Harlan Wimple Attorney at Law gave Emilia a gaze before he assured himself his very stately brown tie was straight beneath the very stately brown sweatervest he wore. He took a step toward the quiet-spoken woman in his very stately brown penny-loafers (which caused the pennies within the little penny-pockets to gleam almost joyfully).
"I'll need to see your badge, as well, Ms. Santos," he said with a wheeze while glancing down at her chest (he was totally staring at her chest) before grasping the id, which he promptly flipped over to confirm that she was, indeed, a part of his group.
"This is Bear, and he is a bear," Harlan Wimple handed the badge back with a roll of his eyes before he tidied up his very obvious toupee, "and I was just telling him that there are to be rules in the group, Ms. Santos, because I am a professional and have no time for games or roughhousing."
He glanced down at her chest once more before adjusting his glasses.
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 8:11 am
Ian Weiman knew he was going to have a good trip. He knew this because his spiritual advisor had told him so. Or at least, he was sure that was what the weird dream after he ate an incredibly expired yoghurt had been trying to tell him. He interpreted it that way because he was unique and gifted. The spirits spoke to him, and so clearly did the animals.
The departure for the trip had been a sad one, he'd had to leave his seventeen pet cats in the care of his long time secretary and had his favourite of them - Blaine - throw up on his lap as a deep and lasting expression of their bond. Blaine had father issues and had never known his sire as a kitten, it had made life difficult and he felt he had to lash out sometimes in rather embarrassing bouts of incontinence. The therapy was making progress however and Ian had narrowed it down to pissing on just one of his favourite shirts rather than all of them.
He leaned on the railing of the boat, looking out to sea. Poor Lenny was having a rough time of it it seemed, but he was rather enjoying himself. Why right here he could hear the voices of all the little sea creatures, he was sure of it.
There appeared to be a small fish deliberating the direction it's life was going in. Or maybe that was just his own thoughts.
He flipped his pass over to squint at the centaur sticker he'd been assigned. Those were real weren't they? It was probably complete hell going up stairs with hooves. They probably hired them in farming.
Guest Name: Ian Weiman Guest Profession: Pet Psychic Physical Description: Tall, blond and lanky in a loose pink shirt that looks like a reject from a 70s glam rock band, left open to reveal a chest bristling with hair, over which is sprawled an absurd number of charm necklaces, gems, wardstone pendants and all other manner of knicknacks. On his wrists he wears what has to be hundreds of jangling gold, silver and what he assures are unobtainium bracelets and every dramatic wave of his hands is heralded by a clatter of metal. His hair is a halo of backcombed disaster and his eyes are remarkably pale blue. His mannerisms are reminiscent of a slightly mad parrot.
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 8:37 am
She stared at his very brown attired and then looked back down at her very grey attire. her own, however is not as neat as the attorney man's. She's wearing a thick sweater and sweat pants. She's look horribly unruly. And to b honest she really is a short chubby gnome. Very well fit for her position in the party. And as she thinks about this, she hurriedly takes the sketch book out to sketch herself as a bearded gnome.
She's quite as she does this and not at all noticing the way he glances at her covered chest. There's nothing at all to see there but the annoying grey of her sweater.
"Mister Bear.. and .."She must glance back up. And stares at his own guest past. "Mister Harlan? " Her eyes go blank and then she hurriedly sketches the other two as gnomes. Short hairy gnomes. This would be a good comic to create. A trip about Hairy Gnomes who go off to get their backs shaved.
Her hand hurriedly scratches the last part out and she glances back up with a cough.
"Rules are okay with me Mister Harlan.. I.. Yeah, that's okay.. That's fine. What type of rules.. did you have in ind exactly?" Her timid voice is just one small octave louder than before. In fact her sketching was louder than her voice was.
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 9:15 am
Glenda made a glassy smile for the camera before settling back down, rummaging in her fanny pack and producing a few more foil-wrapped candies. She offered them to her groupmates before popping one into her own mouth.
"Dangerous animals, eh? That sounds lovely. I was never good with them," she waved her wrinkled hands expressively, "technological thingermabobs myself. I prefer t'get hands on." She put up her dukes, hopping around animatedly. "I punched a gator once for stealin' my hat. You ever seen a gator? They ain't as impressive as some 'o them other things you was talkin' bout, but they'll git ya." She rolled back a plaid-encrusted sleeve, revealing a pasty, sinewy arm featuring more than a few scars.
"Th' name's Glenda, by the way, though a lotta folk jus' call me Gator. I ain't ever been this far from home. I expect this'll be a nice little vacation, eh?" She elbowed Chris gleefully. "Maybe next time I'll bring the grandkids."
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Steve was curled up in a ball in the corner of the boat. He hated boats "why of all things did it have to be a boat?" he thought to himself. Even his love of animals usually kept him off a boat, he would always tell others to record and take very detailed notes if rather then himself going on the boat. Steve heard his friend Bear calling out his name, he uncurled himself, very slowly stood up and walked in the direction he heard the voice calling him from. Every couple steps taking a deep breath and trying not to throw up. "I'm here Bear, Sorry just a little * taking a deep breath * sick." He looks up at Bear and the others around him. " So who are these people?"
So I'm going to be leaving in about a hourish for the day, I have some stuff I have to get done before my interview tomorrow. But as soon as I get home which will be hopefully sometime late this afternoon I will catch up on tags and stuff. SO sorry for in inconvenience.
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 9:35 am
"You seem to know your stuff," Ciaran's tone was vaguely impressed as he lifted his brows at Zane, "Though yes, I'd agree. Considering all the technological developments that many other companies have been developing, it would take something big--really big--to impress us."
Among all the excited and chattering people around them, the young man had to admit that he definitely felt pretty comfortable with Zane and Chikako. He tended to be a little reserved himself, so it was nice having seemingly-similar company in the same group as him. With a sigh, he leaned back and propped his elbows up on a railing.
"Nothing to do but wait and see then." He paused for a beat, and then glanced back towards the crowd of people, his voice becoming faintly amused. "...And socialize, I suppose."
Guest Name: Ciaran Spada Guest Profession: Investor Physical Description: Stands at 5'11" and has a lean frame. He makes an effort to look put together at all times, keeping his black hair short and neat and preferring to stick to collared shirts and slacks over t-shirts and jeans. Pale skin and blue eyes. Brief Character Profile: Ciar tends to be a little cynical, but his skepticism has kept him from making bad investments in the past. It never hurts to be a little cautious, right? He generally tries to sell himself as a gentleman, regarding others in a polite manner even if he secretly feels that they do not deserve the manners. Are they arriving with a buddy character? If so who: Chikako Fukui (Melodine Cantus) Your AIM & Minipet SN: ivornsakura + Kaiyumi
Louise called out across the boat, not seeming to care about the weird looks he for some reason drew. He rationalized that they were all simply staring in awe. After all, who wouldn’t at a dragon? Pulling a pair of sunglasses from his satchel, the man quickly slipped them on to shield himself from the 'paparazzi' and called out again.
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Centaur group. Oh that was him!
Ian looked up from the deeply moving view of the ocean to turn on his heel in the direction of the individual who had called him over. What was he wearing? Didn't they tell him it wasn't very appropriate to come in fancy dress he wondered as he straightened out the gauzy sarong he wore around his waist. Really, some people.
"Hello there!" he said eagerly, thrusting a hand at his fellow centaur with a clash of bangles. His voice was riddled with a strange accent, as if someone had tried to overwrite their native accent with American gleaned from over-acted movies. "I am Ian! Pleasure to meet you partner!"
Guest Name: Ian Weiman Guest Profession: Pet Psychic Physical Description: Tall, blond and lanky in a loose pink shirt that looks like a reject from a 70s glam rock band, left open to reveal a chest bristling with hair, over which is sprawled an absurd number of charm necklaces, gems, wardstone pendants and all other manner of knicknacks. On his wrists he wears what has to be hundreds of jangling gold, silver and what he assures are unobtainium bracelets and every dramatic wave of his hands is heralded by a clatter of metal. His hair is a halo of backcombed disaster and his eyes are remarkably pale blue. His mannerisms are reminiscent of a slightly mad parrot.
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"There may have been more ambitious schemes in Dubai," he remarked offhandedly. Some still stuck in development hell, he recalled. Zane didn't know what to expect from this project, but he sure as hell hoped they weren't planning something as ludicrous as the snow city in the desert.
Zane glanced over at the rest of the guests onboard, who seemed to be getting to know each other as well, judging from the marked increase in chatter. He too, was feeling quite satisfied with his present company.
"Just out of curiosity, what is the usual scope of your investments? I'm inclined to think that you two are here mostly by invitation from the famously wealthy Mr. Daniel E Whorl Sr.; you don't seem too impressed by what's already out in the market where theme parks are concerned. Ah, but do correct me if I'm mistaken." Perhaps he was merely echoing his own sentiment, but the Zane himself had never been too interested in the theme park business.
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Guest Name: Piorno Zane (Goes by Zane) Guest Profession: Architect Physical Description: A rather tall and lean man in his mid 40s. Wears a Constantly Tired look and has eyebags that are half hidden by a pair of snazzy spectacles. Dresses in a black long-sleeved turtle neck and a normal pair of long pants. Typically accompanied with a cup of snobby coffee. Brief Character Profile: Zane graduated from university with a specialisation in landscape architecture, and has since practiced for 15 years. He started his own office P. Zane Architects 5 years ago, and has since been involved in a few large-scale, high profile projects. He doesn't like theme parks very much (because everything is so plastic), and he wishes that his junior architects would have gone instead of him (except that they were all dead tired from rushing the previous deadline). He was, however, convinced to visit the park because he found the programme rather interesting and different.
Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 10:45 am
Algie had yet to find any sort of 'company' but seemed content to sit, lean on the arm of his seat, and watch everyone in silence. No one has spoken up about the Mermaid group yet but it seemed that there were quite a few in the 'Gnome' gang and a very vocal Centaur squad. The author idly opened his book, smoothed the pages, and stared at the letters before letting his eyes drift back up to the others on the boat. He wasn't exactly being subtle about his eavesdropping but found the snippets of conversation, combined with the various styles of dress and exuberant personalities to give him a good idea of all the strangers qualifications.
It also helped that some of them were simply announcing what they did for a living.
Unfortunately living a life mostly devoid of modern technology and away from the public eye made him blissfully unaware of who any of them were.
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Guest Name: Algie Mixlin Guest Profession: Comic Writer - Lecturer - Professor Group: Mermaid Physical Description: Fifties, salt and pepper neatly cut hair, he's a sort of tired-scruffy version of handsome. He dresses like a typical english professor type... sweaters, button up shirts, scarves, etc. Brief Character Profile: Algie become known for writing what are now known as 'classic' comics. Edgy politically fueled hero stories which changed the way many looked at the hero complex. He was never fond of the spotlight (not like theres much in comics) and has continued to live, almost hermit like, in a small village that is his home town. He doesn't write many comics anymore (a few small things here and there), instead often guest lectures at universities and teaches writing. He rarely makes appearances or signings and has denied connection to any movies or shows made of his works. (( Think Alan Moore-esque))
Someone was calling Centaur group. Len looked around to see a man in a dragon costume, who was apparently part of their assigned group. For an instant Len's reflexes kicked in, and his hand went for the zipper of his camera bag.
Then he realized that it had been a mistake to concentrate on anything but that single bolt in the wall. He bolted for the railing of the boat and hung half-over it, gagging miserably. There was nothing in his stomach to get rid of, but his stomach was certainly trying. He was pretty sure he'd bumped into someone on the way, but he was unable to care.
Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 11:12 am
Lydia Stiles could have been found near the edge of the boat, fly away whisps of frizzy hair whipping around her face in the breeze. She was, for the last few moments at least, digging around in her nose with an index finger, her brow furrowed in concentration, before she pulled it out, squinting at the very large booger that her toils had produced.
She then grinned, pulled a plastic ziplock out of her canvas bag that was strapped across her chest, and very carefully rolled the treasure on the tip of her finger into a ball by using her thumb, before very delicatley placing it in the bag, which appeared to have many other greenish balls already deposited inside.
Everyone knew that human boogers made the absolute best sasquatch bait.
With her task completed, the woman who appeared to be in her mid to late thirties wiped her hand off on her pair of cut off and torn jean shorts, looking around the boat with squinting eyes. Now, what was it Daniel had said shortly after they had boarded? Oh yes, something about groups and stickers on their ID cards!
Lydia began rocking back and forth on her hiking boot adorned feet in excitement, though honestly she probably looked more like a toddler that needed to pee. She flipped over her card, spotted the image, and then called out in a shrill and enthusiastic voice, while waving her free hand in the air.
"MERMAID! MERMAID HERE!"
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Guest Name: Lydia Stiles Guest Profession:Crazy person Cryptozoologist Descript: Smalle, willowy, lots of fly away, frizzy light brown hair that is tied back in a very messy ponytail. She is wearing this t-shirt, short torn off and worn out jeans, hiking boots, and is carrying a tan canvas bag which is filled with who knows what (definitely a ziplock of boogers). She appears to be in her mid to late thirties.
Finally, he thought, as a tall man turned around, acknowledging his calls. Louise stared at the man’s strange manner of garb, it certainly wasn’t something he would have chosen to wear for such a special event. He puffed out his chest again, gripping the man’s hand and shaking it voraciously.
“Hello, hello, Ian! My name is Louise Pendergrass, author of Diary of a Dragon, truly a pleasure- Hey, watch it!”
Their introductions were caught short, and Louise didn’t even have time to comment on how weird Ian sounded before he found himself bowled over by someone rushing to the edge of the boat. The following sounds of retching made Louise cringe as he dusted himself off and regained his composure, hoping that his accoster didn’t have some horrible disease. And that blue hair, really, no wonder he was sick. He’d probably taken some bad LSD or something. Kids today, geeze.
He shook his head, turning back to Ian. “I guess some people haven’t found their sea legs yet.”
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 11:18 am
"Well, as I've already said," Harlan Wimple Attorney at Law sniffed disapprovingly as he tried to peer at whatever it was that Emelia was drawing, "there shan't be any rough.. any rough-housing, nor shall there be any games .. or.. anything completely off-topic, as I am a professional lawyer and this is a business trip, as I'm sure you do understand."
He was then interrupted by a man who looked a little green around the gills, and so Harlan Wimple Attorney at Law felt it prudent to hiss a snooty little, "If you dare vomit on my loafers, sir, I will not hesitate to press charges."
Coraline just stares down at the pass she wore around her neck, unable to even grasp how she ended up in the group she had. Shaking her head, she glance around curious before she turns back to the her companion she come with on this little trip, Slipping her hand into his, she gives it a squeeze as she leans in close to him "You owe me for this, you know that right?" looking away from Antonio, she couldn't help but chuckle as she thought about this whole trip.
Well known photographer for one of the leading magazines in the country, she actually gave up a few jobs to come along on this little adventure with him. But then, she do anything for Tonio.
With her camera bag in her lap, she lifts the badge as she looks over the sticker on the back of it then to the front of it.
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Guest Name: Coraline Dolan Guest Profession: Photographer Physical Description: Standing five feet, seven inches, she a beauty in her own unique way. With boy cut dark brown hair, its highlighted with blood red through the whole hair. Her bangs are longer and hang in her face most of the time. Slate blue eyes, with freckles all over her cheeks and nose. Normally spotted in a simple spaghetti strap shirt and flare jeans. Brief Character Profile: Full of life, she always has a smile on her face. To her, even the worse moment can be the best picture if you look through the eye of a camera. She loves to talk to everyone, and always tries to include everyone in.
Guest Name: Algie Mixlin
