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 Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 7:34 pm
[ entering ]
The first thing Ofelia did when she got on the boat was check where the lifeboats were, where the bathroom was, and whether or not the ice cream was even worth anything.
Then she had to think about whether or not being on the boat was a good idea because not knowing how to swim really put a damper on any squatic adventures.
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 7:41 pm
"Death," he said simply with a small shrug. Jude looked over at Maebe and shrugged a shoulder, "As long as you don't shout it at top of your lungs you should be okay. Not many people listen in on conversations if they know what is good for them."
There was a quiet pause as he also added, "I tend to try and avoid it during missions. Seein' as we are supposed to be in civilian garb right now..."
Common sense dictated that it was probably wiser to not talk about things like this on a mission.
"Having fun so far?" The question was for the both of them at this point.
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 7:49 pm
He'd slipped into a certain shop when he knew no one was watching him. It took a while to figure out what it was that he wanted to purchase, and Gale spent the better part of his time floundering about until he figured it out.
He left the shop with a small, discreet bag and a sizeable chunk of change missing from his wallet, bumping into someone on the way out.
"Ofelia? Is that you?"Quote: Nametag: Alistaire Huntington Budget: $5,600 - $885 = $4,715
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 7:55 pm
The drink very slowly drained away from the glass, but Lawr was in no hurry. Presumably whatever they were tasked to do would come and find them.
$82
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 7:59 pm
[ entering with stormy ]
Unlike Stormy, this wasn't the first time the frenchman had been on a ship, but the awe of everything was still evident on his face - one that was soaking in the feeling like an old friend. Hearing the littler one's voice, he turned to her again, giving a soft shrug.
"Once or twice. I 'ad jumped a couple when I was travelling." He admitted, turning to look up again. "Never this fantastique. I can't think of the word, but in french, it's pailleté. Sparkly. Almost." A nod, like he knew what he was doing. "Is there something you would like to buy, while we're 'ere?" He offered, figuring his paltry spending fees wouldn't get him much. Sadly.
Quote: Name tag: Pierre Laporte Cash: 550$
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 8:05 pm
"Jumped?" she prompted curiously, still swaying to the music. It had evolved from a simple foot tap to a full body dance in place as she immersed herself in the music, feeling that despite a less than mellow tempo she was calming down.She took a look around. "Oh! Hmm, how old are you, Dory-an? I really want to try one of those drinks over there . . ."
And she saw that Ben and Jerry's off a ways a way. She could almost smell it.Quote: Name Tag: Eileen Dover Money: $4150
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 8:06 pm
Roland strolled through the shops, the ship in general and mostly felt spoiled at the moment. He had checked his phone on the way to the ship and found that his time on the island rewarded him handsomely, or well, better then a job at some sandwich shop on a military base.
Slipping over to the bar he took a seat beside what could only be another hunter judging by the way they all shared the same VIP passes on their person.
"You know, drinking before a job is a terrible idea."
He waved to the bar tender.
"But in my experience you'll probably be more prepared for what we deal with after a drink or two." He held up two fingers, "Jack and coke sir?" When the drinks arrived he offered one to Lawr.
"I'm Roland by the way. You must be new to the umm... 'company,' I haven't seen you at one of our events."Quote: Name Tag: Elie Joel Money: $5,390 Drinks: 1
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 8:09 pm
Ofelia was leaning over the railing of the deck with her hands firmly on the rails, her eyes cast out. The normal tan of her skin had faded down to a watered mocha and she was about to just do something when she heard her name. It startled her for a moment and she turned to look to see whom addressed her. "...oh, Gale? Hey." She was pleased to see the British boy, quite pleased.
The sun hunter had always considered him one of her "quiet friends" which meant that she assumed they had a friendship but wasn't going to be forceful enough to properly confirm it. "Nice...night, isn't it?" And suddenly she felt awkward in her dress and awkward for looking so clearly seasick.
Well, seasick and nervous. She could maybe try and pass it all off as excitement for the mission because no one needed to know otherwise.
Quote: ooc
hunter ofelia tanner
name tag hannah grayson
money roughly $4100
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 8:14 pm
Lawr was surprised to be joined at the bar by another hunter - at least what he assumed had to be one based on the reference to "a job" and, when he glanced over, the pass he wore.
"It probably is." he said grimly. "I am not normally a drinker. It interrupts my psychic energies, reverses the flow of perception through my body and muddies the water of the future." It was very easy to slide back into his psychic persona even if his attire right now was distinctly lacking the robes and flowy fabric that brought drama to the ensemble. At least his had his chains and bangles, even if the creepy rolex was still firmly mingled amongst them.
He took the drink gratefully and sipped it.
"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Jan. And yes, I'm new. Very new. Woke up earlier."
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 8:20 pm
Roland took his drink sipping at it as he watched others, hunter and actual VIP guess wander by. It seemed it was an artifact hunt which could mean anything as small as a ring of truth. To something as big as well, a weapon really, anything even at that point.
At that point the new hunter seemed to launch into a very interesting idea of a character, Roland wasn't sure how serious the guy was and only managed to raise an eyebrow, and his glass again.
"Right. Well if that 'energy' of yours is any good best use it to find what we came to buy. Preferably before anyone else decides to buy it first." By which he meant a group of Horsemen to roll in, kill everyone, and steal the loot.
"Who was your tour guide of the company? I had a Scottish guy give me my first tour." He also suddenly was wondering where Rep might actually be, and how in the seven hells would he summon Tracey in a boat if things went south.
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 8:21 pm
He'd obviously caught her at a bad time. Ofelia looked nothing like her usual perky, quirky self, her face pale and drawn, her hands gripping the railing so tightly her knuckles were white.
"Are you all right?" Gale asked, taking a hesitant step towards her. "You look a little sick...are you seasick?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 8:25 pm
She wouldn't get a full answer to that question, only a widening of a grin, almost wicked in it's sense. A man had his secrets when it came to how he got around, and he figured she had an open enough imagination to guess it. But, watching her dance was kind of adorable - she held good time, and if he wasn't such a bad dancer, he would have offered, only lightly rocking to keep with her swaying motion, at best.
"Mmm." He started when he was asked his age, lifting his free hand to count under his breath for a moment. "Twenty-and-One. Old enough to know better and get out on my own, mm?" He stated, before smirking. "It is up to you, I will follow, I can tell you are looking at that crème glacée." He teased lightly. "In the 'ands of the lady."
Quote: Name tag: Pierre Laporte Cash: 550$
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 8:27 pm
"Um...maybe a lil'?" Ofelia felt bad lying to Gale. Like...really bad, kick a puppy sort of bad. He'd never been anything but peachy to her and here she was just sort of passing it off. "It's....actually more or less if we get inta an accident Ah can't swim." The young woman chuckled faintly and uneasily, the look on her face clearly stating then and there that she wasn't lying about that.
A glance back out at the open murkiness had her shuddering in her sleeveless gown. She'd be cold with what she normally liked to wear too, she had to remind herself of that, and this was more a shake of unease. Ofelia didn't consider herself a prophet by any means of the imagination so maybe this bad feeling was just her not wanting to be on a boat.
On the ocean.
Full of water and sharks. (Ofelia did like sharks though).
"Ah'll be okay though. How 'bout ya? Ya look really good." She smiled at the compliment she gave, meaning it.Quote: name tag hannah grayson money roughly $4100 currently wearing this
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 8:30 pm
Lawrence made it his business to remember names in case they came in handy later. "Melvin and Rin were my lovely introduction to the world of the waking, partner." His accent was strange, a metronome between what sounded possibly working class English and learned and grossly exaggerated American. "A little bit stiff but from what I've seen that is not too uncommon around here." The guy who had given them their briefing had seemed a little bit high strung aswell.
"They thought I had amnesia. I wish I was so lucky."
He made a face before lowering his voice slightly. "Are the um." he tapped the watch with its faintly glowing face as if someone had jammed the nightlight with a fingernail. "Are they always so ...strange?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 8:32 pm
He frowned a little, concern flickering across his face. "Do you want to go sit down somewhere?" Gale asked, peering over the side of the ship at the wide railings and the ocean that stretched beyond. "I know this isn't the greatest place to be right now, this is all a little bizarre..."
He glanced around, fiddling with the bag. "Thanks," he answered, a little quieter than normal. "Not sure I like being here, though. There are so many people, and I haven't a clue as to why we're here in the first place..."
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