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OPENING SCENE

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We request the honor of your presence at the Farewell Festival - a bittersweet commencement dedicated to honoring the returning and incoming students of the TeFiti Academy. -- Signed, Moana.

The grand S.S. Motunui seems to stretch for miles on either side as students and families board the vessel. Word of mouth traveled through kingdoms and islands of how massive the oceanic treasure would be compared to its blueprints, but it's to no one surprise when you can still see the gaping awe at its glory. The S.S. Motunui has traveled far and wide, accepting and welcoming naive young minds and birthing leaders beyond compare. And now, it is decorated by experienced hands to welcome families and friends today, who have long waited for it to arrive.

A stairwell decorated with ribbons and flowers of different shades of blues and whites will take you up towards the main deck, where the event takes place. TeFiti staff clad in white are there to guide you to the momentous occasion, displaying trademark pearly whites and friendly eyes. They welcome you.

Atop the vessel, a spec-free deck holds tables and chairs for everyone to dine, the far side being the prime location for a variety of cuisines and alcohol-free beverages. However, the short walk isn't needed as waiters and waitresses carrying trays of sparkling cider and bite-sized foods can be seen snaking their way through the crowd in search of hungry or thirsty hands to satisfy.

Among the friendly faces is Princess and Chancellor Moana, who is also greeting and shaking hands with everyone who chooses to cross her path. Her sole mission being to share a smile or a heartfelt laugh with her community upon her livelihood.

Along with Moana, TeFiti Academy and S.S. Motunui staff are all greeting guests as well, whoever chooses to join them on this grand day.









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malakai
waialiki
i hope no one saw that..
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https:///www.malakai-waialiki.com/son-of-moana
the waialiki descendant fiddled with the buttons of his white dress shirt as he made his way up to the collar, purposefully leaving a few alone for the sake of style. his thick eyebrows furrowed with concentration as he straightened out his sleeves before lifting his head up to meet the floor lengthed mirror in front of him. then, they softened with pride in his presentation. handsome. dashing. charming. all words that could be used to describe who malakai was at the moment. his sun-kissed skin seemed to gleam in approval as the gold chain he wore reflected off his chiseled chest. it was perfect for the momentous occasion that was awaiting him on the main deck. a hint of cologne trailed after every step he took, sure to draw in the attention of whoever he passed today. that was the goal. he wanted to be remembered.

the son of moana couldn't settle for anything less than perfection today as his reputation as an individual was on the line. he knew that walking onto the S.S. Motunui, he would be no stranger even to the faces he didn't know the names of. but malakai didn't want to be just known as the son of the chancellor if he didn't have to be. he had a name. he has a life of his own. and he was keen on making an appearance to get out of his mother's shadow. waialiki didn't expect the change to happen today, or even tomorrow, but he was itching to start his own path aboard the oceanic treasure that was his mother's creation.

the stride out of his room, navigating the hallways as easily as glancing at the back of his hand, was a breeze. it was fairly empty considering the rest of the students were either already on the deck or still getting ready. occasionally he would see the familiar face or had to stop because someone called his name, but it didn't take him long to reach the deck. and once he did, his trademark smile habitually grew upon his face when he was met with fresh air. being met with the skies was as enjoyable as a kiss, in his opinion. and his mother's elaborate decor was no disappointment to him as it added onto his good mood.

almost instinctively, malakai reached out to the tray holding flutes of sparkling cider and thanked the man before his legs took his slowly down the pathway. and it wasn't long before he was met with a very familiar face, one that beamed at the sight of him. oh boy, he thought to himself as he was immediately scooped up into a hardy embrace by moana. careful not to spill his glass on her, he planted a kiss on the top of her head and took her own smooches on his cheeks with pride.

❛ glad to see someone's in a good mood, ❜ he stated with a grin before pulling away to admire her look. it was clear that a good sense of fashion ran in the family as he nodded his head with approval. his mother always dressed with class and grace but never strode far from their cultural wear. moana wore her attire with pride. ❛ this place is a hit, ama, i'm proud. ❜

her touch never left her son's back as she laid her head against him for a moment. together, they both admired her accomplishments that unfolded in front of their eyes.

❛ that means everything coming from you, kiddo, ❜ the princess replied before offering two back pats and pulling away completely. the sight of more guests reaching the top of the stairwell and walking the deck caught her attention before she turned back to malakai.

❛ you have fun today, okay? i'll catch up with you later. ❜ she added, a while giving him a look that told him to behave before she walked off. he couldn't help but raise both hands in a way that showed he understood before he made his way over to the other end of the boat. his nose was leading him to the smell of food, the aroma of potent limes for ceviche reminding him of how hungry he was.
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Isla was so close to the taste of freedom she could barely stand it. Just one more event before she was family free and able to do whatever she pleased, whenever she pleased, without the disapproving glances of her family.

Isla sat herself down in a chair close to her, and began to put on her shoes; a pair of gold strappy sandals that sparkled in the light. It was the perfect accessory to pair with her dress, a deep viridian that was form fitting and hugged all the right places, and they matched her jewelry wonderfully. She preferred simple jewelry: a thin gold chain around her neck, diamonds for earrings, and a simple gold band around her wrist. She knew she looked breathtaking, and that was her goal. She had a desire to turn as many heads as she could tonight, whether they hated her or not, they wouldn't be able to say she wasn't hot as hell.

Sandals securely fastened around her ankles, Isla sat back in the chair with her eyes closed for a moment, feeling the gentle movement of the ship around her. It felt good to be back. After coming here as a way to win back her grandmother's affection she hadn't expected to enjoy it as much as she did. It was like a second home to her, and with some of the friends she'd made here, it almost felt more like home than her actual home back in DunBroch. She only wished her brother was there with her; even for just that night. He was too busy travelling, he'd said. Part of her wondered if he just didn't want to come home anymore. Either way, she thought it was pretty selfish of him to bail out on the Farewell Festival. In fact, the only family member that didn't bail was her mother.

Isla loved her mother, really. In fact, Merida was the family member Isla felt she had the most in common with. The stories that her uncles would tell about her mother when she was younger inspired Isla to be who she was today. A strong powerful woman who could provide for herself. Someone who was brave. Someone who was wild. While her mother was still a strong woman with a bit of a wild streak, she'd grown to be a bit of a stick in the mud. At least from where Isla stood.

"Ah, enough hesitating." She mumbled to herself before rising to her feet. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and couldn't deny herself a cute little once over of a look. Once again she was reminded that she looked fine as hell that evening, and nothing could get in her way. A smile crept onto her face that had disappeared a moment before when she thought of her brother, and she found herself anticipating the party in a much more positive way. Still that didn't stop her from dipping into her stash: a nice bottle of scotch she'd brought from home, and pouring herself a double shot for luck. She downed it easily, and left the glass and the bottle at her desk before making her way out of her room and towards the deck.

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Isla loved the smell of the sea. She always had. In the Highlands it was different, of course. The air was crisper, and there was always a bit of wind-chill or the smell of afternoon rain paired with it. Here it was warm and still, the water a bright blue instead of a murky green. She loved it just the same, and inhaled deeply as she approached the deck, basking in the warmth of the sun on her skin. Warm at eleven in the morning? This was heaven on earth.

"Ye look good." Merida's voice appeared over the mumble of the crowd, and Isla whirled around to face her, admittedly a bit startled. She hadn't expected her mother to find her before she'd had a chance to mingle a bit. It was a nice compliment, her mother hadn't always understood the idea of getting all dolled up, and Isla was appreciative of the olive branch.

Still, she responded with a bit of an awkward laugh. "Er, yeah. Thanks." Isla wrinkled her nose a bit and looked away, not really able to bring herself to make eye contact. It was as if she was worried that her mother would peer past her eyes, into her soul, and pick out the thing she was most sensitive about in the moment to talk about.

However, without even speaking about it, it seemed that Merida knew discussing her brother, Liam, wasn't a great plan for conversation. Instead, Merida grinned a wide grin and pulled her daughter in for a hug. "Am proud o' ye. Ye're doin' good wee'an." Her mother was always physically affectionate, but two compliments in one night almost had Isla on the verge of tears. The only way to save her makeup was with humor, and she knew it.

She laughed gently and pulled away from her mother. "Aw, come on. You're gonna embarrass me in front of all these people." Still, Isla couldn't hide her smile, and her mother gave her a knowing look that made Isla's heart soar. Perhaps things were looking up for her, family-wise. Shame it took this long for it to happen, and shame it took going to school on the literal ocean to bring her family around a little bit. But it was still appreciated.

Merida didn't do so well with the deeper emotions, and once she felt herself getting misty-eyed, she decided it was time to take some distance for a moment. I ken ye wannae mingle, wee'an, s'go on! Jus' come an' find me later." Her mother gave her another firm squeeze of the arm, then disappeared into the crowd presumably to go and do her own mingling with the other parents. Or more likely, to hunt down some food options.

Isla was more concerned about finding something to drink, at least so her hands would have something to do, and found herself wandering around the deck. It didn't take long for an option to present itself in front of her, and she graciously accepted a cider that had been held out to her on a platter. She smiled - and winked! - at the cute waitress that offered her the drink, but didn't stay to chat. There were other students to mingle with. In fact, there was a whole new group of them that hadn't laid foot in the Academy ever before, and Isla was thrilled to meet some new faces.

Particularly the new face that she saw interacting so affectionately with Chancellor Moana. A grin spread wide across her face. She knew Moana had a son, and she'd heard rumors that he'd be attending this year. Still, she wasn't one to believe it until she could see it. And oh boy, could she see him. She downed a bit of the cider, waiting for him to part from his mother (after all, Isla had a knack of getting into trouble, and she wasn't exactly the Chancellor's favorite), and once he'd separated from her long enough, Isla made her approach.

Not one for tact really, and unable to hid her eagerness, Isla popped up like a meerkat in front of Malakai with a friendly smile on her face and a hand outstretched for a nice, firm shake. "Hey there! I'm Isla. You must be new. I think I'd remember a face like yours." She couldn't help the playful flirtation that graced her tone.








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Ash was laying half-dressed on his bed, a crumpled piece of paper held, unfolded, in his hand. He wasn't looking at it, though. His other hand lay over his face, covering his eyes and shielding the fact that tears welled up inside them. He'd been away from home before, but now on a ship surrounded by people that looked at him as a villain, he felt so incredibly isolated. He found himself missing Smee more than anyone, but he understood that he couldn't leave Neverland as freely as Ash could. None of them could really leave, the risk of aging was far too dangerous for them. And so, as everyone else attended the festival with their families and friends, Ash couldn't bear to join them just yet.

He heaved a heavy sigh, his chest shuddering a bit as he did, but he used the hand that covered his face to wipe his tears away. He sat up, throwing his long legs over the side of his bed, the silver necklaces about his neck sliding against the bare skin of his chest until they hung lazily, latticed around his neck. His hair was tousled from laying against his pillow, and his eyes looked deep and tired. He didn't really care, and he didn't feel like looking at himself in the mirror. Instead, he finally looked at the letter.

He already knew what it said, of course. Smee had sent him away with it, and Ash had read it the first moment he felt lonely, as Smee had instructed. It was a reminder of the love back home, not that it came from his father, but Smee had signed it for himself and for the Captain as well. An apology for being unable to attend such a momentous occasion, a reminder of how much pride was held for him, and a soft request to return to them one day. He knew that Smee worried about that: always concerned that Asherah's relationship with his father would keep him from returning to Neverland ever again. Ash couldn't fault him for that. It wasn't an entirely unwarranted anxiety, after all, Ash had so often felt like fleeing from his home when he was growing up. Nothing would stop him from showing kindness to the only man that ever showed him kindness, though. Smee, not the Captain, was like a father to him. And Ash already missed him desperately.

Ash tenderly folded up the letter and slid it delicately beneath his pillow where he knew he'd be able to find it for comfort later. He had a feeling he as going to need it. Then, he gathered all six foot two inches of himself and rose up from the bed, swaying a little as he stood. His brain still felt a little foggy from the tears, but he figured he could shake it off before he ventured out onto the ship.

He at least still had the time it would take him to get dressed.

His fingers wrapped around the silk shirt he'd set out for the festivities, and he slipped it over his head and let it slide down onto his upper body before tucking it loosely into his pants. From a hanger he'd hung on the door, he pulled his jacket: a nice corduroy suit jacket that hung a little loosely on him, save for his shoulders where the material tightened around the wideness of them. He rolled his shoulders, settling into the jacket and relieving some tension all in one go, then popped his neck for good measure.

Was he ready to face the crowd? Not really. But it didn't seem like he really had a choice, and he couldn't just hide out in his room forever. Even if he would've been perfectly happy doing so.

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The ship was comforting, in a way, to Ash. He'd grown up on a ship. Sure, not one like this, but he figured the mechanics of it couldn't be too far off. And still, the gentle sway of it as it floated on the water in port was a calming and familiar feeling to Ash. Despite treading water, it made him feel sort of grounded.

He strolled through the hallways as if he were a shadow, not to keen on amassing any sort of attention from the others on board just yet. He figured if he didn't make eye contact, hugged the wall as he walked, and held his chin up then people wouldn't notice him. Or, if they did, then they'd be too intimidate to actually approach him. That's how he preferred it. It kept all the wrong people at bay, and all the right people at arms length. It was easier that way.

The sun greeted him as he approached the deck, and his tired eyes squinted against it helplessly. He enjoyed sunlight... just maybe not after he'd been crying in his dark room like the sad boy he was. He sighed, accidentally out loud, and garnered a few confused looks from some of the people around him. Oops, he hadn't meant to do that. Awkwardly, he moved around them, and made a beeline for a table in his line of sight.

He would've made it there faster if not for the waitress handing out hors d'oeuvres who managed to cross his exact path. He stopped as quickly as he could, his heels digging onto the floor. She stopped as well, and only just managed to keep her tray stable. She laughed a little awkwardly, then held the tray out to him, almost as a peace offering. "Sorry," she said, with a voice that sounded like tinkling bells, "I wasn't looking. Um. Bruschetta?"

Ash was desperate to be anywhere but here in the middle of the floor, actually speaking to someone. Though, he decided, it wasn't the waitresses fault, so he might as well try and be civil. A hesitant smile wavered on his lips, and he forced a good-natured chuckle out of himself that managed to sound natural enough. "Er, yeah thanks." His voice was raspy and tired, but she didn't seem to notice. He reached out and took a slice of the tomato-topped bruschetta. She seemed to look at him expectantly, as if waiting for him to try it, so he took a bite out of it, and gave it an, honestly, lame sort of thumbs up.

That seemed to assuage her, and she skirted off, muttering a pleasant, "Let me know if you need anything."

Ash was free to continue on his previous path, so he popped the rest of the bruschetta in his mouth, rubbed his fingers together to remove the crumbs from them, and approached the table he'd seen before, keeping an eye out for any napkins he might be able to use now that he'd already been convinced to eat.








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jean-l.
facilier
this should be interesting.
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https:///www.jean-legba-facilier.com/son-of-dr-facilier
❛ you're already off to a shit start, facilier, ❜ obvious annoyance and disappointment were crossed on one of the guard's faces, with a hint of impatience dripping from his lips. in his gloved hand, he displayed a pre-rolled joint that jean had to hand over thanks to the douche who didn't know how to have a good time. no sign of regret formed on the facilier child's face, he wouldn't let him enjoy that reaction. instead, he merely shrugged before letting a sly grin tug at the corner of his lips.

❛ keep this up and you'll be off the boat as fast as you boarded. ❜ he needed to add, earning a less-than-serious reaction from jean. instead, a flabbergasted hand rested on his chest as he pretended to be distraught.

❛ oh no please.. not off the ship!, ❜ facilier mocked, before a villainous chuckle escaped from his buxom lips. his demeanor quickly returned to normal as he watched the guard scurry off in anger. and for a moment, he couldn't help but stare at the empty space that was occupied by him just a few seconds ago. he hadn't been on the S.S. Motunui for more than a day and he already earned some rep from staff. it was all going according to plan.

turning back into his cozy room, an accessorized hand stretched out to grab the last piece that would officially tie his look all together: a chain specifically made to hang at his hip from the loops of his slacks. in the modern world, it would be deemed as inappropriate, but chains were jean's go-to accessory. not only did he find them to be fashionable, it added a personality piece to an otherwise formal look that he wouldn't willingly wear. this was for the sake of the festival, and if he must dress according to code, he would allow himself a little flare. they owed him that. they took his blunt after all.

after finally being satisfied with his appearance, jean walked out of his room and shut the door behind him before casually navigating his way up to the main deck. through his stride, it was to no one's surprise that he wasn't in a hurry to reach his destination. in fact, a part of him purposefully took his time to look over a place he would call home for a few years of his life. his mind shuddered at the thought of why he stood here in the first place as it scratched at a part of his memory he didn't want to relive anymore. but it was too late. the memory had plagued his mind once more. adonis had snaked his way inside, yet again. broussard still held some weight on jean's heart and it was something that he hated to admit. TeFiti academy wouldn't have crossed his mind if it wasn't for his ex and their desire to start some fantasy life together, away from new orleans.

but it was exactly that: a fantasy. a dumb one and one full of stupidity to ever think possible. it just wasn't.. not to jean, at least. the reoccurring reminiscence pissed him off every time he had to revisit it and it was one that made him itch once he realized that alcohol wouldn't be available to help swallow this hardy emotion. get over it.

a few minutes passed and after every few steps he took up the stairwell, the music blaring grew louder. eventually, he was met with blue skies and a much bigger crowd than he anticipated. familiar faces were engraved in his mind, not from previous encounters but from word of mouth. the faces of the most notorious villains caused a genuine, internal smile to grow on his face once he realized that he was in the presence of the greatest evils to walk the earth. it was enough to wipe his mind clean of adonis, thankfully. now these were his people, and it made him buzz with joy. eventually, he would be them. a scary story passed down from families to families. a legend used to make disobedient kids never want to disrespect again.

this made jean crane his neck to the side until he heard a familiar pop. he was allowing himself to get comfortable once more. eyeing a silver platter with flutes of sparkling cider coming his way, facilier smoothly stepped forward and took one off the waitress' hands, his gaze locking with her forrest green hues.

❛ don't stray too far from me, darling.. i'll need your services again, ❜ the term of endearment escaped from his alluring tone, his gaze only breaking as he took a sip from the glass. when he opened them, the waitress was met with dark eyes. ones that were captivating, yet unsettling at the same time. as attractive as jean-legba facilier may be, his presence was nothing less than one of a king cobra: frighteningly enchanting but with a bite that promised certain death. he was a trap and she was dancing on a fine line.
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son of ursula
location
s.s. motunui farewell festival.
mood
anxious.
outfit
here.
mentions
open.
keanu bahari.
The rooms were nice at least.

Honestly, that was about as much as Keanu could allow himself to focus on. There was so much going on, so many people. It was all a bit of a blur. He barely remembered even boarding the boat. Hell, he barely remembered leaving the ocean earlier to meet with the guards who had led him to the boat. Why did his mother send him here again? Surely she realized there was no way he'd be able to accomplish anything here. Or was that why he was here? Ursula knew just how much of a failure her son was, so she got him out of her way.

Yeah...that made more sense. Sounded more like the sea-witch that he'd known for the last twenty-two years.

The room was nice though. It had a bed, and there was a desk with a chair, and even a mirror! So used to living underwater in a cave, Keanu wasn't used to seeing so much furniture in a small space. People on land were something else. At least it was looking like he'd be able to enjoy his 'punishment'. Because clearly, that's what this was. Or meant to be. Normally Keanu wasn't lucky, but maybe...maybe he could stay? Clearly he was nothing like his mother if she sent him here for being such a failure, so maybe the people in charge could see that he was worthy of staying here?

Gods above, he hoped so.

Sitting in the chair, in front of his desk, Keanu scratched absently at his cloth covered arm. He wasn't used to clothing with sleeves, although it seems he'd have to become used to it. He was in his human form, among humans, so he'd have to figure it out. Soon, preferably. He really didn't want to stand out.

A knock on the door, drew him out of his thoughts. Head snapping up in surprise, he almost tripped as he tried to hurry to his feet. Catching himself on the desk, he let out a breath of surprise. He really needed to pay more attention...

Another knock.

"C-coming...!" he called out. Fixing himself, he took a deep breath, shaky as it was, and went to the door. Wiping his sweaty palms on his slacks, he inhaled. As he exhaled, he reached out, opening the door to the disgruntled guard on the other side. Keanu winced.

"Let's go."

"Y-yes! S-sorry..." he mumbled, hurrying after him to the deck where the festival was being held.

It was supposed to be a farewell party for the parents and children. When he'd first heard of it, Keanu's first thought had been to laugh. As if his mother would leave her cave and postpone business deals to see him off. Him. Her greatest failure. He sighed, raising a hand to shield his eyes as they made it to the deck. Well. At least the decor was nice.

He was thinking that a lot lately. Nice. Well, not like he really knew any better way to describe it.

He turned to thank the guard, only to find that he'd already left. Keanu nodded to himself. Seemed about right. Why hang around the villain kid. Crossing the deck to the first empty space he saw, all he could manage to do was stand there awkwardly. Grabbing his left arm with his right, he scratched at the fabric again, absently, watching the people pass him by.

Gods...why was here again...? "Coming here has to have been a mistake..."
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daughter of mirabel
location
s.s. motunui farewell festival.
mood
annoyed.
outfit
here.
mentions
open.
renata madrigal.
With a quick tug at the hem of her dress, Renata slipped into her heels. Smoothing the fabric over her stomach she tilted her head, checking her reflection in the mirror for the fifth time. She'd been standing in similar positions for the last hour, checking and double checking her appearance. Everything had to be perfect. She was about to be surrounded by all her classmates and their parents, it wouldn't do to look anything less than her best. Sure, they probably wouldn't care too much about her, but if she showed up looking slovenly then they'd definitely take notice.

No, best to play it smart and blend in with the masses.

"Now...sleeves or no sleeves?" she mused. The little black dress was perfectly fine on its own, with the sweetheart neckline, but this was meant to be a family affair. Adding the sleeves would add a bit of a more casual tone to her look.

With a sigh, she pulled them on. Better to have them than not. Grabbing her clutch off her make-up table, she double checked that she had everything she'd need before heading out the door and to the deck.

Renata sighed in frustration as she made the final step and reached the growing crowd. Sure, she loved a party like any girl, but did it have to be a whole event for parents? It was almost sickening at times, seeing the way some people fawned over the fact that their parents were going to be here. Why couldn't they have just said their goodbyes before boarding the boat in the first place? And no, she was not jealous. She was glad that her mother didn't even know her whereabouts, not that the great Mirabel Madrigal would come, even if she did know where her eldest daughter had disappeared to.

Sure, maybe tΓ­a Isa or even gran tΓ­o Bruno would have come, but she couldn't ask that of them. TΓ­a had her own kids to take care of and tΓ­o Bruno was getting older and such a long journey surely wouldn't be good for him. Still...a small part of Renata wishes that maybe they could've come. While she had plenty of problems with her mother, she did miss some of her family.

She shook her head, tossing her hair over her shoulder, in an effort to distract herself. There wasn't time to think about such awful things. Family event it may be, but it was still a party. And Renata thrived at parties. But first.

"A drink..." she hummed. "Maybe three."

With a small smirk to herself, she headed straight for the bar. Why waste time with traveling servers when she could go straight to the source?
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naomi-v.
fang
where are ya, ruby?
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https:///www.naomi-virana-fang.com/daughter-of-namaari
the creaminess of the potato followed by the smokiness of the bacon sent naomi's eyes tilting back into her skull as she bit into the hor dourve the waiter had pushed into her hand. she didn't seek a meal coming up from her dorm room but the man clad in white insisted that she tried it. just a bite, he had reiterated moments earlier as he lowered the tray in front of a hesitant naomi. but now, all she could think was: fucking hell, they never disappoint.

a small smile tugged at her glossed, buxom lips as the waiter was once again met with her pretty browns. and she couldn't help but chuckle at the cheesy smile he displayed, one that showed he was proud. ❛ you did it again, ❜ fang reassured, slipping her last bite of potato into her mouth before wiping her hands off with a napkin that he had given her. from the time she stepped onto the S.S. Motunui, she was keen on making friends with the staff aboard. if she was spending a few years with them, she thought it was in her best interest to break the ice. and one of them was with her favorite waiter, earning the privilege of addressing him by his name. simon.

simon and naomi had grown to be friends, and seeing him was one of the highlights of her return to the academy after the break. and when she got to the main deck with the other group of seniors and their parents, naturally she gravitated to the first familiar face she saw in the crowd. she figured she would stand by him and take advantage of her opportunity to say hello before something else pulled her attention away for the day. and that something.. no, someone, arrived sooner than expected.

from the top of the stairwell, naomi instinctively recognized the short-raven hair that was floating towards her. garbed in a white pant suit with gold embellishments and accessories was none other than the beautiful chief namaari. otherwise known as naomi's mother. aside from the different hairstyle, they were spitting images of each other. one could not deny that they were mother and daughter. and seeing each other face to face was fuel for overwhelming joy.

❛ my little naomi, you look beautiful! ❜ namaari chimed, her demeaor softening as she looked over her daughter's attire. naomi was clad in a classy dress with a plunging neck-line that hugged her figure, sparkling gladiator sandals snaking around her silky legs, and gold jewelry that reflected off her skin. the compliment from her mother made her heart swell as they embraced for a moment.

❛ you as well, mommy, i'm happy you could make it. ❜ the genuine reply slipped with a sweet tone, but the princess of fang knew that namaari wouldn't have missed a chance to see her. she never did even when the farewell was short-lived. this time, however, it was a long journey. excluding the few times naomi would go home during breaks, the daughter and mother would be separated for a year while she set sail aboard the S.S. Motunui. while the temporary departure was for the greater good, the split never got easier.

❛ i'd never miss it, ❜ namaari reassured, squeezing her daughter's hands before letting her own fall back to her side, ❛ and neither would ruby. her amount of excitement could fuel our transport if that were possible. she's been eager to see you. ❜ she added.

ruby. ruby nadine heart. naomi's sister in another lifetime that had reunited like kindred spirits in this generation. it was too long since the last time she had remembered being in her friend's company. the two had departed when naomi was the first to enroll in the academy, and while the fang princess did have her fun here with meeting new people, no one's companionship could compare to her heart's. hearing the reminder that this would be the year the reunited made her head spin in a joyous manner. internally, she was squealing like a child meeting her idol. but she kept a cool and collected demeanor on the outside, only letting a toothy grin pull at the corners of her lips.

naturally, naomi turned to face the crowd, scanning faces for ruby's. c'mon heart, where are you?!
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Another dreadful year at the god-awful Tefiti Academy has come around again and Mallory was not happy at all about it. In her own words, Tefiti was hell on Earth and had the most boring people she'd ever met. And that is saying something since she was born and raised on the Isle of The Lost. Three years ago, Mallory's mother, Maleficent, came to her with the worst life-changing news. She had been invited to attend Tefiti Academy and to her surprise, Maleficent told her she had to go. Every day leading up to the day she was set to depart from her gloomy home, she argued and debated with her mother, trying to get out of going. And every single time, she'd lose the arguments and have no choice but to go. Not a lot of things scared Mallory but her mother being angry sure did. Of course, for her third year back, Mallory argued her butt off and lost the argument, once again. But this time, her mother actually gave her a really good reason to attend. Maleficent found out that Arlo Tremblay, son of Aurora, and her relentless little prince, Phillip were going to be attending the academy this year. She told her daughter that she would go and eliminate Arlo to finally get revenge on Aurora. Maleficent gave Mallory strict rules and instructions to abide by and if Mallory failed or backed out, there would be serious consequences. So, Mallory agreed and was off to Tefiti for another year, unfortunately.

Mallory sat in a chair in front of her vanity. She had various makeup and skincare products laid out, ranging from lipsticks to sunscreens. Mallory grabbed a tube of SPF 50 moisturizer and dotted the white cream all over her pale-grey face. After gently and carefully rubbing it all in, making sure to get her neck, she dusted her face with powder which made her already pale skin even paler. Mallory liked the dead look she always had and makeup products were good enhancers. She reached for a black eyeliner pencil and leaned into the vanity, extending her neck so it was a few inches from the mirror. Mallory applied the liner with a steady hand on both eyes and capped the product. When you do this same routine every day for many years, you perfect it and can do it even with your eyes closed. For the finale of her routine, she grabbed the darkest shade of black lipstick she owned and once again with a steady hand, applied a generous but even amount to her luscious lips. Smacking her lips, she capped the product and opened a drawer in the vanity. With one hand on the handle, she used the other one to gently slide all of her products into the drawer, closing it with a gentle thud. Mallory leaned back in her chair and examined her facial features very carefully. Her eyelashes were long and full, coated in mascara, and her already prominent cheekbones had been defined even more with a dark contour. She truly looked stunning and Mallory was proud of how she looked.

Mallory stood up from her vanity, pushed her chair under, and walked over to her full-body mirror. She turned her body in every direction and examined how she looked in her new dress. Back on the Isle, she had sewn this beautiful black long-sleeve dress that went past her ankles one day and she figured it would be best for this dumb farewell event that was being held on the main deck of the cruise ship. The dress was made out of slinky jersey which hugged Mallory's body tightly and contoured her curvy figure. She paired the dress with black stilettos that gave her an extra two inches of height. Originally, Mallory wasn't going to wear any jewelry at all but she changed her mind and put on a silver necklace that had a diamond M as the pendant. It laid perfectly on her chest since the dress has a scoop neckline. She had stolen the necklace from an elderly woman who owned a jewelry store back on the Isle. The necklace had caught her eye since it was shockingly made from a real diamond and it was also her initial. Mallory took one last look at herself before spritzing on some perfume and grabbing her black lace parasol umbrella. She knew it'd be bright and sunny on the main deck and she didn't want to burn even if she had sunscreen on. It also kept the sun out of her eyes so she didn't have to squint and cause her to have crow's feet in the future. Mallory fluttered her wings a bit which blew some papers to the ground but she didn't care. She had thought about wrapping her horns in a headdress but she ended up deciding against it. There was no reason for her to hide them and she wanted to make sure everyone got a good look at her.

Mallory turned away from her mirror and walked to her door, swinging it open, she walked right out. It wasn't really a long walk to the deck but at the pace, Mallory was going, it took her a few extra minutes. She didn't care to rush to this boring event and made sure to take her time. Finally, Mallory reached the staircase that was decorated in the academy's colors and she made her way up. As she walked closer, she could hear the loud music and chatter which made her gag. She did not like parties at all and she knew it'd annoy her. When Mallory made it to a part of the deck where she could see everyone and everything and everyone could see her, all heads turned and look at her. Everyone immediately fell quiet except for the few whispers she could hear. She knew people were shocked and most likely terrified to see her and Mallory absolutely loved the feeling. She smirked slightly and mentally laughed. It gave her a boost of energy and serotonin. After a few minutes of unwanted stares and whispers, everyone looked away and went back to what they were doing. Mallory scanned the crowd of people that were already there and she noticed some familiar faces and some new faces. As she scanned around, some of the waiters that were running around tried to come up to her to offer a drink or a snack but before they could even get a foot near her, she raised her hand up and gestured them away.

In the crowd of people, Mallory was able to spot her mother easily. She was standing alone, on the other side of the deck, facing everyone. No one wanted to be near her so there was a good gap between her and the students with their parents. Mallory made her way across the deck and she didn't even have to say excuse me because everyone quickly moved out of her way. As she walked by a group of students, she fluttered her wings quickly and a few of them jumped back and squealed. She smirked and kept walking straight ahead. Finally, she reached her mother and stood directly in front of her. "Hello, mother," Mallory said in a soft tone. Maleficent looked her daughter up and down and nodded. "You look beautiful, darling," Maleficent replied while slightly smiling. A compliment from her mother was very rare so Mallory took it and internally, she was happy. Mallory turned to face the crowd, backing up slowly so that she stood shoulder-to-shoulder with her mother. The pale, winged Dark Fae's looked very intimidating as they both scanned the crowd before them, watching everyone like hawks.

After a few minutes, Mallory turned her head to face her mother and spoke in a soft tone, "Do I have to be here? I don't want to be here at all this year." Maleficent turned her head to face Mallory and stared her directly in the eye. "Do not ask me this again. I have already told you why you are here this year and you will do exactly as I tell you." The mother-daughter duo stared each other in the eye and Mallory knew exactly what was about to happen. Every time they couldn't come to an agreement, they had this staring contest where they used their magic to help them out. Maleficent's eyes turned bright, emerald green and so did Mallory's. The two stared at each other as their eyes glowed green with magic. After a few minutes, Mallory's eyes started to sting and fill with tears. Her right eye twitched in pain and a tear rolled down her face. But Maleficent didn't show any emotion. Her eyes stayed dry and unmoving, as she stared deeply into Mallory's soul. Mallory gave in and blinked, looking away and wiping a tear from her eye. "I win," Maleficent said in a mocking tone and Mallory rolled her eyes. She faced the crowd again and didn't say anything. Mallory was angry and bitter but she couldn't do anything about it. She lost and her mother won. As she stared into the crowd only one thing traipsed her mind. Eliminate Arlo Tremblay.











































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samuel rodhe
"I never understood why mom and dad were so obsessed with that school full of prissy pants..."

The words of his late sister seemed to echo in Sam's mind as green eyes observed the deck around him. The prince had already left his room, taking his sweet time to unpack each and every article he had decided was important enough to bring with him on the magnificent ship. An utterly clear attempt at biding his time before he'd be in what would be one of his least favorite spots of the boat: the deck.

With a perfect vantage point of the waves nearly surrounding them all, and the sounds of water lapping against the ginormous boat that would hold him hostage for however long, his nimble fingers deftly tied a bundle of sailor's rope into knots in an anxious, endless, loop. A tightness in his chest left him silent for most of this endeavor, jade gaze seemingly looking out at nothing as he sat at a random empty table. He knew his parents would surely arrive to say goodbye. They haven't kept their eyes off of him ever since he told them that he would return to school.

His standoffish demeanor did not match his outfit. Clad in a black suit jacket and a loose-fitting white button-down, ginger hair slicked back to reveal his sharpened features made him look rather put together. The appearance was all for his mother, knowing she appreciated it when he put in that extra effort for events.

"Making new friends already, hm?" A playful, familiar voice willed him out of his anxious stupor, and his gaze looked to his right to find his mom, looking radiant as usual. A sarcastic smirk lifted Sam's features as he rolled his eyes, stuffing his bundle of rope into his jacket pocket whilst standing up,

"You know it, mom." He did his best to keep his voice steady and confident, but the dread and hint of fear couldn't help but linger. His father was right behind Ariel, clad with a smile that screamed pity. They both knew how much of a nightmare this was for him. Why they begged him to be here, he wasn't sure. But they knew his undying need to be a better Prince for them would will him to do nearly anything.

A familiar feeling of resentment began to build up in his stomach, threatening to spread into his chest, before Sam spoke up, "Dad, you came too? I'm honestly kind of honored. What will Tirulia do without either monarch?" Sarcasm was the easiest emotion to default to. It fell out of his lips effortlessly, and it made his father chuckle.

"I know, the castle might be in ruins by now.." The King's blue eyes met Sam's green ones for a brief moment, before they both decided to look elsewhere. God, this is unbearable.. Samuel thought to himself, wondering how long he'd have to deal with the cloud of pity and grief that his parents brought with them.


"I'm going to grab some snacks. Feel free to sit, or say hi to your old friends." A polite smile only lightened up his face for a moment, before he turned and walked towards the commotion. Was it rude to leave his parents like that? It's hard to tell. He knew they could certainly handle themselves, and that the weight of their gazes and expectations would've suffocated him at any moment.

Calloused hands dusted off his nearly-pristine suit jacket as Sam continued to look for a waiter, thankful to spot a plate full of deviled eggs. "Jackpot." He mumbled to himself, raising one his hands before exclaiming politely, "Excuse me, ma'am!" The well-dressed waitress stopped in her tracks, turning to face Sam with a well-mannered smile,

"Good eye. These surely won't last long." Sam simply let out a breathy chuckle in response to the woman's comment, nodding in thanks as he took one of the well-garnished eggs and popped it in his mouth. There were many faces here he recognized and others... not so much. He assumed these were the children of the villains that were invited this year, or simply new arrivals. Either way, he was glad to know that some students wouldn't know him. Because, despite his confident posture and aloof appearance, he simply wanted to disappear.
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nea odili
The warm sea breeze felt comfortable on Nea's exposed shoulders and neck, willing her to take a deep breath in and close her green eyes for a moment. Voluminous curls lifted lightly with the wind, her black dress pants shifting as well. Opening her eyes, she heard a familiar voice clearing his throat in a rather dramatic fashion. "So, do you plan on standing in the way for the entirety of the event, child?"

Irritation and sarcasm dripped with every word her father spoke, a daunting voice looming over her even when he wasn't there. "No, father." With that, she stepped to the side, allowing her self-centered parent to walk up next to her, looking smug as ever. "What fools.. allowing us to join their kin. Could snuff them out within-"

"Father... Focus." Nea's lowered her voice, her posture and face still looking polite and friendly enough. She knew her dad wasn't really here for her. Nea didn't exactly mind.. after all, she's lived her entire life with her father. The last thing she wanted to do was stay by his side during a party of all things.

Her gaze assessed the situation. So many attractive royals, full of potential. However, her eyes eventually landed upon the bar, finding an equally fashionable woman beginning to order a drink. Without looking back to her dad, Nea simple muttered, "Enjoy the party, father." She did not even wait for a response, walking to the bar with purpose. Once she arrived, she spoke up,

"Hi there, can I have a pina colada please?" the senior hummed, glossed lips curving up into a smile. The bartender got to work, quickly handing her the drink of choice. Turning to face the brunette clad in a black dress, Nea rested an elbow upon the bar whilst taking a sip of the sweet concoction. "Glad I'm not the only one who went straight for the alcohol.." Nea laughed, hoping to start a conversation with the royal. She needed to make friends, and fast. "The name's Nea, by the way. Are you a returning student?" Confidence was evident in everything from Nea's voice to her posture. Elegantly-decorated acrylic nails tapped on her ornate glass whilst her eyes stayed fixated on the stranger, lifting the glass to take another sip of her drink.


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aria winter

β€œMom, this is never going to work, I have no control!” Aria hissed to the older woman as they stood onboard the S.S. Motunui. It wasn’t that the ship was shaky or the rooms were disgusting, in fact it was all the opposite. Everything she’d seen so far was absolutely lovely, she had no qualms with the ship or the school or any of the faculty they’d come in contact with. Aria’s problem was with herself.

Elsa, Aria’s mother, sighed and placed a gentle hand on her daughter’s shoulder which the girl quickly stepped away from. β€œAria,” The woman started, seeing the fear in the young woman’s eyes, β€œI know what you’re going through. I know you’re scared, you just have to-”

β€œI won’t!” She said a bit louder than she intended, immediately glancing around to make sure no one was looking in their direction. β€œEmbracing my magic doesn’t work for me, Mom, it all just goes haywire. I’ve tried.” Aria whispered, squeezing her fists anxiously by her side. Elsa took note of this and inhaled deeply, shaking her head, β€œI really hoped I wouldn’t have to do this….” The white haired queen reached into her bag and pulled out a set of gloves, offering them to her daughter. β€œI had a pair when I was young, there’s no magic or spell, but it makes you feel like you can control things even when you’re scared.”

While Aria knew her mother was just trying to help, she couldn’t help but scoff, β€œSo they’re just gloves?” She shook her head, β€œI could freeze the entire student body, Mom, the entire ship and you’re forcing me to live on it for the year?! You’re endangering lives.” She fought, still trying to find a way off of the boat. Elsa placed a cool hand on her daughter’s cheek, holding her firmly so she couldn’t pull away, β€œAria, you have to learn to control this. I can’t help you. You have to find an anchor… You have to be your own anchor.”

Those words had been repeated to her year after year since the incident with her father and as much as she tried to implement them, Aria feared herself too much to ever truly try it. At the younger girl’s silence, Elsa let out another sigh, releasing her face and looking out over the water, β€œI know it’s hard and I won’t bore you with my story again,” She chuckled softly, pulling the girl to the fencing so she’d look at their similar reflections, β€œbut you’re my daughter, Aria, I wouldn’t be leaving you here if I didn’t think it’s what was best.”
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jaihid
ababwa
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Jaihid had dreaded this moment. He seemed to always dread the farewell festival for the Tefiti Academy; not because he was a pessimist. Well, okay he was a pessimist a lot of the time, but in this instant, he wasn't. Jai understood the sentiment behind the festival. Invite the family of the students, have everyone mingle, give everyone an excuse to drink and dance before school started again. That wasn't his issue. His issue was with how he was forced to be on deck, surrounded by his fellow students, watching everyone spend one last day with their parents before heading off to sea. People might call Jai bitter for that, but he didn't care. Every farewell festival, Jaihid had to be reminded that his father was embarrassed by him.

The past Princess Jasmine always showed support for her son. She loved him dearly, and anyone who called Jai a "momma's boy" would be correct. Ever since their family was banished to the Isle, Jasmine never stopped being there for her son. Royalty or not, Jasmine was a graceful and elegant woman, and she wouldn't let anything change that for her or her son. She knew it wasn't Jaihid's fault that they ended up where they were, so why would he have to be punished? Aladdin on the other hand had the complete opposite outlook. He blamed his son for all of his own actions. Jaihid can't really remember a lot about his father from growing up. Aladdin was never royalty, he had always been a street rat from his youth, before meeting Jasmine. When they were kicked out of the palace, Aladdin fell back on his old ways of stealing. Those habits only worsened once they were sent to the Isle.

And for some reason, that was beyond Jaihid for the longest time, Aladdin never took on blame for himself. Every chance he got, he would blame Jai. If Jasmine wasn't pregnant with Jai, they would be living in the castle in Agrabah. If Jai wasn't such a needy child growing up, Aladdin wouldn't have had to steal to provide for their family. And if Aladdin didn't have to steal, they wouldn't have ever sent to the Isle. Aladdin blamed Jaihid for everything bad in his life and he did his best to stay as far away from his own son as he possibly could.

Jasmine tried to reassure her son, she tried with everything she had to make sure her husband's attitude didn't harm Jaihid's mentality. And as much as Jaihid loves his mother and her efforts, nobody looks up to anybody like a boy looks up to his father. So whenever Jaihid invited both his parents to any school function and he saw only his mother, his heart broke. Not just broke, it shattered, like a freshly fired pottery piece; fresh out of the kiln, before the glaze to help reinforce its walls, is its most fragile. Any bit of pressure in the wrong spot, any drop from any height onto a hard surface; And the clay would shatter into dust.

And that's how Jaihid felt.

He stood in front of the massive window in his room, still dressed in his casual clothes. His window faced the water, and even though they were still anchored at shore, he could watch the motion of the water forever. At first, the ocean freaked him out. He was born in the desert, then moved to and island; which sure, is near water, but it was mostly land. When he thought about the ocean, all that filled his head was the unknown. The unsteadiness of the liquid abyss. Everything about it terrified him. But after spending his previous school year on this very boat, he came to respect the water. He realized that the ocean and the desert were more similar than they were different, and his mind found comfort in that.

He glanced over to the clothes he set out for today, a simple striped shirt with black slacks. With a few accessories he could throw together in two minutes, it wouldn't take him long to get dressed at all. Flicking his wrist over to glance at his silver watch, he noticed the event had technically already started, and he was officially late. This was his whole plan all along. If he could get there after all the welcome speeches and beginning ceremonies, he could just slip in, see his mother, and slip back out. It's what he did last year, and it was what he wanted to do this year.

Throwing on his outfit, he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked too stuffy, he didn't look like himself. His fingers made quick work of undoing many of the top buttons of his shirt & untucking his shirt a bit from his slacks. With more of his shirt open, even more of his tattoos were visible, and Jaihid felt closer to himself. After layering on a few necklaces, throwing on some rings, and touching up his hair, he felt like himself. Looking at the time again he figured there was no other way for him to delay getting to the lido deck. He took one more moment, leaning over his desk and his hands gripping the edges of the wood. There was a tightness building in his chest, he couldn't describe, but it wasn't unfamiliar. This was normal for Jaihid. Anything that had to do with family, anything that had to do with remembering his dad, his chest seemed to grow more and more tense. When Jasmine first dropped off Jaihid when he was a fresh student at Tefiti, Aladdin didn't come. Jaihid remembered that moment because as soon as he was alone in his room, he was grasping at his own throat because he couldn't breathe. He learned to cope with it better and better throughout the months, but he never seemed to get rid of it completely.

After his chest settled, he slipped his phone into his pocket and made his way to the door. He knew his way up to the lido deck by now. At first, he had to constantly keep a map on his person, never leaving his room without it. There were many nights were Jaihid got lost on the massive cruise ship, too many hallways that looked the same and too many buttons on the elevators. His first friend became one of the staff on the ship that constantly helped him back to his room. He felt embarrassed, looking back on it. He felt stupid. Every time he got lost, he couldn't believe his own stupidity. It was just his own room, it was in the living quarters section of the ship, he had his own room number, it shouldn't have been that hard. It only took him a week to remember how to get back to his room, but he was ashamed of himself that it took him so long.

Once up on the deck, he felt he could breathe. The fresh air of the saltwater breeze seemed to help fill his lungs and calm him down. Amidst all the mingling families, Jaihid's eyes searched for one woman only. It wasn't long before his eyes locked with an identical pair of deep brown eyes. His mother was never easy to overlook. Always dressing her best when being let off the Isle for her son, if it wasn't for the guard that had to follow close behind her, you would always assume she was still the Princess of Agrabah. As soon as she saw her son she smiled wide and opened her arms to him.

Jaihid's feet made quick work of walking towards his mother. As elegant as the woman who raised him, he ducked and weaved through students, families, and waiters for the night. As he surveyed the deck for other familiar faces, his eyes landed on a friend he made last year; Mallory Dupont. He thought about walking over to say hi, but her body language read that she was in a somewhat important conversation with the woman next to her; Who Jaihid could only conclude as her mother, so he settled for a soft smile and a sheepish wave towards Mal before he made it to his own mother.

"My precious little dove! You look so handsome today," Jasmine exclaimed as she gently held her son's face. The pet name caused a small bit of pink to appear in Jai's face as he gave his mother a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you, Ama, I learned from the best," He gave the indirect compliment to his mother as he gestured to her own outfit. She let out a gracious laugh, waving off the comment after releasing him from a hug. "Have you tried any of the-" He tried to make light conversation, but Jasmine quickly cut him off with another wave of her hand.

"There's something I need to tell you." There was an immediate shift in her face, it caused Jaihid's face to mold into an expression of worry and concern. Before he could get another word in, Jasmine continued. "Your father and I are separating. I caught him cheating on me about three months ago. I've countlessly told him that we could work it out, but he simply doesn't want to. So about a week or so ago, he officially filed for divorce."

Jaihid felt his head start spinning as soon as she broke the news. It's not that this was out of the blue, Ever since Jaihid was born, Aladdin and Jasmine never got along. He barely ever saw them in the same room. But he always figured that with time, they would get close again. Jasmine taught her son that time heals everything.

Maybe his parents were beyond healing.

Tears had formed in Jasmine's eyes, which quickly prompted Jaihid to wrap his mother in his own arms. He tried to hold her for longer, to comfort her more, but Jasmine was always aware of appearances. She was the furthest thing from shallow, but she didn't want to appear in distress. She squirmed out of her sons arms, holding his hands in her own to keep eye contact with him.

I've worked out a deal with the captain of your ship. She's allowed for you and I to write letters to each other throughout your schooling here. I know this is all so sudden, but I'm desperately working on a way to get you and I out of the Isle. I had to tell you all of this immediately, because I have a meeting with my father tonight. My plane leaves soon, so I can't stay long."

Jaihid felt frozen to the ground. He couldn't move, his feet were welded to the deck, and he felt as if he was looking through his mother, rather than at her.

"Ama," he breathed out, finally finding words. "I don't know what to say," His voice trailed off, as if he wanted to say more. But the truth was, that was the most he could say. It was the truth, he had no earthly idea what to say. Divorce? Moving back to the real world? Away from his home? His brain was running a million miles a minute, there were too many questions forming in his head and he couldn't get any of them to slow down enough to get out of his mouth.

I know you have questions, but I will be writing you soon, my dove, she brought him back into another tight hug, the mother and son duo shared i love yous before she placed something in his hand and walked off with the guard assigned to her.

Looking down at his hand, he saw it was Jasmine's ring. When she as kicked out of the castle, Aladdin had the gem from her previous crown turned into a wedding ring for them. The vibrant blue reminded Jaihid of the cloudless skies of Agrabah, where he was born. It was the one thing Jasmine was never seen without, and now she had turned it over to her son.

He knew he had been standing alone for quite some time, because one of the waiters gave him a gentle tap on his shoulder and asked him if he was okay. Immediately shoving all his emotions down and putting on his brave face, he gave a small smile and nodded before walking away from him. His fingers laced off one of his necklaces and he slipped his mother's ring around it. He would have his emotions later, but right now he didn't want to address it. He wanted to be with his friends... and maybe some alcohol.

He found a good friend of his, as red-headed as ever, Samuel Rhode. He had cornered a waitress with deviled eggs and was having the time of his life. Jaihid walked over and plucked an egg for himself.

"If I ever need you, I'm guessing I can lure you there with a good batch of deviled eggs, hm?"


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augustine.













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The alcohol burned smoothly down his throat, as he dragged his thumb across his bottom lip to catch the stray drop that had dared to escape. Augustine knew he was going to need every bit of it if he was going to survive this day. Hell, he hoped he’d smuggled enough shit onto this ship to last himself a semester. (Though his odds were already looking horribly grim considering his current endeavors).

Surviving an entire year was already enough to send him overboard, hell, signing up for clubs had nearly made him nauseous. Not to mention he’d been accidentally shoved into the cooking club which was sure to be as disastrous as it sounded. Auggie could only hope that part of his tuition for this damn ship came with some bit of insurance, considering there was a good chance it wasn’t leaving him unscathed.

Augustine told himself it was only going to be a few months. A few months and he’d be back home with his mother, in their cramped little shop, in a room that was sadly smaller than the dorm he’d been given on this ship. That alone was enough to boil his blood. It was unfathomable to him how Royals could preach such grace and charity when their kindness only went as far as their own skin and the press. He and his mother had not seen a damn bit of assistance in their time, and after what his father had done to Naveen and Tiana, any bit of voodoo seemed to fall under incredibly harsh scrutiny in New Orleans. Their reliance on tourism as a source of income seemed to get them by during the busier seasons but Augustine could tell his mother was struggling.

He knew she’d felt immense guilt for the way they lived and now for the heavy price tag that hung above Augustine’s head. He knew that she had been forced into an impossible corner, and was only doing what she thought was best for him. Yet, no amount of reassurance ever seemed to get through to her. It wasn’t until his invitation to Tefiti that he’d really seen his mother so overjoyed. For her, it was a way for her son to escape the vicious cycle that had befallen them. She wanted nothing more than to see him grow to his full potential, not be stuck working in her shop for the rest of his life. (Which he gladly would’ve done).

In the end, Augustine didn’t have the heart to tell her exactly why he’d been so readily agreeable to pack his bags and go. He didn’t have the heart to tell her that his father had approached him that night on his eighteenth birthday with a propositionβ€” one that would rid his mother of every bit of her debt. With just one simple condition, he’d do whatever the man asked of him. There hadn’t even been a moment of hesitation on his part. Augustine would do anything to see his mother truly happy again, even if it cost him every piece of himself that his mother cherished so dearly. She was going to be so disappointed in him, but at least she’d be free.

It was part of the reason why he insisted she stayed home. Augustine knew she’d been putting aside money to afford to attend the Farewell Festival, money that she needed. Not to mention, he didn’t want his mother to see any part of the person he might become on that ship. It took a lot of convincing but she’d finally agreed. (The conditions were merely that he’d call her every other morning, which was nothing for Augustine considering he already planned to do that anyway).

In between reluctantly unpacking his things and attempting to find a suitable outfit for this dumb little festival, a tiny note had fallen from his things. Augustine hadn’t remembered leaving himself any notes but when it finally occurred to him, his heart seemed to hiccup in his chest.

You’ve got this!!
They’ll love you, just remember to smile ;-)
I’m so proud of you
- Mama​

Augustine felt the air leave his lungs in a singular woosh as he stared at his mother’s familiar floral scrawl. The note crumpled in his hand as he sunk to a crouch, head pressed against his thighs. What the hell have I gotten myself into? This would all be over soon. Just a couple of months. Augustine repeated the mantra several times in his mind before the unease settled, the alcohol taking over with a warm bloom that started from his stomach and extended to the tips of his fingers. Gently smoothing out the wrinkles of the note, he placed it gently on his desk before a newfound determination settled over his being. He’d do this for his mother, to free both of them from his father.

Augustine picked out something a bit edgier from his suitcase but not enough to make him stick out like a sore thumb. Clothes were the perfect aid when it came to charm and he figured he’d take every piece of luck he could get considering this event would be perfect in finding clientele. After making sure his hair wasn’t a wild mess and with a few spritzes of cologne his mother had gifted him before he left, Auggie was ready.

There were already a few students on the deck, talking amongst each other or who Augustine could only assume were their parents. A bitterness seemed to churn uncomfortably in his gut, something that ran so deep in his blood that not even alcohol could touch it. To live such a carefree life, flitting amongst the elite with hors d'oeuvres and glasses of expensive champagne that no doubt tasted like shit. His nose wrinkled faintly.

Even with a pristine setting and the glamour of paradise, Tefiti couldn’t hide its own rot. It was wildly amusing to sense the heaviness that clung to each of the students like a shadow, and they didn’t even know it. Augustine had been weary of why his father had sent him here in the first place but now it seemed to come to fruition. Mommy and daddy issues, identity crises, and jealousy galore. This place was a gold mine of desperation and deals. Any shred of doubt that he’d had seemed to dissipate quickly with the amount of potential laid before him. He’d have no issue sealing a deal.

His eyes scanned the deck lazily, judging each individual by how much death clung to them. Even if they were drowning in pieces of the afterlife, there came a certain willingness to do it as well. Not everyone was ready to open up about their demons, so picking someone who was teetering seemed like the best bet starting out. It was an easy process for him considering he’d been doing it since he was twelve. A group of tourists would come into the shop and he’d single out the one with spirits practically clinging to their skin, and considering those on the other side were more than willing to talk, it became an easy job. People were always desperate for forgiveness for the dead, and Augustine could give that to them.

Auggie’s eyes passed over a few students before landing on a redhead who seemed fascinated with the hors d'oeuvres in what Augustine assumed to be a ploy to avoid any sort of conversation. And boy, was his head a mess. A muddled cloak of shadow seemed to drape over his face like a veil, and Augustine didn’t even have to squint to really make it out. A particularly somber spirit seemed to be hovering close to him as well, yet hesitant to get any further. Interesting.

Augustine instantly knew that this would be an easy case to seal, a playful smirk dancing at the corners of his lips. If it was this easy perhaps he could get off this ship earlier than he’d planned. Yet, of course. When the hell did anything ever go as planned?

The second he’d taken a step in the redhead’s direction he felt a chill dance down the back of his neck, stealing the little bit of breath he had left. What? The feeling was familiar, and not in a good way. Augustine’s head snapped behind him so fast it hurt, his pupils dilating until they practically swallowed his iris whole. He’d felt like this before, the bubbly panic. It was the same feeling he’d got when his father had appeared nearly eight years ago.

Augustine searched the faces of the deck more frantically now, keeping his expression the same mellow neutral even though every bit of his body seemed to be screaming at him that something was amiss. He couldn’t possibly be here. There was no way his father would show up to this frivolous party, certainly not for him anway. The man seemed to be weary of Royals regardless and Auggie could only assume the hatred ran deep for him as well. So if the man wasn’t here. Then why could Augustine practically sense him so readily? Why?

His body felt like a tumultuous mix of explosive emotion, that felt as if he’d been seasick for seven hours straight.
I need to get out of here
. Auggie began to move through the crowd, not finding the energy to apologize. So much for a first impression. He must’ve drank too much, that had to be it.

Auggie had just made it to the steps leading below deck when invisible fingers seemed to push, and he went directly into the waitress standing next to him. The brief bit of chaos seemed to snap the instant she yelped, balancing the tray with certain expertise but not saving her uniform from a bit of spilled champagne. Augustine seemed to pull himself out of his own stupor in that moment, but not enough to apologize though the waitress seemed to immediately think it was her own faultβ€” which annoyed him even more. β€œOh, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying a bit of attention”, Her face already seemed flustered as if she was certainly caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to. Auggie finally opened his mouth to apologize but she had already spun on her heel and was off below deck. Lovely. Even more confusing. This whole ship seemed to be fucking with him.

He turned to move back towards the steps when a presence stopped him entirely in his tracks.

Augustine felt his chest constrict, lips parting faintly in shock as he eyed the young man across from him. If the redhead earlier had been swimming in darkness, this man was drowning. The shadows slid over his arms and chest, coiling around his neck as if they were… Pets. Deja vu seemed to wash over him like a morning tide, the tips of his fingers becoming tingly with the feeling.
I know you. I don’t, but I do
. The odd feeling from earlier seemed to make perfect sense. There was only one person he’d met who seemed to flirt with shadows in such a way, wearing them like jewelryβ€” his father.

He felt like all the pieces were easily being laid out in front of him but his mind refused to put them together. Because that was just… Impossible right? At least the most glaring piece of evidence in his arsenal was that the two of them definitely didn’t belong here, which put some part of Augustine at ease. He didn’t want to think that he’d find allies on this ship, working alone was always more his thing. Still, it was still comforting, even if he’d never outwardly admit it.

Augustine felt it again. The little nudges at the back of his neck, pinching at his arms to propel him forward. There was no denying that the spirits wanted them to meet, and right now, Auggie couldn’t really tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He took a slow, unwinding breath to calm the nerves that had been buzzing beneath his brow the second he stepped onto the deck that afternoon. It was entirely unlike him to be so flipped upside-down, but instead of allowing the nerves to overtake his confidence he simply let them sit under his skin as a reminder of what was at stake.

Spirits be damned he wasn’t going to let anyone get in his way from ridding his mother of her debt and getting off this damned ship. If they wanted to give him a leg up or send him right into the fire so be it. Augustine would take it in stride, as he’d always done. He was a Facilier, and as much as he detested that surname its reputation brought truth to the table. You don’t fuck with a Facilier.

β€œYou’re obviously not here for the champagne, are you?”
Augustine raised an eyebrow as he approached the other, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a knowing smirk.
β€œOr perhaps you are but, I must admit… I’ve never read a man wrong”
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"Come on my maliit, we don't need to be late!" Raya called out to her daughter as she checked her watch anxiously. If there was one thing about Raya, she didn't like to be late. She wished the same went for the rest of her family, her father always seemed to "walk with the breeze", which translated into going his own pace and nothing faster. That same mindset seemed to be passed down to her very own daughter, Ruby.

It's not like Ruby tried to be late to things. Ever since she saw how much tardiness annoyed her mother, she tried so hard to be early, or even on time, to events. But Ruby and her scatterbrain never seemed to remember everything. First it was forgetting to pack her hairbrush, then she needed to make sure she packed enough socks, then she had to have a dance party to her favorite song that came on her playlist, etc etc. Her brain could never stay on track, it bounced all around, whatever her focus shifted to, which always seemed to cause her to be late. So when her mother called up to her for the last time, she went into full panic mode. Triple checking her luggage, making absolute sure she packed all her essentials in her carry-on backpack, convincing herself she didn't need to bring ALL her stuffed animals with her, just the ones she already packed. And finally, after the fourteenth check of her outfit and hair, she felt ready.

Short of throwing all her luggage down the palace stairs, Ruby raced down to her mother, her suitcases thudding behind her.

"Ready!" She stood in front of Raya, a massive grin on her face. Raya returned the smile, giving her daughter a sweet kiss on the forehead.

"Tiya Sisu's already on the plane, let's go meet her my maliit na puso," Ruby grinned harder. There was always a certain comfort and warmth brought to the young princess' heart when her mother called her that little nickname. maliit na puso, my little heart. Ruby nodded as the Chief of Heart reached for one of her daughter's suitcases and led her out of the palace.

The plane ride was long, Raya and Sisu both found themselves falling asleep, but not Ruby. She was far too excited to do anything other that watch the clouds fly through her window.

A whole year. It had been an entire year since she had seen Naomi. The two may not have been born sisters, but you couldn't tell the girls that. Ruby and Naomi of Heart and Fang, growing up in different clans you would've never thought the girls were as close as they were. They seemed to go together more perfect than yin and yang themselves, their personalities complimented each other so well. For as long as anyone could remember, Naomi could never go anywhere without Ruby close on her trail. Ruby looked up to Naomi in every way possible, no one ever loved a best friend more than Ruby loved Naomi.

Naomi always looked out for Ruby, when she was excited about something, Naomi cheered her on. When she was convinced she was a worthless daughter to her mother, Naomi was there to remind her she was anything but worthless. When she struggled with her powers, Naomi helped however she could. When Ruby got her heart broken and feelings hurt, Naomi comforted her and threatened to go take care of whoever hurt her.

It had been an entire year since Ruby had seen her other half, and she had been so sad and upset the entire year. Ruby year was spent sitting in on her mother's diplomatic meetings & looking like a complete fool. Ruby wasn't trained to be a diplomat, she wasn't trained to be anything other than a princess who had some water powers. There were far too many times where Ruby overheard her mother talking to Sisu about how "concerned" she was for her daughter. Saying that she wasn't ready for the outside world and that if they didn't do something, Ruby would just get herself hurt. And it broke Ruby's heart.

She knew her mother loved her, but it felt like pity love. Like the love you give to a wounded puppy. You feel bad for them, and you have to constantly dote on them; feed them every day, tend to their wounds, treat them like they're dumb.

Yea, Ruby wasn't the smartest girl in Kumandra, but she wasn't dumb. She knew she could be a good leader if she was given the chance to learn HOW. Her Tiya Sisu raised her, and Sisu wasn't a leader. She was a dragon. Ruby's mother was a leader, that's why she wasn't around enough to raise Ruby when she was little. Maybe if she did, she'd be more fit to be a leader. But she wasn't. She was just an embarrassment to her mother. Normally, Naomi was there to help remind Ruby of the good things, help her out of her funk. But this past year, it had just been Ruby.

It was one of the biggest reasons she convinced her mom to send her to Tefiti Academy. She absolutely wanted to be reunited with her other half, but she also wanted a chance to learn how to be a leader, to prove to her mother that she could be a good leader.

She wanted to prove to her mother that she wasn't an embarrassment. She wanted her mother to be proud of her.

~~

Ruby wasted no time dumping her stuff off in her assigned room before throwing her luggage open and ripping out the dress she picked out for the farewell festival. No one had ever seen Ruby get ready so quickly. She did her makeup on the plane, she left her hair fall natural and straight down her back, all she needed was the dress and her accessories. She didn't spend any extra time in double checking her makeup or smoothing out her hair before almost running out of her room.

Her mother and Sisu were waiting at the entrance of the Lido deck, and they beamed when they saw Ruby.

"Now I love your mom, but I know you got those good looks from me," Sisu wrapped her arms around Ruby, giving her a big squeeze. Ruby thanked Sisu before turning to her mother.

"You look beautiful, my maliit," Raya gave her a kiss on the forehead before the Heart trio turned and walked onto the Lido deck.

Immediately, Ruby's eyes were searching. It had been a year, but there was no way she couldn't spot Naomi from a mile away. And that's exactly what she did. From the other end of the boat, Ruby spotted her and her mother. Naomi and the Chief of Fang, Namaari.

"Em gai!" Ruby took off like a bullet. It was a wonder she could move so fast in the block heels she picked for the evening, but she was booking it. Her heart was yelling, she felt as if there was a stringed orchestra playing, and this was the moment that the music was swelling. Building, building, building, pulling you in for the sweet release where everything felt right.

That's exactly what Ruby felt as she almost tackled Naomi in a hug. She had thrown her arms around her neck and squeezed like her life depended on it

"Em gai, I've missed you so much!" Ruby almost felt tears coming on. Sure the girls had some minimal form of communication over the past year, but there was nothing in comparison to the in-person company of her em gai, her sister. "I want to hear EVERYTHING," She released the hug and linked arms with her. "Show me your friends, who to avoid, which boys are available," she wiggled her eyebrows as she scanned the deck. "And whoever this Isla is." She kept her voice between just the two of them as their parents conversed.


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The S.S. Motunui was better than Blanche could have ever dreamed. She was lucky to be here, lucky that Beau had agreed to come along on this little adventure of hers. She was practically vibrating with excitement. To think! Her parents almost didn't let her come but here she was, at the Farewell Festival, and just hours away from taking her first step into true independence. She was thrilled to see where her experience at Te Fiti Academy would take her, and to see what she could learn about her powers and herself and the world.

She was even more excited to be far away from the restaurant. She knew Beau missed it, and she knew their mother would miss having their helping hands around. They made it easier on her, for sure. Blanche couldn't waste time feeling guilty though. It was far past her time to go after her own dreams, just like her mother had gone after her own.

She took another incredulous look around her room, she couldn't believe she was really here. And the room was so nice, and comfortable. She'd settled in quickly, unpacking and organizing everything she had to put in it's own specific place. She couldn't handle a room that was in disarray. Everything had to be put away and proper or there'd be now way she could even function in her space.

Putting her things away quickly meant she had more time to get ready for the Farewell Festival. More time to ensure that every single detail was perfect, right down to the bounce of her curls. Blanche's main source of pride was looking put together. Or else she didn't feel put together.

She peered at her reflection in the mirror, leaning close and scrunching her nose as she searched her face for any flaws in her makeup. Gold highlight, neutral eye shadow, and cat eyes that could stab a man suited her pretty face. Pleased with the look of it, she pulled her lip plumper out of the small bag that hung on her shoulder, and swiped the applicator first along her bottom lip, then along the top. She pressed her lips together, then formed a cute little pout as she admired the specks of gold glitter that adorned the gloss she now wore.

A smile formed in place of the cute pout that had graced her expression just before as the wave of excitement rolled through her again. She could feel her adrenaline levels rising. The closer to ready she got, the closer she was to meeting new people. And first impressions were everything. They'd set the whole mood for her entire academic experience at Te Fiti Academy. And she was ready to begin.

With one final examination of her outfit, running her hands over the silky material to rid it of any wrinkles it might've accumulated while she was getting ready and doing a full three-sixty turn for the mirror, she decided she was ready to go.

"One foot in front of the other," she reminded herself as she made her way to the door of her room. With a deep breath, she yanked it open with gusto-- and ran right into her twin brother who was standing right outside her door.

Blanche squeaked in surprise, and stumbled a couple steps back into her dorm before she fully realized what was going on, and presented Beau with a healthy whack to the chest. Her hand made contact with a hefty thwump sound, which startled her more than it hurt Beau and a wave of regret washed over her. "Sorry!" She called out, even though in hindsight she didn't really feel as if she ought to have apologized.

Beau, however, remained unbothered by the whole thing. "Jeeeez Babs. Coulda used a little warning before The Great Smackening." He rubbed his chest with a playful look of pain. "Ouchies." He couldn't help but antagonize her a little bit. He was her brother, what else was he good for?

A sly smirk stretched from ear to ear, but apparently he was going to go easy on her today, because he quickly changed the subject. "Sorry Babs, didn't mean to shock you like that. I knocked, I swear. I just don't think you heard me."

"Judging by the red eyes, maybe you didn't knock loud enough for me to hear. Or maybe you're so high you only think you knocked in the first place." A stubborn grin made it's home on her face, a look she wore a lot when her brother was testing her.

Beau snorted, "Ah, yeah that might have something to do with it." He followed his words up with a giggle. "It was just a gummy I promise." This time.

Blanche rolled her eyes, but fondly. She wouldn't have her brother any other way. "Okayyyy Stoner Barbie- let's go see what there is to see." She poked his stomach to usher him out of the door, knowing he'd react in typical dramatic fashion, as if she'd zapped him with electricity or something. This time, she laughed gently at his antics as she pulled her door closed behind them. "D'you think Mom and Dad came?" They had said they were going to try, which usually meant they were too busy to consider it. Blanche really wanted to hold out hope though, that her mother at least would've come to see them off.

Beau didn't seem as convinced, at least from Blanche's perspective. "Yeah, I dunno about that one, Blanche." He only used her legal name when he was serious. She didn't like that, it sent a slick sort of feeling down her spine that she tried to shake off.

"Well. Maybe they did." She knew she'd have to face the cold hard facts if they didn't show. But until she looked around and didn't see them, she was holding fast to the idea that they would show up and that tonight would feel warm and full of love just as their childhoods had. Nothing had been the same since their father left for Maldonia. Blanche didn't even think they felt like a family anymore.

Blanche could feel her brother studying her and knew he was formulating a response that was civil enough for her in this state of mind. She was grateful for that, for the most part he always knew which battles were the right ones to pic with her. So, he muttered a quiet, "Maybe," and she was just fine with that response. It was validation enough for her, at least in that moment. Still, anxiety crept at the corners of her mind, and in order to keep herself from feeling like her mind was floating away from her, she grasped Beau's arm and held tight. It was a bit of a death grip, she knew, and when she looked over she could see her knuckles turning white. If Beau noticed, he was careful not to react. Still, she let up on the pressure a bit, worried she might be hurting him.

She was thankful for his presence as they made their way to the deck and through the crowd, the both of them keeping an eye out for their family. It seemed hopeless. The more they searched, the more sure Blanche became that nobody had come to send them off. And then Beau waved. A joyous smile spread from cheek to cheek. She felt happiness inside her rise and almost bubble over as she followed his line of sight and laid eyes on-- just her grandmother. Whatever joy she had accumulate immediately disappeared into the abyss of her stomach, and hot tears threateningly pinpricked the corners of her eyes. The travel hadn't held back Eudora Rogers one bit, yet their father and mother couldn't even be bothered to come.

The despair she felt morphed itself into anger, and she dropped her hand from gripping Beau's arm. "Priorities, right? They couldn't even stop their lives for one day! Not one!" She refused to look her grandmother's way. Refused to acknowledge her. "I finally get the courage to do something for me and they can't even show their faces in support of it. Beau, I can't. I can't go over there, I can't do this." Emotions flipped through her like a malfunctioning slideshow and panic settled into her gut and spread it's gangly reach to her head and her lungs. She grew light-headed and that's when she knew she needed to get the hell out of there. She stumbled a bit, bumping into a wall which the then propped herself up on, trying to get her legs steady underneath her. Beau seemed to look on helplessly.

"I'm sorry, Babs. I know you wanted it to be different." Beau looked around helplessly, then back at his twin. "You don't have to go see her. I'll talk to her. You can go forget this happened and focus on you, okay? You deserve that."

It might've been odd to anyone that was outside of their relationship, but Blanche found comfort in what Beau had said to her. He was right, she did deserve to be selfish tonight. She was the reason they were here and she was going to revel in it: with or without the presence of their parents. "Tell Grandma I love her, okay? I just. I can't listen to her tell me I'm making the wrong choice. And I can't listen to whatever excuses mom and dad sent along with her."

Beau smiled a tight-lipped smile, and nodded. "I understand. I'm sure she will too. I'll find you later, okay? As soon as she's left."

Blanche managed a weak smile in return, then watched as her twin ran to meet their grandmother. He couldn't hide the elation even if he tried. Of course he couldn't, he'd always been closer to the grandma than anyone. Blanche never really felt close to anyone in their family. Except for him. And she'd happily die for him too.

After a few moments, she'd calmed herself down, and found strength in her legs once more. At least enough to begin exploring.

Before too long, a small, happy smile appeared on her face and her family troubles were long forgotten (for the moment.) Eagerly, she accepted a cider from a tray that was offered out to her, and some shrimp ceviche that was offered to her from another waiter. This was the sort of life she could get used to. She was all about working hard to get what she wanted, of course, but when it boiled right down to it? Who didn't love being spoiled like a princess from time to time? You'd think that as an actual princess, she'd be way more used to it than she was. But that wasn't how Tiana rolled as a mother.

She was doing really good, not thinking about her family, until she saw someone her age (clearly a classmate) hugging what looked to be her own mother. Blanche couldn't help the pang of jealousy that hit her hard, right in the pit of her stomach, as if she'd been punched by the green envy monster itself.

She would give anything in that moment, to feel her mother's arms wrapped around her, sending her away with the tender love only a mother could provide for a daughter.

It wasn't until the girl turned away from her mother and faced Blanche's direction that she realized she had been staring. Blanche could feel her face grow hot in embarrassment, and her gaze quickly slid away from the girl, trying to find literally anything else to look at. Her eyes landed on her drink. "Good enough," she muttered to herself, before using it as an excuse to down the rest of it.

And as she grew a little sweaty in panic, she realized how ridiculous she was being. If she didn't want to risk being outed as a complete weirdo, she was going to have to take action, and take action sooner rather than later. So, holding her head high, and smoothing out her dress, she turned back to the blonde girl and approached her with a forced, but friendly smile. "Hiii. Um, I'm Blanche. I'm new here... are you? Also new here?" What the actual fuck was wrong with her? Normally she was way better at social situations than this. Had her nerves -- or her jealousy -- gotten the better of her this time?








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the young woman's heart thundered against her chest as she sat down on the floor of her room to tug her leather boots on, pulling the laces tight and securing them with a knot just below her knees. the once-sweet taste of potential freedom was beginning to taste something like dread now that she was on the sizable ship. she had never been outside of the clutches of wonderland before. the queen of hearts had never allowed neither of her children to stray too far from her court of fury. but, with a proper invitation from the academy and a little help from her twin brother, here she wasβ€”on foreign waters with a shipful of unfamiliar faces. while she might have escaped her wicked mother for the time being, she seemed to be still shackled by the familiar feeling of solitariness.

with a soft groan, lore pushed herself to her feet and adjusted the bottom of her oversized, white button-down that she had paired with a black underbust corset. as much as she disliked attending parties or festivities and would have preferred to avoid such events like the farewell affair, she did have one person from her own flesh and blood that was in attendance todayβ€”her twin. after everything he had done for her, delora intended to see him before she set sail on the s.s. motunui by herself.

delora took one last glimpse at herself in the mirror before she headed out of her room to join the others on the deck.

by the time she managed to navigate her way to the deck, there were already several individuals who had gathered there. lore's dark eyes flickered over the crowd of people, searching for a certain familiar figure until her gaze landed on her target. ah, there you are.

a small smile threatened to grace her lips, but she willed her expression into indifference as she slipped through the crowd, swiping a flute of sparkling cider from a passing waitress. she knew the moment he spotted her because his hard gaze seemed to soften a bit. enzo, her brother, was a man famous for his cold demeanor and heartbreaking ways in wonderland. however, as his twin and one of the few people he trusted, lore knew what was under the metaphorical mask that he wore.

"lore." he greeted her as she came to a stop before him.

"zo," she greeted in response, "in my absence, i do hope you've been enjoying people watching with that lovely scowl of yours. it's a wonder why more people are not lining up to speak with you." with that, she lifted her glass of cider to her lips to cover the smile that was tugging the corners of her mouth. when his eyes narrowed at her, she simply raised a brow.

"yet, here you are. i do wonder what that says about you, dear sister." now, it was her turn to scowl. she opened her mouth again today something but enzo did not stop there. "perhaps, instead of disturbing my brooding, it would be more productive to interact with the other students." coming from him, she knew it was not a mere suggestion but rather a command of a sort.

"fine," she conceded as there was no point in arguing when he was right, "but do try not to scare too many poor souls with your sour attitude while i'm mingling, okay?" in truth, she was reluctant to leave his side as they soon would have to part ways for a while. when she had accepted the invitation here, she had wished her twin would join her. however, even if she had begged him, she knew he wouldn't. they both knew only one of them could have their freedom for now and enzo was willing to sacrifice his for hers. though he might have been the younger twin, he had always acted as her shield. but, one day, she intended to free him from that role. that was part of why she was here in the first place.

with a little wave of her one unoccupied hand, lore left her brother there and weaved back into the growing crowd of people until she found herself sharing a more breathable space with a dark-haired boy dressed in a black and white suit. he was by himself and was standing in a way that suggested that he would rather be elsewhere.

"coming here has to have been a mistake..."

"perhaps," she commented, taking a sip of her sparkling cider, "but you're here now. might as well stay and find out what fate has in store for you." delora was never very good at striking up conversations, but at least she was trying, right? "the name's lore, by the way. i'm going to take a safe guess that you are new here too?"

































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"Beau Rogers, you did it again. You absolute fucking genius!" Beau was currently smiling like an idiot at a stuffed bear that he had set up on his nightstand. He hadn't really completely unpacked, and there were already some clothes strewn on the floor even though he hadn't even changed into his outfit for the Farewell Festival yet. He was the messier twin, and had really just come to accept it at this point. Besides, there was a much more important task at hand. Beau snatched the stuffed bear off the nightstand and plopped himself onto his bed, legs crossed. With a look of determination, he pulled a pocket knife out of his pocket, held it up to the neck of the poor bear, and began carefully snipping the threads that held the bears head onto it's body.

Grandma would've been furious with him, and would have scolded him for not using a seam ripper to get the job done. He'd thought of that. Really, he had. But then he'd went and forgot to pack it and now he was just going to have to settle for using his pocket knife. It worked just the same, minus a few sad little nicks and tears along the way. Nothing that wasn't fixable. That was a later Beau problem. The current Beau problem was sobriety. And with the motion of the boat, Beau couldn't take it any longer.

Finally finished picking the seams, Beau pulled the head off the bear and dug his fingers inside of the body of it. Honestly, if there had been any onlookers, it would have been a jarring sight to see indeed. But what he pulled out were two small bean bags, an ounce of Northern Lights (Beau's current favorite Indica), and four small packages of various edibles. HIs greatest feat yet. He'd been surprised that he could sneak so much onto the ship.

HIs gaze lingered longingly on the bud, but he decided it was better to lay low about it for a while. So, he left it wrapped in it's shrink wrap and showed into a box in his closet. He'd get into that later. For now, he'd just pop a couple of gummies in his mouth and hope that would suffice. He examined the packaged and decided on the mango flavored Sativa strain- after all he'd rather have a social mind high at a party like this. He savored the tart mango flavor in his mouth a bit as he busied himself about getting ready for the party.

He, unlike his sister didn't particularly care about his appearance all that much. He could appreciate good fashion, sure. Their grandmother was a seamstress! Of course he had some sense of fashion. But he didn't particularly find the need to dress up himself. Still, he managed to clean up nice for the Farewell Festival. Teal was the color of the day, he figured a nice tropical color would do just fine. Or, rather, Blanche had strongly suggested it, and after thinking about it, he gave in and agreed. A fitted pant and jacket combo his grandmother had tailored to perfectly suit his stature. A white shirt, top three buttons unbuttoned to reveal the chains around his neck. And white sneakers to match.

"Ah, it isn't often you look like a Prince, now, huh? Guess you do now." Beau spoke to his own reflection, a touch of sadness to his tone. He heaved a heavy sigh. While he was a Prince by title among his close family, meaning his mother and father. His father's family wasn't too keen in recognizing Beau's transition as a new possession of title. Maldonia considered Naveen to be without a son, which weighed more heavily on Beau than he dared to admit to his family. He knew he was a man, he felt like a man. In every other way, but that way.

He shook his head, now wasn't the time to get sappy about family, he was here for Blanche, and that's where he needed to go and be. Beau was usually notorious for running late, but he knew Blanche always wanted to be as early as she could everywhere, so he was doing his best to give her that. Like a loyal brother, he showed up at her door, five minutes ahead of schedule.

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He swore he had knocked. He remembered doing it, but the gummies hit on his walk to Blanche's room. He didn't want to seem rude and knock again. He thought about it though. He weighed the pros and cons, would Blanche be upset with him if he rushed her? What if he didn't knock? And she was upset that he hadn't shown up yet? Was any of it worth Blanche getting mad at him for? Probably not but she was sensitive right now. Not in a bad way, it was just Beau was very aware that he should not be treading on her toes today at any point. He could practically feel her heart on the brink of explosion form the anxiety chipping away at her. She tried to play it cool, he knew. He felt bad that it was taking a bigger toll on her than she had accounted for.

Before he could think about it any further, the door swung open and he was face to face with his twin. Judging by the startled look on her face, and the fact that she squeaked like a frightened mouse, she hadn't expected him to be there. Which meant he probably hadn't knocked. Shit. The back of her hand came sharply into contact with his chest, and actually packed a bit of a punch. It surprised him enough to illicit some laughter.

Blanche's panicked voice uttered a quick, "Sorry!," and Beau found himself laughing a bit harder.

"Jeez, Babs. Coulda used a little warning before The Great Smackening." He really thought he was clever with that one. He even had a whole little scenario surrounding it: his sister written by M. Night Shyamalan. It was glorious. Still, he had to tack on something a little sassy and dramatic, just for funsies. "Ouchiiies." He crumpled his face in playful agony and rubbed his chest where she'd whacked him for full effect. Sure, he knew she was sensitive today, but he might as well keep her laughing. He knew that she knew he was playing.

Still, just to be sure, he tacked on an apology. "Sorry, Babs. Didn't mean to shock you like that. I knocked, I swear. Just didn't think you heard me." So. Maybe he told a little fib. Not like she'd ever know, right? Beau instantly felt bad for the little white lie he told, but there was no point in fessing up now. He'd just have to wait and see if she bought it.

It was when she looked into his eyes that he knew she was onto him, and he fought the telling grin as hard as he could. Her voice seemed to smack him in the face (gently, at least) when she rattled off with, "Judging by the red eyes, maybe you didn't knock loud enough for me to hear." Ouch, that stung maybe a little, but she wasn't done. "Or maybe you're so high you only think you knocked in the first place."

She was onto him! Just like that. He stifled a groan. There really was nothing he could get past her. Oh well, that would teach him for hiding behind little white lies. Instead, he snorted a bit a forced laughter, "Ah, yeah that might have something to do with it." The flash in her eyes was a little dangerous, and he couldn't help but giggle. "It was just a gummy, I promise." He covered his ass quick, not that he was lying. And she didn't have to know that he'd considered rolling a blunt to smoke before the party. Blanche had begged him before they boarded the boat to behave and keep from getting too stoned. She didn't want him smelling like it, was her only fear, or so she claimed. Clearly she didn't seem to pleased about the gummies either, but he needed some way to relax under the circumstances.

Blanche rolled her eyes at him, which honestly could mean anything. But as a slow grin spread across her face, Beau relaxed into their playful banter. "Okayyy Stoner Barbie-- let's go see what there is to see." Blanche poked his stomach in a place she knew was ticklish, and Beau felt his body crumple around it. Naturally, being the goofball he was, he had to play up the antics a bit, and paired the movement with a dramatic chorus of oomphs. At least he succeeded in making her laugh. That was the goal! "D'you think mom and dad came?"

The mood seemed to grow somber as quickly as it had grown lighthearted, and Beau felt a twinge of pain in his heart for his twin. He knew she wanted to hold on hope for their parents attendance. As much as he adored his parents, he wasn't too sure they'd actually tear themselves away from their duties to attend something so tedious. Which meant that inevitably, Blanche was bound to be disappointed. He wanted to play the conversation safe. "Yeah, I dunno about that one, Blanche." It was anyone's guess how she'd react to that.

"Well. Maybe they did." The wistfulness in Blanche's voice touched Beau, and he wrinkled his nose as he felt the tickle of tears rush towards his face. Absolutely not. He was not going to cry right now, not when Blanche needed him the most.

He studied her instead, reading her expression and her body language. Trying to decide how he could best help her in this moment. He decided on civil and vague. She could do with that whatever she wanted. He knew she didn't like it when he pushed issues too much, and he'd learned long ago how to pick his battles with her. It was his greatest survival skill. "Maybe." It was a simple response, but it would have to do. And it seemed to do the job rather well. She didn't say anything about it, but Beau was fine with that.

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The sun and sea breeze greeted Beau as they joined the light of day on the deck. He couldn't help but bask in it a little as they ventured out, Blanche keeping an eye out for their family. Beau had other priorities- taking in the scenery. Which at this moment, meant cute boys. His eyes scanned the crowd, seeing quite a few healthy options.

It was then that he noticed their grandmother, and he was filled with an enormous amount of joy. He hadn't expected anyone to come out and attend the Farewell Festival. And there stood his favorite person on the planet-- aside from Blanche, of course. He waved eagerly, a wave that wiggled his whole body. In his peripheral, he noticed Blanche follow his gaze and catch sight of their grandmother.

A wave of disappointment washed over her. Such a big one, he could almost feel it. He knew Grandma wasn't her favorite person. She'd been hoping for their parents. He mourned the hope she had that now lay in shambles at her feet.

Priorities, right? They couldn't even stop their lives for one day! Not one!" Blanche's voice broke the mumbled ambience surrounding them. "I finally get the courage to do something for me and they can't even show their faces in support of it. Beau, I can't. I can't go over there, I can't do this." Beau watched her as she spiraled, feeling desperately unable to help her in the moment.

He searched his mind for any sort of response he could muster that might help in any way. "I'm sorry, Babs. I know you wanted it to be different." He looked back at their grandmother, who had also noticed them and was looking their was expectantly. He couldn't just leave her there alone. He was going to have to play mediator. Yet again. "You don't have to go see her. I'll talk to her. You can go forget this happened and focus on you, okay? You deserve that." It wasn't a lie. He really believed that she did. She'd given her whole life to the restaurant to please their mother, it was only fair that she followed her own damn dreams.

Blanche seemed to consider it for a moment, then agreed with a nod. "Tell Grandma that I love her, okay? I just. I can't listen to her tell me I'm making the wrong choice. And I can't listen to whatever excuses mom and dad sent along with her."

That one, Beau could understand. Their parents always had one excuse after another, and he couldn't lie and say it didn't hurt every time. But at this point it felt like an old bruise that wouldn't go away. Something that still hurt when you pressed it, but a hurt that came to be so long ago that you don't quite remember the moment of impact. It was hard for both of them. But it was harder on Blanche who sought to please. Blanche who had a tendency to seek praise. "I understand, I'm sure she will too." He hoped so. "I'll find you later, okay? As soon as she's left." He was worried about Blanche, but it wouldn't be fair to leave their grandmother out after she'd come all this way just to see them off. Especially since no one else had even bothered to come.

Reluctantly, Beau turned away from his twin and started to approach their grandmother. It wasn't long after he caught her eye that he found himself beaming ear to ear. He couldn't help himself. He was overjoyed to see her, despite whatever reaction Blanche had. He took off in a run, bumping a couple people out of the way as he raced to Eudora Rogers and scooped her up in a big bear hug. "Oh! I'm so happy you're here!"

Eudora chuckled softly and embraced Beau back, amused by his energetic puppy nature. "I wouldn't miss it for the world, pumpkin. You both mean the world to me." She reached up and put her hands on each side of his face. "I wanted you to know that you're loved." Eudora said so much by saying so little, and Beau knew exactly what she was implying. She usually disagreed with Tiana and Naveen about their hands-off parenting. This must've been on of the bigger arguments they had. So she'd felt the need to show up in their place.

"You always make us feel loved, Grandma. You don't have to worry about that." And he meant it, even if Blanche didn't feel the same.

Eudora peered around Beau and took notice of Blanche's absence. "She didn't want to see me?"

Beau felt a pang of guilt when he saw the disappointment on his grandmother's face. He knew she loved Blanche with her whole heart just as she loved him. So he decided another little white lie couldn't hurt anyone. "She can't hear the excuses anymore, Grandma. Dad and Mom. Well, you know how they can be." Sweet southern charm, dancing around the very obvious topic at hand.

A wave of sadness flashed through Eudora's gaze, but a knowing smile came to her face. "Ah, yes. I don't suppose I can blame her for that one. Send my love to her, will you? Make sure she knows I was here for her too, and that it's okay that she didn't want to see me."

Beau studied her face, emotions storming away inside of him. "Grandma, do you? Do you ever think that maybe Mom and Dad should've never had children? I mean. what purpose did we ever serve them?" He couldn't help but grow a little misty eyed as he asked the question he'd always been too scared to ask.

Eudora grew teary-eyed as well, hurting as she witnessed her grandson's pain. She once again reached for his face and wiped his tears away. "Your mother and father weren't ready, and while that may be true, it doesn't mean that they love you any less, pumpkin. They're just lovin' you the best way they know how. That's all any of us can do." She moved her hand from his face to pull him into another warm hug. "And I, for one, am so glad they had you, and I'm so happy that you're here. Because I wouldn't trade the love we share for the world, you know that? The world doesn't have accidents, people are not mistakes."

An inner warmth seemed to spread through Beau and cover him head to tow in the glow of love. He'd been scared to ask the question; but with the answer came love and encouragement and it calmed him to his core. "I love you Grandma." He could barely choke the words out, overcome with emotion, so he clung to their hug a little bit more until she finally detached herself from him.

"I love you too Pumpkin. More than you can ever know." Eudora smiled softly at him, and straightened out his suit. "You look dashing, my sweet Prince. Ready to take on this new adventure. I'm so proud of you and and your sister, following your dreams even if it's hard. You're going to do so well." She pulled him close for a kiss on the cheek, and followed up with another, quicker hug. It was clear that she was going to miss having him around.

"You're talking as if you're leaving already, aren't you going to stay? Maybe have something to eat?" Beau studied his grandmother with a vague disappointment, he'd hoped that she would stay to enjoy the festivities at least a little bit. But she seemed keen to leave.

Eudora smiled sadly. "I wish I could, but it's a long trip back home. And with the two of you gone, your mother will need my help more than ever. I came to give my love, but I must go."

Beau couldn't help the pout that formed on his lips, and tears threatened to prick his eyes yet again. Ugh! Why did this all have to be so emotional? They were on a cruise ship for crying out loud! Life should be sunny and gay and wild! He was fed up with all the tears already! "Okay, yeah, I guess that makes sense. Be careful travelling home, alright? I want to see you there when I come back for break!"

Eudora whacked him on the shoulder playfully. "Oh, you know your ol' grandmother's gonna be just fine on the way home."

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Beau and his grandmother had said their semi-tearful goodbyes, and now Beau was left to wander the ship a bit freely. He'd still go find Blanche later, sure, but he figured it would be harmless to stop for a bit of a snack. Besides, the munchies were hitting. At least the gummies were doing their job.

Unluckily for him, there were too many snack options to choose from, and he spent a while standing still, scouring he room for an option he would finally decide to go for.

Much like his twin, it ended up being the shrimp ceviche that called his name whenever the waiter brought it by. Gleefully, beau piled four cracker-fulls of it onto a mini plate he'd found, then stuffed a fifth one in his mouth. The waiter had looked at him a bit oddly for that one, but the munchies controlled him now, not the expectations of society. Content with his snack selection -- after grabbing a deviled egg off another tray -- Beau made his way to one of the cocktail tables to enjoy his spread of hors d'oeuvres.









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The son of King Triton stood in front of his full-body mirror, looking at the outfit he had picked out for the farewell festival on the main deck of the S.S. Motunui. Adrian wore a loose mid-grey ribbed shirt, khaki shorts, and beige sperry boat shoes. It was a simple outfit but it perfectly matched Adrian's style. The blonde boy stared at his reflection in the mirror, staring back into his piercing blue eyes, not blinking. He was within his mind at the moment, replaying old memories. Though one of the memories brought tears to his blue eyes. His seventeenth birthday was the day his mother was slain by a group of human fishers. Ariel had let her curiosity get the best of her and she decided to swim all the way up the boat. Their parents chased after her and within a few minutes, his view of the trio was blocked by the red blood of his mother who had been shot by a leister. That's all he really remembered because the events after were just one big blur. Adrian snapped back to reality and the little tears that were swimming in his eyes had now trailed down his face in abundance. He wiped his eyes and let out a long, shaky sigh. Crying on a day like this was unnecessary, today was a great day for him and he wouldn't let his good mood be ruined. Adrian was now twenty-one years old and he'd been invited to attend Tefiti Academy, a prestigious school for the children of royals, villains, and sidekicks. His father, King Triton, told him that since he did not want to take on the throne that the least he could do was attend. So, Adrian agreed and he was on his way to the academy.

Adrian wasn't really nervous which was shocking since it was his first day in a new environment surrounded by people he was not used to. He would be staying in his human form more often than usual and he'd have to get used to having to put a shirt on. And he loved showing off his body. He had chiseled abs, bulging biceps, and impeccable pecs. His body was crafted by the gods above and he knew his body was banging and his face was irresistible. Adrian had a way with the ladies and men. He was a huge flirt and loved a good hookup. And now that he was on this ship, surrounded by all these attractive people, he would have a field day flirting and fornicating away. Adrian grabbed his bottle of Dior Sauvage and spritzed it all over his body. Now, not only would his looks pull but his smell too. He threw on a silver chain link bracelet, grabbed his phone, checked himself out one last time, and left his dorm for the main deck.

Adrian had a pep to his step as he walked up to the deck. He was excited to mingle with others and start partying. He loved a good party and it was his mission to be the life of this one. As he went through the doors that led to the main deck, the bright and warm sun beamed down on his slightly tanned skin. There were a lot of people already on the deck and the music was blasting. The deck was beautifully decorated and waiters dressed in white ran all around the deck with silver trays full of beverages and snacks. Adrian slid in between people as he looked around for his father. It took some convincing to get King Triton out here but he agreed and Adrian couldn't have been happier. He was stopped by a waiter carrying a tray and was offered hors d'oeuvres. He grabbed one off the tray and popped it into his mouth. It was so delicious and he wanted to eat the whole tray but there would be time for that later. He thanked the waiter and continued walking across the deck. As he walked, he snagged a flute of sparkling cider from another waiter's tray as he passed by. Finally, Adrian spotted his aging tall, buff, grey-bearded father, standing by the right side of the deck. King Triton wore a black suit and a white tie. He looked good but he had dark circles and bags under his eyes.

Adrian approached his father and took a sip of his drink before speaking. "Hello, father. I'm glad you're here, I wouldn't want you to miss out on my first day." Adrian smiled at his father and let out a small laugh. His father responded, his voice deep and booming with a bit of raspiness to it. "My son, I am so proud of you. You are a hard-working, strong young man and I know that one day, you'll make a great leader one day." Triton smiled back at his son and placed a hand on his shoulder. Adrian was happy to know that his father was so supportive of his decision and he loved him deeply. He turned around to face the crowd and immediately spotted the face and hair of a familiar redhead. Samuel Rodhe. His older nephew. Adrian turned to face his father and spoke. "I'm gonna go over to Samuel and say hey. I'll see ya around." The father-son duo said their goodbyes and I love yous and Adrian was off to go talk with his nephew.

As Adrian made his way over, he saw that Samuel was talking to someone else. Adrian approached the two and pulled his nephew into a hug. "Samuel, so good to see you again." He released Sam from the hug and turned to face the unknown attractive man who was standing next to Samuel. "I'm Adrian and you are?" Adrian asked while extending his arm out, offering his hand for a handshake, and smiling to show off his pearly whites.











































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Cecelia Facilier was tired.

That seems to be what everyone says when asked how they are. "Hey! How are you?" "Oh, just tired, how about you?" "Same here!" It seems that people have come to realize when they are asked that question, nobody wants to know the true answer. They're just attempting to be polite, make small talk. And since nobody has been doing truly "good" since coming into adulthood, they throw up a comedic tone as a defense and go about their miserable little life.

But for Cece, it was much more than just an answer to get out of deep conversation. When Cece said she was tired, it was because it was the only emotion she was truly familiar with. The only feeling she knew so well that it seemed to be the only constant in her life. The tired she felt was the kind of tired that can't be fixed with a quick cat nap or a good shot of espresso. No, this was the kind of tired that consumed her entire being, that weighed down her very soul. It was the kind that she knew how to hide, better than anyone she ever knew.

Being possessed by Dark Loa would do that to a person.

For as long as she could remember, she was never alone, never truly just herself. She always had her father's friends with her. It plagued her life, it left her an orphan with nowhere to go. It gave her the same fate as her father, chained to collecting souls to pay off a debt she never made. Just to tack on to the things that exhausted Cece is that she would never do that. She knew she didn't have it in her to be a con of a salesman like her father, tricking people to selling their souls just as he did. She wouldn't call herself a good person, per say, but she told herself she would never embrace that lifestyle.

oh but come on, if you don't steal people's souls surely you're a good person!

That would be a low bar to set, because Cece certainly wouldn't call herself a good person. Once she caught wind that people were going to treat her a certain way, she decided there was no use in getting them to change their mind. So why not play into the stereotypes they had of her? The idea that she was as sly and cunning as her father? Cece enjoyed those rumors, it gave her a better reputation to live up to other than "the Shadow man's daughter".

So Cecelia put up a front. Every day of her life, she woke up, and became a social & charming young woman, willing to talk to and befriend anyone. Throw in a hint of flirting with everyone and Cece was put in a position where she could get anything she wanted out of anybody. Didn't matter who, there was rarely someone she came across that she couldn't talk into giving her a favor. From food to clothes to a place to stay to some special company for one night, Cecelia could talk her way into anything.

Was she proud of it? Absolutely she was, she was basically thrown onto the middle of the street when she was a kid; with no money, no family, no way of getting any kind of job or other way to earn money, no place to sleep at night, literally only the clothes on her back and the stupid ring she was cursed to keep on forever. Everything she knew about reading people and manipulating them and getting whatever she wanted, she had taught herself.

Some people would assume she had help from her "friends on the other side", but Cece tried to have as little communication with them as she possibly could. She wanted to get rid of them, more than anything. If she could take the ring off and throw it into the depths of the Bayou and never see it or the Dark Loa again, she'd be the happiest person anyone ever knew. But the Dark Loa had different plans for her, and were not letting go of her any time soon. They looked for every opportunity to present themselves within Cece, and found the best way to do so was in her emotions. Specifically her anger.

When Cece got angry or frustrated, the Dark Loa were there. Her eyes would glow a vibrant green, the winds would pick up, and her voice would not be her own. It terrified anyone that was unfortunate enough to be around. Cece learned how to control her emotions and never get to that point, because once the Loa where there, she couldn't control herself. And the older she grew, the harder it was to come back to reality once the Loa showed themselves.

That was the very reason that brought her to a school on a boat a year ago. The woman who ran it, Moana, had a legend of her own. Turning the great and fearsome TeKa, a demon of fire and hate, into the creation goddess Tefiti. Moana had the power to turn a horrible creature into a goddess. If Moana could do THAT, she had to have the power to expel the Loa out of her, right?

That's what Cecelia Facilier had convinced herself of. If she could make it onto the boat & get through to Moana, she had a shot of living her own life. She had a shot of living her life free of Spirits to possess her and make her body not her own.

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This was her second and final year on the cruise ship. She had to make this HER year, her year to get to Moana, get her to like her as a person, not just a student. That latter part already happened, Cecelia had been a stellar student, very involved in extracurriculars, she helped bring Tefiti Academy to the big leagues in the competitive dancing world. Cecelia Facilier was a well known name around the boat, moreso than just "The Shadow Man's daughter".

As she boarded the ship for the second time, she caught a glimpse of the woman herself, Moana. Instantly, a child-like glee filled her heart. Tonight was her chance, her chance to fully and finally win favor with her. Cece, of all people, knew that there was no quick way to win favor with anybody. She knew she had to slowly work her way into Moana's attention, which is exactly what she did all of last year. It was finally time to make the big moves. And it all started with the farewell party.

"Let's hope this sea breeze doesn't ruin my curls," she mumbled to herself as she put the finishing touches on her look. Taking a step back, she gave herself a look over. She was wearing a stunning white dress, that might've been deemed "too dressy" for this event, but she didn't care. The contrast between the white fabric and her dark skin, the way it hugged her curves and showed off everything she wanted to show off; it was an obvious choice to make a good and rememberable first impression on everyone she was going to be stuck on a floating school with for the next year. Her accessories included a handful of different crystals she wore for protection, including her signature bloodstone necklace. Anything she could to keep her temper at bay. She intended on having a good time at this farewell party, but you never knew.

After giving herself the final look of approval, she grabbed what she needed and headed out the door. Thankfully, Cece had a great sense of direction, so the amount of twists and turns to get out of the living quarter section of the ship wasn't intimidating to her in the slightest. Before she knew it, she got a whiff of that fresh, salty air, and she knew she was about to hit the lido deck.

As the lido deck came into view, she felt her heart get giddy once more. Not only did the sight of a party on a massive boat fill the young woman with glee, but she saw Moana herself, greeting guests as they joined the party.

Alright Cecelia, your time to shine.

She rolled back her shoulders, kept her head steady, and made her way towards the captain herself. Cecelia didn't walk, she seemed to strut, full of confidence as if she owned the boat herself. She had to let everyone know who she was. As she neared the woman of the hour, a smile grew on her face.

"Chancellor Moana, it's wonderful to see you again" her Louisiana drawl flowed off her tongue like honey as she reached her hand out to shake Moana's "I'm looking forward to senior year at the academy." Cece flashed her charming smile as she and Moana finished their interaction and off she went. It was important to not kiss her ass, but show the gratitude she held towards her. And Cece only said true things, she was excited to enter senior year on this school boat!

Now, it was game time. Gracefully plucking a flute of sparkling whatever off a waiter's tray as he passed, Cecelia scanned the deck. There were bound to be new students on deck, and rumor had it that Moana's own son was in attendance this year. He was her golden ticket. Her eyes bounced from face to face. there were so many new faces that she knew she'd have to befriend. She knew she needed to make an impression on those new faces; No, she couldn't befriend everyone in one night, that would be exhausting and suspicious. She needed to do something that was noticeable but lowkey. Something to make people remember her, so she could be brought up in a future conversation as "the girl who did xyz"

And her answer had a matching pair of horns and wings.

After downing whatever drink was in her glass, she placed it on a nearby table. Once again, she gracefully made her way across the deck, keeping a mysteriously beautiful smile on her face. Her fierce green eyes never stopped scanning the deck for faces, even though her feet knew they had a set destination. On her way over, her eyes locked with a male student who made her heart skip a beat.

It was him, that was, without a doubt, Moana's son. He shared her same squinted eye smile & sunkissed skin. & Not to mention the dark, wavy hair. There was no question, that was him. The rumors were true, he was a new student at Tefiti Academy. If he wasn't preoccupied by the one and only Isla Artagan, she would've dropped everything to go speak with him. But Isla was her own force to be reckoned with, and Cece didn't want to come off as desperate. She and Isla were friends, she's catch up with her during orientation or something, she'd get all the details she'd need from her then.

For now, Cecelia settled for a flirtatious wink and a wave sent his way before her eyes went back to her original target. She knew he was her way to Moana, and if there was one thing that Cece was good at, it was getting boys to like her. She knew the wink and wave was enough for him to remember her later.

"The legendary Maleficent, as I live and breathe," Cecelia's New Orleans' charm was kicked into high gear. She knew her accent was thick in this crowd, and she hoped that it worked the wonders she needed it to. "It's so refreshing to see a real role model on this ship." After addressing her mother, Cece turned her attention to who she really wanted to speak to "Mallory, did you happen to see that captain's boy is a new student on the boat?" She immediately started sharing her newfound information with her closest friend, as she linked her arm with Mal's.


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He was so late. So very late.

Andri cursed under his breath. If he could just find his room, he could get on his uncomfortable dress clothes and go on up to an event that he would most likely spend mostly miserable. The irony twisted sourly in his stomach.

He glanced down at the paper in his hand. He had a map, for goodness' sake, this should not be as hard as it was. He could admit, though, that the crunched nature of the paper did make it more difficult to read.

Who was he kidding? All he was doing was stalling, delaying the inevitable. If he had been serious about finding his room, he could have located it half an hour ago. In fact, as he looked up from his crumpled map, the black indicators stood out starkly from the white door in front of him. 2B. He had been standing in front of it for five minutes.

Stepping into his home away from home for the next few months, he left his luggage by the door and flopped unceremoniously onto the bed. Now was the time for the next big decision. Would he go back on deck and risk the attention that would surely be drawn to him as a latecomer, or would he skip the party and risk the disappointment of his hosts and parents?

Was that even a valid question in his mind? Of course he would go up. He would rather go through hell than willingly disappoint his parents.

Quickly donning his outfit for the party, he added his own personal touch to his formal attire with a simple braided leather bracelet. He tugged at the collar of his shirt. If it already felt restricting now in the solitude of his bedroom, how would it feel in the crush of students and parents up on deck? The thought made his chest tighten.

After making sure his outfit was in order, he made his way to the party deck. His feet dragged, unwilling to carry him to his social doom. Upon arrival, he realised it was just as overwhelming and terrifying as he had pictured.

Students were clustered around the deck in groups, already forming social circles with the people they clicked with. Andri did his best to take a deep breath through his constricting lungs. If there was one thing he hated about parties, it was that awkward moment when you tried to insert yourself into a group.

He spotted his parents across the deck, chatting with Merida. Immediately, a silent war began inside him, between the desire to be safe within the familiarity of his family and the desire to maintain his fragile appearance. He decided against going over to them, too ashamed to be seen as someone who hung onto the apron strings.

Instead, he surveyed his other options. Group of students. Unapproachable. Guy sitting at a table who looked like he could be waiting for someone. Shouldn't interrupt. Group of students. Unapproachable. Group of parents. Why would he want to? Black hair, green eyes, and a RBF. Terrifying. Another group of students. Unapproachable.

Andri sighed and made his way over to the edge of the party. He supposed he would miserably hug the railing and hope no one noticed his lonely ass for the duration of the event.
 
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daughter of jafar
location
s.s. motunui farewell festival.
mood
tense.
outfit
here.
mentions
elias revalia revalia ; open.
ebonee khalil.
It was hard to look at her reflection in the mirror without grimacing. She'd never looked so clean in her life. At the time, Ebonee had enjoyed the chance to shower, taking her time and sniffing all the soaps that had been made available. She'd gotten lost in the moment, which to be fair, was something she'd never had the chance to do before.

But now? As she stood in her...room, staring at herself, dressed in actual clean clothing and not scraps she'd managed to salvage from the streets, it was safe to say that she didn't recognize herself. Turns out her skin was actually fairly smooth under all the grime she'd never been able to get rid of. And her hair when properly washed and dried was pretty soft and bouncy, rather than limp and a rats nest. Sure being clean was nice and all but at what cost? Was she even herself anymore? It was as if all the dirt and grime had been armor, and with it all gone now, she was vulnerable.

The shorts and high neck tank top didn't help, she was sure.

"This stupid top doesn't have sleeves..." she muttered. Turning so she could face her best friend, Elias, she could only raise a brow at the sight of him all dolled up as well. "Well that's not fucking fair, how do you look relaxed? Please tell me you're just a better actor than I am, and you're freaking out, same as me. Please?" she begged, sighing at how whiny her voice got.

Why did she agree to come to this stupid boat school?

As she slumped, pulling at the scars on her back, she winced, remembering. Right. To get away from her stupid father. Just about anything had to be better than being stuck with such a retched man for any longer. She'd done her time, twenty-one years in fact. She deserved a break.

She had to suck it up. Ebonee Khalil was many things, but a whiner wasn't one of them, and she wasn't about to become one now. If only she had sleeves...!

"Stupid no sleeves. How am I supposed to swipe anything now?" she complained. "I mean, yeah I have pockets, but they're only so deep..." she huffed. "You at least have a way to hide your stash...guess we're gonna have to switch it up a bit." she mused. "I distract and you swipe?" she paused, before nodding as she turned back to the mirror.

Her hair was free and curls were bouncing everywhere. She both liked and hated it, but they were running late and couldn't afford to waste anymore time. Sliding into a pair of sandals, Ebonee went to double check the dresser which had quickly become their treasure cache. So far they'd only managed to swipe little things here and there, bracelets, earrings, etc. It was a start though.

"Alright, let's do this, Li." she took a deep breath, steeling herself as she reached for the door. Opening it a crack, she poked her head out and checked the hallway. "Alright, coast's clear, let's head out."

Sliding out of her room, she spared the door knob a glance, wondering if it'd be possible to get a lock. Maybe she could magic it or something? Sure she hated the idea of her magic, but she'd get over anything if it meant protecting herself and Elias. As the two slunk through the hallway of the ship and made it up to the deck, she frowned. "Well at least there's plenty of sunshine..." she mumbled, raising a hand to shield her eyes.

"Let's try and find a good target I guess...that or a secluded area to plot. Whichever we find first, right?"
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Oh, lovely.
samuel rodhe
At the familiar sound of Jai's voice, Sam looked over to his right, finding a comfortable presence beside him. The redhead continued to chew the deviled egg, looking a bit comical as he rushed to finish the snack, "Damn right-" His mouth was still full, his right hand covering his mouth as he spoke. It didn't take long for Sam's gaze to spot the new accessory that donned his friend's golden necklace. It was certainly nothing he had worn before. Was it a gift? He looked back up to Jai's eyes, noticing that there was something off. His playful demeanor immediately deflated, brows furrowing in concern. His mouth opened to check in with him, until Sam noticed that uncle was standing in front of him, pulling Samuel into his signature hugs. "Samuel, so good to see you again." Sam let out a sigh, wrapping his arms around the younger of the two, giving him a squeeze before pulling away.

"You too, Adrian. I'm surprised you aren't catching up with my mom." He inquired, knowing the bond he and his mother had, despite the gap in age. However, the sentiment was short-lived since Adrian's gaze shifted to Jaihid. Sam could see the interested glint in his uncle's eyes, knowing too well when the man has spotted someone he finds alluring. It took everything in him to not roll his eyes. He knew it would be unwarranted, and Jaihid deserved to meet new people other than himself. Even if that meant bearing the vomit-inducing torture of hearing his own slutty uncle flirting with his friends.


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son of moana
his stride was slow as the view of the buffet set up slowly grew closer and closer to him. but part of malakai was thankful that he kept it that way considering a full head of curly red hair popped into his view, one that fell gracefully over the shoulders of a woman he had never met before. her sudden presence earned an "oh sh- sorry" as he stopped right in front of her, careful to make sure he didn't lose his footing or even step on her feet trying to stop. and when he found his balance once more, he looked down at her dainty, manicured hand that was stretched in his direction.

"i'm isla. you must be new. i think i'd remember a face like yours." she complimented. her bold statement made his demeanor soften as his signature smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. with his unoccupied hand, he gently grasped hers and let his thumb rub against the space between her own and her pointer before returning her shake. and based off the flirty tension that threatened to burst in between them, malakai was in no rush to pull his hand away before speaking.

"name's malakai. and uh.. you're right," waialiki's gaze traveled down from her eyes to the dress that hugged her figure perfectly, but the admiration didn't last long. in his opinion, anything more than five seconds spent somewhere that wasn't her face would just be a douche move. he unapologetically would admit that he was in awe with what he saw, but he cared for respect more. everyone deserved it, including her, "'s nice to meet you, isla. i knew to expect sights to see by enrolling, but i didn't know they came as beautiful as you." smooth. flirtation graced his tone when he spoke to her and his eyes never left her own except for when he brought the flute of sparkling cider to his lips. before his tongue ran dry, he thought to douse it in the beverage that slowly began to disappear from his glass. he didn't drink it all, however, in case the conversation would last longer than anticipated.

while the flute of cider came down, his attention was briefly stolen by another courageous figure clad in a white dress that also suited her body well. only this time, she flashed a wink his way. good god, he could only help to think. this boat was not only crawling with beautiful women, but the two he encountered weren't just beautiful, they were bold. and such encounters were foreign compared to the women he had met long before TeFiti academy. it was a change he grew to love and appreciate almost immediately.

unfortunately, the high he felt wouldn't last long. a short head of red hair that reflected brightly from the sun's rays caused a ping of remembrance. the familiar face scratched a long-forgotten memory that he was being forced to relive at such an awful time. but samuel rodhe standing in an embrace by the table he was initially walking to pinched at an emotional nerve, and part of him was thankful for isla's sudden presence. his usual swag, however, was nowhere to be found now, leaving him tongue-tied and almost causing him to forget that isla was standing in front of him. pull it together, malakai snapped internally. luckily, he was able to pull himself out of the trance the son of ariel had pushed him in. but while tried to keep his composure, his undivided attention for her was wiped clean. physically, he was there. but emotionally, he was torn and there was no liquor in sight to help him recover from the sudden blow.

he could only hope that his exterior charm could mask the volcanic eruption that was his current thoughts that plagued him.
malakai
MOOD: where's the liqour when you need it.

LOCATION: s.s. motunui - main deck.

OUTFIT: this spiffy white dress shirt with some black slacks.

INTERACTIONS: isla artagan.

MENTIONS: cecilia facilier, samuel rodhe.

TAGS: nova.the.alien nova.the.alien , sunshineysoul sunshineysoul , leviohsa leviohsa
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Arlo
Tremblay
where're the LADIES
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Truth be told, Arlo had no idea how he had made it this far without his parents.

His whole life, he was raised to be dependent on them his whole life, always within the castle walls. He relied on them to wake him up, put him to bed, make him food, teach him things, any and everything. It's not like Arlo was a spoiled prince brat by choice, it was just how he was raised. Well, it was how he was raised until he was thrown into the tower like some damned princess in need of saving. Then, he was still dependent on them, but in more of a hostage situation.

His dad was the only person he knew that loved him. Phillip was the only person that visited him on a regular basis. He stayed with his son in the tower, talking with him, giving Arlo the smallest sense of normalcy. But then he stopped. All at once, his dad just stopped coming & Arlo was forced to watch the sun rise and set all on his own. Sure, he talked with his guard, Liam, for a while, but it wasn't the same as his dad.

It crushed Arlo. Enough alone time with his thoughts & his curiosity took a dark turn;
i wonder if he finally saw that i'm the monster? i bet mom got through to him. she never visited me. what if she's behind all of this? why doesn't she just kill me? if she killed me then nobody would have to worry about the monster boy on the loose. my dad definitely hates me. mom definitely got through to him.

The thoughts were swirling around his head, faster than he could logically disprove them. The more he thought, the more hatred built up in his head. then what was the point? What was the point of ever spending time with him and sitting with him while he was locked away in that tower? Did his dad think he could change? Did he think there was something wrong with his own son that he had to try and fix him? There were too many thoughts rushing through his head, he barely thought as he planned his escape. He knew he needed to get away, he had to get away from that tower.

Where was he going to go? That was a GREAT question.

After a day or two on his own, he started ducking into hotels and libraries, any place with a computer & free wifi. He would've just looked up some stuff on his phone, but he was a dumbass and forgot to grab his charger before he ran away. But he started looking into different boarding schools he could enroll in. The further away he could get from his family, the better. As much as he just wanted to spend his days going to clubs and partying with no responsibilities, he was sure everyone would know to search there. If he went to a school, he knew they wouldn't look for him there.

Plus, he had never gone to school. He was curious what it was like; to be around other people all day, making friends, constantly learning new things? It seemed like a lot of fun, genuinely.

So after quite a few internet searches, Arlo found one school in particular that piqued his interest. Tefiti Academy on the S.S. Motunui. Officially open to children of royalty and villainy alike, this was a school made out of a cruise ship. It was perfect. He would fit right in without bringing unnecessary attention to himself and be able to hide from anyone looking for him. Not only could he satisfy his curiosity with school, but it was also on a cruise! Arlo had heard many things about cruises, and the biggest was that they were floating parties on the sea.

It was surprisingly easy to enroll himself and get accepted into the academy. After a few faked essays and falsified online signatures, Arlo was on his way to the ship with whatever belongings he had. Of course there was some shoplifting involved; He couldn't show up to his brand new school with no bags and belongings. So in the weeks leading up to the first festival, he spent it taking clothes and shoes and even jewelry from different stores; He even was able to flirt his way into some free electronics. He couldn't believe it himself, but when the day came to load up on the boat & settle into the rooms, Arlo had two suitcases and a backpack full of things he could pass off as his own belongings.

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"Alright, what do snotty rich kids wear to parties?" Arlo had put all "his" clothes in the closet and emptied out all his other belongings. It was now time for the farewell festival, and Arlo wanted any excuse to go see pretty ladies and flirt with them. His eyes racked over the different clothes he had in his closet, planning out potential outfits in his head. Rich kids knew how to dress, he had to look like he knew how to dress for this festival. But he couldn't look TOO good, or else he would bring too much attention to himself. As much as he loved attention, he needed to lay low until the ship was in the middle of the ocean, no land in sight.

Snatching a white and light blue shirt off the hanger & grabbing some white pants, he figured it was a good enough outfit to put together. He slipped them onto his body before throwing on a pair of sandals that matched well enough. He looked at himself in the mirror, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt, exposing more skin of his chest. Ruffling his hair a bit was the final touch to his look before grabbing his phone and going up to the lido deck.

Arlo did his best so seem nonchalant, keeping his hands in his pockets and staying on the outside of the crowd. He had no idea who anybody was. To be fair, he never really met a lot of people outside of his parents and the fairies. So he figured he'd stay on the outskirts, plucking random foods and drinks off the passing trays. If anything, he hoped someone would come up to him, otherwise this party was a bust.


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