
She shrugged, "I did." Max's green eyes followed him as he picked up a beer from the cases behind her. Thank god, she thought, I'm not the only one. Her eyes ran up and down his shoulders and arms, wondering exactly what it looked like underneath. She resumed her position, leaning on the counter top and stirred her drink again, even though there wasn't much left.
"Oh no," she laughed as he inquired about the issue. Was this the topic of the day? "Apparently we are in a crisis."

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Teuicui

StrawberryZ0mbie

Seryn Nioreh

CrystalMoonPixie

Location: Lounge
Inventory: red tank top, black cotton shorts, tea cocktail