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[AnimeGenork]

Avril Cavallon
a.k.a. Harmonia

Guild: n/a II Scenario: More friends? II Location: The Boat II With: Angelo @Knockoff Cleopatra Galen @Starfish II Mentions: Angelo @Knockoff Cleopatra Galen @Starfish II Oufit: This

There was no end to Avril's relief when the boy smiled and moved over to make room for her. For a brief moment, she'd feared he would reject her, but he seemed almost calmed by her presence. Was it her strange ability to calm people that caused it? No, it couldn't be. That only worked with a direct touch. Strange. In any case, Avril's urge to hug the boy grew as she stepped closer to him to join him on the bench. Smiling widely at him, she agreed, "Oh, yes, it's very peaceful. This garden reminds me of Paris in the spring..."

That was when another male voice interrupted them.

Avril's hazel eyes darted over to the other male, who had been concealed by some of the plants on another bench. Her eyes took in his stance: eyes on her while he leaned forward, a grin dancing upon his face. He had a book beside him on the bench; had she interrupted him? Guilt immediately welled up in her chest. She hadn't meant to bother anyone. What a first impression she must've been making! Oh, and he seemed so nice, too. Avril nearly frowned, until he began to speak, his voice dipping in a clear English accent. (Or, rather, one of many.)

After a moment, it fully registered that the boy was speaking her native language, French. Her smile, which had slowly become smaller, once again widened as she responded, "Oui! Bien sûr! Je viens de France!" She was so excited to have met someone who spoke French that she almost went off rambling. Before she could, she stopped herself, putting her hand over her mouth. Smiling an embarrassed little smile, she giggled nervously. "Désolée. J'ai été ravie se rencontrer quelqu'un qui parle français." Realizing she was still speaking French, she cleared her throat. Barely five minutes with these boys and she'd already started babbling in French without meaning to. What a mess.

Turning so that she faced both boys at once, Avril inclined her head politely and gave them a sweet smile. "Bonjour. I'm Avril Cavallon. It's very nice to meet you two." Her eyes crinkled in the corners as she continued to smile, her gaze switching from one to the other so she was being fair to both boys. In case she was being too forward, she reached up and played with a strand of hair hanging out of her ponytail. "I'm sorry if I'm bothering you," she said to the French-speaking boy. "I had no idea anyone else was here besides him," she explained, gesturing to the boy with the curly brown ponytail.

But that's no excuse, Avril chided herself, biting her lip. She really was making a fool of herself the more she talked. She couldn't help it, though; something about both boys made her want to talk to them for hours. Especially the French-speaking one. Who would've thought that within an hour of of boarding this boat she would meet someone who spoke her native language? Having grown up in France, Avril had been a bit nervous about leaving the country and not having anyone to speak with in French. She hadn't taken into account that some of the people also boarding the boat would speak French, too. It was a pleasant surprise.

Her hands tightened on her mother's sketchbook as she waited for either of the boys to answer. Making friends was her main goal for this whole trip, so she hoped with all her heart that she hadn't ruined her chances of befriending these two boys. That would be devastating.
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Arianna DelaCour
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Princess of Crete
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GUILD: N/A ||SCENARIO: Hug the trash bin like there is no tomorrow  LOCATION: Port- Boat to Olympia - Library ||
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It was a wrong move. A very wrong move indeed. She made a lot of mistakes in her life and probably one of them is this. Going to some mysterious school in the middle of the ocean. A school that can only be reach by boat. Why not a plane?! A question that kept on bugging Aria but nonetheless, she decided to pursue in going. She promised herself. She promised her father that she'll be strong and face her fears. Well, one fear in particular. She doesn't want to fail him, after all it was him who told her that facing your fears can help them overcoming it. Plus it is a good school, the letter looks promising. Seeing the boat docked in the port made her stomach churn. She wanted to turn her back and call out her Aunt who gave her a ride but Aria stood on her ground.  "C’est seulement un bateau. un sacrément bateau." . Aria mumbled to herself quietly as she took one reluctant step at a time.  
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Aria's eyes looked straight ahead as she looked for her room, she didn't bother on admiring the beautiful decors that adorns the wall or the ceiling of their school boat. She was afraid that if she looked up or around, she might pass out.  Her hands were getting clammy and sweat beaded on her forehead but she managed to get to her assigned room after half an hour of dragging her feet in the carpeted floor of the boat. Aria tossed her bags on the corner and laid on her bed, she could feel the waves shifting below but she closed her eyes and tried to forget that she's trapped in some metal contraption for the rest of the day.  Her tricked work. Aria fell asleep but she immediately woke up when she suddenly felt that the boat hit a minor wave and gave the boat a little jump. She sat in the middle of her bed, alarmed and nervous. Aria closed her eyes and thought of something else, she thought of the hard earth beneath her feet instead of the liquid death that they're currently crossing. Little by little, her nausea subsided. Not wanting to stay in her room any further, Aria grabbed her bag and walked out of her room. Her eyes were close and she let herself be led by instincts. She did however stopped when she was about to cross the deck of boat. Even though there was a railing to stop her fall or to support her, but Aria retreated towards back inside.


 


Taking a deep breath, she leant on the wall. "Beruhige dich, beruhige dich..." A phrase her dad used to say when she's feeling a little tense with school. Being a girl who grew up in France, specifically in French Riviera area with a dad who's German and a mom who's an American, Aria never had a problem using and changing three different language. Closing her eyes, Arianna let her heart to lead her way. It's actually a lie, for she just doesn't want to see the ocean. She kept on walking, eyes closed. She managed to not bump on anything, (thank the gods, or else it would be damn embarrassing. Walking with eyes close is pathetic enough let alone falling down for some dumb reason.) and happen to stop in front of wooden door. She looked up and noticed the plaque on the side: LIBRARY. Without hesitation Aria went in and shut the door behind her.


 


The library wasn't that big. They only have few shelves but most of the books were hardbound and in perfect state. Yes, a good book can distract her from the hell she's been in. Aria looked around, a rectangular window showed the view of the sea outside.  The sea is sparkling while the blue sky is cloudless. It was indeed a beauty. A beauty that hides a horror. Suddenly their boat hit another wave that made her jump and grab on to a chair with a sharp cuss under her breath. Her stomach churning so bad, threatening to betray her so she ran to the corner and took the plastic bin without hesitation. She almost crawled into the corner of a long wooden table and a shelf, hugging the bin in her chest as her eyes was shut once more. "Beruhige dich, beruhige dich...." Aria repeated again like a mantra, hoping and praying that the meager food that she ate earlier will stay inside her stomach.

 

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Guild: N/A | Scenario: A familiar face | Location: The casino ----> the bar| With: Henrietta: @TheWeirdPhilosopher  Eva: @PixieDust  | Outfit: here
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"So I was like 'are you sure he's single?' because Megan was like, exorcist-level possessive of him, y'know. But whatever, I went for it and it turns out they were dating and the next thing I know she's calling me a slut on e-news." Layla shrugged glibly. She had been telling the girl, Henri, her various  dramas for the past half an hour, she was a good listener, offering wry commentary where she saw fit. "For once I'll quit while I'm ahead," she commented to the dealer, Layla was usually unlucky but that had never stopped her. She collects her winnings. "I'm going to head up to the bar, you should join me." She smiled at Henri before departing back to the bar she had seen earlier. When she arrived she found it far more lively than when she had left it. Someone had started singing karaoke, which pleased her immensely and there were far more people to socialise with. She ordered a Long Island Iced Tea and as she was leaning against the bar waiting for it she spotted a familiar face. Eva Malone. They had met a couple times before at various parties and Layla had found her to be a kindred spirit. Truly, now that she thought about it the fact that anyone she knew had also received the invitation was an improbable twist of fate. Layla had largely been refusing to think about the larger implications of her current situation because she was pretty sure that if she considered that there was a (literal) boatload of people who could do the kinds of things she could do everything would just get way too freaky. So for now she had been prepared to drink and karaoke and enjoy herself until someone told her for sure exactly what the fuck was going on. Now she had seen Eva and that had somehow made it real for her, everyone else she had seen so far had been a stranger, a person who only existed in this part of her life and everything to follow, but Eva was from 'the real world' so to speak, a person she knew... she could no longer keep this separate like a dream she would wake up from.


"Can I get a shot of tequila with this?" She requested as she took a long sip through the straw of her drink. She downed the shot gracefully and grinning, Layla made her way over to the brunette. "Eva, what a crazy coincidence!"

 

[stellar.nova]

"I am no more intelligent than any other person on this earth, I merely have confidence in my ability to learn everything that I can."​

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Athena​

• Guild: N/A
• Location: Gardens
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• With: Avril AnimeGenork ; Angelo ms marigold
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Galen watched the male and female before him with curious eyes, his attention solely on the female, as it was her French accent that had caught his attention, and if anything could be said for Galen it was that he had a one track mind. No distractions. That is until the male spoke, and suddenly Galen's attention was strictly on him. "You wouldn't be bothering me." Galen watched as the boy offered up a slight smile to the girl- and the smile was indeed charming. However, unwilling to succumb to such a distraction, he pushed that thought away. He wouldn't allow hm to think of such things, no matter how attractive either of them might seem. After all, he merely knew of their appearances and nothing of their personalities. "It's so peaceful here, don't you think?" The boy chimed again. Galen had to agree that it was, indeed, peaceful, but he said nothing, as this conversation was none of his business.

"Oh, yes, it's very peaceful. This garden reminds me of Paris in the spring..." it was the girl that spoke that time, again in that musically clear accent. Galen could no longer retain his inquiries. It was then that he asked his question.

“Pardon moi. Mais, parlez-vous Français?” He watched as the boy began to notice he was there and blushed deeply, looking up at the girl as if to beg for her help and protection. How adorable. And of course, the boy's blush colored his face to a very attractive shade, and Galen would have commented in that, having a certain love of color aesthetics, but he was rather drawn in when the girl began to speak. Unsurprisingly, his adoration of linguistics far out-ranked his respect for color.

"Oui! Bien sûr! Je viens de France!" Galen watched as a charmingly cute smile spread across the girl's expression, right before she pressed a hand against her mouth. "Désolée. J'ai été ravie se rencontrer quelqu'un qui parle français."

Galen couldn't help but smile at the girl before running a hand through his hair and standing up so that he could approach the pair of them. It made no sense to continue speaking loudly in such a quiet and reverent area. "Please, no need to apologize. I find it fascinating that you come from France. I've always wanted to visit...but it was never in the stars, I suppose. I'm from England myself."

"Bonjour. I'm Avril Cavallon. It's very nice to meet you two." Avril? Such a pleasant name really.

"Bonjour to you too. My name is Galen Williams, and I assure you that it is a pleasure to meet you." He reached out his hand for a handshake. He then turned his attention to the boy. "And who might you be?" He still wore a good-natured grin on his face, hoping that he wouldn't startle the poor boy.

The girl spoke up again, this time with a very apologetic look on her face. "I'm sorry if I'm bothering you. I had no idea anyone else was here besides him."

"Do not feel you should apologize. I've read the book before you see, and frankly, I've been craving some company. So it all worked out in the end." He waved his hand in the air as if completely dismissing the idea that she should be apologetic.

 

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cassandra, daughter of king priam of troy

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Scowling at the empty glass before her, Dilara couldn't help but notice more people filing into the bar as time went on. She really didn't want to deal with people or have any company, but the silence and peace wouldn't last forever, now would it? Nope. Someone just had to go up to the karaoke machine and start singing. It wasn't as if the voice was horrendous considering the woman sounded exactly like the artist. But, nevertheless, it bothered her that she couldn't just drink in silence. Maybe she should just get a whole bottle of Raki for herself and find a small quaint place with windows for her to relax before she had to see all these people later. Nevertheless, Dilara looked up from her glass when a strikingly gorgeous woman passed by, shooting her a quick glance and smile before leaving. With a quirk brow, Dilara stared where the woman was prior, not realizing she had been staring off into space for a few moments. Taking a deep breathe, Dilara shook it off, not wanting to divulge in a moments relapse but instead noticed the dark brunette had taken off, leaving the poor, lost puppy abandoned at the bar. But, a few feet away from him was another light brown haired female that seemed to have been left behind for the karaoke machine as well. How strange to think a machine can distract people from others, then again, she had been known to be tech savy in her high school days when she hadn't wanted to be bothered since alcohol was practically illegal for her and at school. What a bore. Laughter of children and taunts echoed in her head and ears as she remembered the days when she had been "bullied", but she never accepted that it was "bullying". No, she'd rather not scream "woe is me", it's just not her style.

However, before Dilara could muse anymore at the random things that popped into her head, another person came and sat on the stool right next to her. Taking a small glance at the person who had appeared, Dilara stared blankly at the woman when she ordered another drink for her. Is this a way to buy someone's friendship or is just common courtesy? Not really caring which one it was, Dilara only had one thing in mind: if it's free, it's me, plus who could go wrong with buying her alcohol? If someone bought her alcohol and didn't care how much she drank, then they must not be that bad or just oblivious to the radiated "bitchiness" vibe from her. However, furrowing her brows, Dilara felt a stare and it wasn't really directed at her personally, but the woman next to her. "Does he have eye issues or does he just like staring at people?" She commented, taking the glass of Raki from the bartender as she took a sip of the smooth liquor as she used her index finger to point at the male. But, nevertheless, when the woman took off a piece of clothing, Dilara couldn't help but notice from the corner of her eyes the markings on the woman. Even more intrigued, she noticed it sparkling, like a constellation as she felt her own markings on her side rib tingling slightly as well. A little taken aback, Dilara whipped her head back forward, taking another sip of her drink. She hadn't wanted to speak about it, cause if she spoke about it, it meant accepting that she was "different". But, wasn't that why she came? To get to the bottom of whatever the bloody hell this was? Curiosity got the best of her, "Your mark, matches mine. Except mine doesn't glitter like a shooting star." Inwardly sighing at the comment she gave, Dilara sighed taking a big gulp of her drink before asking for another glass. "Anyways, so, what do you think this whole charade is all about? Scam? Or do you believe we are quote un quote special." Sarcasm dripped through every word she spoke, but underneath the underlying tone of sarcasm, curiosity was laced between them as she really wondered if she'd actually like to hear her opinions or answer of the matter.

But, of course, she was interrupted again when two more females and another male came into the room. One of the females had decided to walk up towards the lonesome male and light brown haired female. On the other hand, the same strikingly gorgeous woman had came back to the bar, reuniting with the same dark brunette woman who had been hit on by the male. Lastly, the male, who seemed to be geared up for bloody hell knows what went towards the bar closer to the karaoke area. Was there a "costume required" on the invitation? Or was the man lost and got on the wrong boat? A slight snort came out of her nose as she shook her head, "I'm not drunk enough for this." Regardless, she hadn't heard any of the conversation due to the music, but whatever it was, Dilara honestly had to wonder how many more people would be coming into the bar and if that was her signal to leave asap.

 

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Guild: n/a | | Location: The Ship (Outside the Game room) | | Scenario: A little stressed out | | With: Maddox | | Mentions: Arlen (very briefly)  | | Tags: @Starfish @TwistedTruth  | | Wearing: tba
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Mette's panicked bolt had slowed to a speedy walk following her swift exit from the game room.  The situation had felt like a whirlwind.  A boy who healed at an unnatural rate and a girl who had effortlessly sprouted wings.  It was too overwhelming to process.  Her mind could barely function and now she was both frantic and flustered.  She was so perturbed that she couldn't catch her breath.
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The blonde had assumed that there was something abnormal about the University.  The letter had known what she desired the most - therefore someone knew what she had done to her family.  The thought of that alone made her stomach churn.  It made her feel vulnerable and apprehensive - and when Mette is feeling tense, it is advisable to leave her alone.
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Now, the girl was fixed on going nowhere in particular.  A place without company is somewhere that she would find preferable.  In her current state of mind she did not doubt that she would smash the next breakable ornament she came across.  Drama Queen her father would say - even after what she had just witnessed.
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The door had swung open a second time.  The sound had startled her.  She brought a halt to her step and turned to face the dark haired boy who had followed her out.  Mette was already quite highly strung so the boy was treading on thin ice - even though he had not done anything wrong in the least.
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"Mette, that's your name right?"
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"Yes,"  she nodded and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her nerves.  She couldn't bring herself to look anyone in the eye when she was feeling overly agitated.  After what happened to her family it felt as though her eyes would suffer a severe itching sensation.  However, it would subside as soon as she tore away her gaze.
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"And I'm sorry but I did not get yours before - well, whatever happened in there."  She smiled sheepishly as she referred to the freakish occurrence.  Mette had to ground herself and regain her composure.  She didn't want to appear as though she was irritated by him, she was still just in a spin from what had happened.  Fortunately, he had also seemed shocked.  She was glad she wasn't the only one who had found it bizarre.  Additionally, his attempt to defend her from Arlen's harmless yet ever so vexing Princess comment was not unnoticed.  She found it kind of cute - not that it was something which she cared to admit.
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[PixieDust]

 
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GUILD: n/a ||SCENARIO: Karaoke Baby!||LOCATION: The Boat to Olympia, the Bar||WITH: Layla @Knockoff Cleopatra||MENTIONS: Ivy @AnimeGenork Cam and Erika @TheWeirdPhilosopher Dilara @crucialstar Ella @Knockoff Cleopatra Arlen @TwistedTruth and Victor @Ritzy
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Eva had no intention of waiting to hear what the cute girl would reply to her. The karaoke mic was calling her and all Eva wanted now was to let loose and sing her heart out. She was already edging her way toward the podium and reaching for the mic that lay unused on its stand. She was just scanning through the available song options (Somebody to Love by Queen was screaming at her to be sung) when a head of blonde hair appeared behind her. Eva had always had a thing for blondes and so her attention was diverted from the karaoke machine as she turned to greet the blonde only to be surprised at the sight of someone she actually knew. Layla Fox. They had partied together a couple times and unfortunately for Eva there would be no turning on the charm: Layla was strictly into guys as far as the starlet knew.
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"Oh my God Layla no way!" she exclaimed with wide eyes as she took in her outfit. "That outfit looks so hot on you, it's not even fair!" She laughed a little and then gestured to the karaoke machine, "Want to duet something? It'll be fun!" She didn't really register that Layla being on the boat meant they were going to university together. Right now she was a little giddy from her interaction with Arlen who seemed nice and the prospect of karaoke.
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Eva was just about to say something else when a guy entered the room wearing a Power Ranger suit. This place was seriously getting weirder and weirder. "I'm not hallucinating right now, you can see him too right?" she asked Layla with a raised eyebrow.
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[AnimeGenork]

Kendrick Wheatley
a.k.a. Orpheus

Guild: n/a II Scenario: The Smell of Cooking...Just Like Home II Location: The Boat II With: Axelle @Knockoff Cleopatra Gareth @PixieDust II Mentions: Axelle @Knockoff Cleopatra Gareth @PixieDust II Outfit: This

So far, so good. Kendrick had managed not to cry as he said goodbye to the only family he'd ever known, or when he'd stopped by Luciana's grave to say farewell. Now, as he stood on one of the many decks with the wind blowing through his dark brown hair, Kendrick smiled. A new phase of his life had just started, closing the book on his life in Italy. Shouldering his guitar and shoving one hand in his pocket, he started off down a branching hallway, whistling merrily.

He passed many rooms, with a few of them having different levels of occupation. Kendrick even thought he heard someone playing piano somewhere. As tempted as he was to go investigate the source of the sound, he realized that he was hungry, and as such, made his way to the buffet table. Surprisingly, the room was empty, though there were a few abandoned plates and glasses from its previous occupants. How sad. He'd missed out on meeting some of the other people on the boat. Oh, well.

Outside the room, there was a commotion. Glancing through the door, Kendrick saw several people in various stages of freaking out. Deciding not to entangle himself in that drama, he made a beeline for the food. Unfortunately, there was no bacon to be seen, so he decided to go check out the kitchen to see if they had some hidden away somewhere. As he neared the door, the smell of a freshly baked cake wafted out. Kendrick inhaled deeply and sighed, a serene smile on his face. An image of his "mother" came to mind. She was always insisting he eat more so that he could be healthier and stronger.

Kendrick now had even more reason to investigate the kitchen. He pushed open the door only to find two people inside, a brown-haired boy and a pink-haired girl. Oddly enough, any cooking staff the boat had were nowhere to be seen, so where had the smell come from? Then he saw the cake in the boy's hands. It reminded him of the cakes all the kids in the orphanage got on their birthdays. They'd be different flavors to match with their different tastes, but each cake was baked with love by the woman who had raised them.

Hearing the boy start to speak French, Kendrick wondered briefly if he shouldn't interrupt. Then again, he was already in the room. it was too late to back out now. "Pardon me," he said politely after the boy--who, Kendrick couldn't help but notice, seemed very kind--had finished speaking. "Did you make that cake yourself? It smells wonderful." He gave the boy a genuine smile, one that his quasi-brothers and sisters liked to call his "Kenny Charm." Though he spoke English, his voice had the distinctive accent of an Italian, something he took pride in despite his parents being British and Portuguese. Italy would always seem like home to him, for it was where all the people he cared about lived.

After a sufficient pause in which he inhaled the scent of the cake again, Kendrick glanced briefly at the girl and then back at the boy. "You wouldn't mind if I shared the cake as well, do you? The smell reminds me of home." With another kind smile, he added, "If that's all right with you, of course. I wouldn't want to be rude." Even though he was pretty sure they wouldn't mind him having a piece of cake as well, Kendrick mused going to find the source of the piano music should they decline his request. After all, music was half of the reason why he was here in the first place.​

 

[PixieDust]

~Goddess of Vengeance~
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GUILD: n/a ||SCENARIO: Music on the Upper Deck||LOCATION: Upper Deck||WITH: ...||MENTIONS: ...
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Heidi seemed to be having more trouble than she had anticipated keeping her hands from wandering to the pocket of her bomber jacket where her butterfly knife was stashed. She had promised Freida that she would not bring it with her, but she simply hadn't been able to resist. Heidi still marvelled at the fact she had been able to stash it abroad with her in the first place. Security was seriously lacks. 
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Her fingers traced the metal of the knife as she watched the waters beneath her and let the sounds of Foo Fighters drift through her earphones. She bit her lip until it bled slightly, her brightly coloured hair blowing in the breeze and her head bopping to the four four beat. Though one hand was stashed in her pocket, the other was tapping out the drum patterns on the railing of the boat and her grey eyes were glazed over. Though she was in her own little world, she was still keenly observant, watching each and every person that passed her with mild suspicion. Heidi was of the opinion that you just never knew who might be out to get you so she was always on guard.
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As the last chord of 'My Hero' came to an end, the girl made her way through the upper deck with a look of vague interest. The people on this boat seemed just as surprised to be there as she was, she wondered if any of them had actually signed up for the place. She also hoped no one would notice that her English mostly sucked. All the English she had ever learned was from Family Guy and other American shows, since she had made a point of hardly ever turning up to school let alone her mandatory English classes. With Freida's help she had definitely improved somewhat.
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As she made her way across the deck, she mouthed the words to Sia's 'Cheap Thrills' or at least, she thought she was mouthing the words, however she was actually singing quite audibly in her  distinctive husky tone and her feet were doing a shuffle in time to the beat without her even being aware.
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Hearing the young man speak French put a smile on Axelle's face. He had seemed slightly bewildered earlier as she and Ella had been talking and Axelle couldn't blame him, she was aware that she and her friend were somewhat overwhelming when they were together.


"Merci beaucoup, quand je l'ai senti, c’était le coup de foudre." She was only half joking about being in love with the cake at this point. She really was starving. She lifted the cake gently from his hands to set it on the counter and looked around for a knife, instead she saw another guy enter the kitchen. He asked very politely whether he could share the cake. While she was inclined to say no so that she could eat the majority of it she smiled at him and motioned for him to sit at one of the chairs by the counter. She didn't, however, answer his question as it was not her cake to give away, much as she was acting like it. She found a large knife and cut herself a generous slice before depositing it on an available napkin. "If this smell reminds you of home then you've been living the good life," Axelle remarked lightly. "Axelle," she introduced herself for the third time that day, "a pleasure, I'm sure." She seated herself and regarded the two young men. Both of them seemed sweet enough, a disposition she was unused to but found pleasant nonetheless. Often she found herself in the company of loud, abrasive people (perhaps because she was loud and abrasive) and had noted that she was generally more mellow in the company of people she regarded as more sensitive. She took a bite out of the slice of cake and moaned loudly. "You," She gestured to the baker once she had somewhat finished chewing, "are a gift to us all."

 

[PixieDust]

~Goddess of Love and Beauty~
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GUILD: n/a ||SCENARIO: Baking a Cake||LOCATION: The boat to Olympia, kitchen||WITH: Axelle @Knockoff Cleopatra and Kendrick @AnimeGenork||MENTIONS: 
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Gareth relaxed his posture as the pink haired girl Axelle replied to him in French stating that she had fallen in love with his cake. A light blush formed on his cheeks and he watched as Axelle set the cake down. At that very moment another person entered the room and addressed him. Apparently he would be dealing with a lot of social interaction today. The male was exceedingly polite, though it didn't come off as disingenuous. "Of course, take a slice if you want one. I made the cake as an icebreaker. Seems to work like a charm!" He smiled modestly. "Gareth by the way...That\s my name I mean." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he took a slice of his own cake.
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[AnimeGenork]

Kendrick Wheatley
a.k.a. Orpheus

Guild: n/a II Scenario: Heavenly Cakes and Beautiful People II Location: The Boat II With: Axelle @Knockoff Cleopatra Gareth @PixieDust II Mentions: Axelle @Knockoff Cleopatra Gareth @PixieDust II Outfit: This

Introductions, eh? That was helpful. Kendrick preferred to know the names of the people he talked to. Otherwise, there seemed to be an unnecessary distance between him and the other person. Or, in this case, people. With his signature sweet smile, Kendrick flourished a hand and bowed. "My name is Kendrick. But you can call me Kenny." Standing up straight, he looked again at Gareth. "Thank you for the cake." Setting his guitar case on the floor by the door, he walked over to the cake, its scent wafting up into his nose. He sighed contentedly, a wistful smile flickering across his face.

To be polite, Kendrick took a slightly smaller slice of cake than Gareth, and especially smaller than Axelle, just in case anyone else came in or if Axelle wanted more. (She probably would, from what he could tell.) Sitting in one of the chairs by the counter, Kendrick smiled at Axelle and replied, "Living in Italy does have its perks. Namely the smells of cooking." He took a small bite of his slice of cake and instantly melted. How could cake be this good? It tasted like it was from heaven. Swallowing the cake, he looked at the boy and agreed, "She's right. This is what all cake should taste like. Not flavor wise, of course, but...well, you know what I mean." He laughed then, amused by his own inability to fully express his meaning. Maybe that was why expressing it through music was so easy for him.

With a few more bites, Kendrick was done with his share of cake, and as he wiped his mouth with a napkin, he took the opportunity to assess the people with him. The girl with pink hair, Axelle, was certainly something--Kendrick wasn't really sure what to make of her. He admired how straightforward she was, though. Normally people beat around the bush, but it seemed like this girl didn't really do that. It took a certain something to be like that, but considering he'd just met her, he couldn't exactly say whether or not that was good. She was pretty in a sort of rebellious way. Interesting.

Glancing at Gareth, Kendrick felt his heart speed up. That was odd. He hadn't had that feeling since...well, for at least a year now. It was hard to deny that the guy was cute, though, and Kendrick had to stop himself from staring too hard. He wasn't the type of guy to fixate on looks, but, rather, a love of music. Or so he liked to say. Maybe he'd ask Gareth later about the type of music he liked. Hey, if Gareth could use cake as an icebreaker, who said he couldn't use music as one? Not to mention he seemed like the type of guy who was generally nice, maybe even sensitive. In Kendrick's opinion, there weren't enough guys like Gareth around. Kendrick certainly knew he'd like to be Gareth's friend. That is, if Gareth was open to that.

Rather than sit in awkward silence, Kendrick looked back and forth between Axelle and Gareth, who seemed to be on opposite ends of the spectrum, personality wise. He asked, "So where are you two from? I don't suppose either of you are from Italy?" He gave both of them a cheeky grin, his playful side coming out. Something told him that he would enjoy his time at this mysterious university. If there were more interesting people like these two, it was sure to be a fun experience.​

 

[stellar.nova]

"The world is terrifying, but there are small things that make it the most beautiful place in existence."​

Ekaterina Romanov​

Calypso​

• Guild: N/A
• Location: Game Room
• Scenario: He is right...
• With: Arte Seraph Darkfire
• Mentions: N/A
• Wearing: This

"My parents once told me that from the moment I was born, I seemed inclined towards the arts, naming me Arte was something simple." Ekaterina studied his features as he spoke, in awe of how passionate he was as he spoke about his own name. It called to her.

"Everywhere." he responded to her question, and she was broken out of her reverie. "I was originally born in Italy, but we didn't stay there longer than five years, most of the time I was traveling with my parents around the world while they were working. Egypt, Rome, England, America, China, Japan. All countries, all the art I could reach. Architectural and scientific.Antarctica is the only continent I have not been on. One day I will, though, and I will carve art into that pristine canvas"

Katy couldn't help but smile as he spoke of the many places he had been. "This is as far as I have ever been from home. Then again, I have never actually left home before. I come from Moscow. Russia that is, but you could probably tell that by my accent." She paused for a moment as if just remembering that she did have an accent, and reached her hand up to cover her mouth as a very becoming blush spread across her cheeks. "Oh, I am very sorry. My accent does not make it too hard for you to understand me, does it?"

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

Arte Mestiere
Daedalus
Guild: N/A || Location: Olympia bound Ship, Game Room || Scenario: A sculpting request. || With: Ekaterina @Starfish || Mentions: N/A




Arte looked at her and chuckled softly "No, your accent is actually quite pleasing" he said smiling "I've found accents very interesting as they do not just differ by country, but by locale as well" Arte had always found it interesting how many accents there were. By his estimation, there were more accents than there were languages on the planet.


{"If you are uncomfortable with this language, I can speak Russian instead"} he fluidly shifted from English and into Russian as if it was his native tongue. He'd traveled all around the world, speaking another language was as simple as drawing for him. In some places, if it hadn't been for his appearance, many people would have assumed he was a native of that land. 


He suddenly looked thoughtful {"When we reach where we are heading, I would be honored if you would become my subject and allow me to carve you out of marble"} he said idly wondering if she'd pose for him without clothing. The human form was best presented in the nude, such as Grecian sculptures and he guessed that Katy would be an exceptional subject to sculpt.


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[stellar.nova]

"Sing like the birds, my love, sing like the birds."​

Maddox Davis​

Theseus​

• Guild: N/A
• Location: Outside the Game Room.
• Scenario: God, she's gorgeous.
• With: Mette mxlly
• Mentions: N/A
• Wearing: TBA

Dax grinned in relief when the girl turned around and looked at him. He couldn't help but take note of how gorgeous she was, really. Soft and classic, yet there was an edginess there that called to him, made him want to rise to the challenge. Still, she was the closest thing he had to a friend on this boat so far, so he was going to settle for friendliness for now.

"Mette, that's your name right?"

"Yes." It was a simple reply, really, but he couldn't have hoped for more. Hell, at least the girl was talking to him. He'd take the small blessings. Still, she couldn't seem to meet his gaze. His brow furrowed as he put his thought as to why this would be the case. "And I'm sorry but I did not get yours before - well, whatever happened in there." He couldn't help but grin wider as he caught onto her sheepish smile. So there was still hope despite her stand-offish attitude. So be it, that was enough of a push for him.

He strode forward and held his hand out for a proper handshake, no funny business, his trademark grin that bordered on a smirk on his face. "I'm Maddox Davis. But, please feel free to call me Dax. Weird name I know, but my mom was a little weird, and as genetics would have it, so am I." he paused for a moment, wondering why the hell something so stupid would come out of his mouth, but oh well. At least he wasn't afraid to run with it. "But don't let that scare you off. I assure you, I'm weird in the perfectly charming way once you get to know me." He paused for another moment, then got a little serious.

"Hey, you're okay, right? I mean, nothing happened to you in the crossfire of things?" The expression on his face was one of genuine concern as he awaited her answer.

 

[PixieDust]

~Muse of History~

GUILD n/a ||SCENARIO: A Beautiful Melody||LOCATION: The Boat to Olympia, Ballroom||WITH: Isabelle @TheTraveller and Ara @Uxie||MENTIONS: n/a

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Fran's cheeks still blazed with embarrassment as the blonde approached her and helped her to her feet. She had hoped the girl would simply ignore her and leave her to back out of the room with little fuss, but she supposed it was nice of her to offer help. Once Francesca was back on her feet, she promptly looked to her feet, brushing down her button-adorned skirt and pushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear.


"I'm truly sorry if I disturbed you, I knew I should've closed the lid." Francesca shook her head primly.


"Oh please don't be silly. I was the one disturbing you by all accounts!" she said, a little abruptly but with no bad will intended. "The piece you were playing was exquisite and I simply could not help but to listen to it. You are truly quite talented. The tempo might have been out by a milisecond or so, but I suppose that could be forgiven since no human can play with as much accuracy as a machine or computer might." Quite flustered now, Fran promptly cut herself off from speaking any further, knowing her musing was getting highly irrelevant.


At that moment another girl had entered the room and took to the dance floor with a grace that caused a knot of envy to form in Fran's stomach. She wished she had the same poise and grace of this girl. It was simply breathtaking. The blonde had begun to play another of Chopin's pieces, one that complimented the dancing perfectly. Fran stood in awe for a moment, torn between staying and watching, and leaving to explore the boat further.

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Fran's Outfit

 

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"Your mark, matches mine. Except mine doesn't glitter like a shooting star." The blonde commented as she took in the newly revealed skin of Ella's arms.


"What's yours?" Ella asked, appraising the girl. She wondered whether it meant anything or whether it was just another strange occurrence that didn't seem to fit in anywhere. Ella liked puzzles, she always had, and it appeared that somewhere along the way her life had become one. Like a big ball of tangled string which, once unravelled, would reveal all the answers she had been looking for. Getting the letter from N had cemented what meeting Axelle had implied: There were others, many others, who could do what she could. 


"Anyways, so, what do you think this whole charade is all about? Scam? Or do you believe we are quote un quote special." Ella laughed drily at that. This was clearly her kind of girl.


"What's to stop it from being both? I was freakish before I got on this boat and I'll likely be freakish when I get off, so I'm going to enjoy this fully stocked bar, luxurious swimming pool and seemingly endless supply of hot people until we dock and then if it turns out to be a scam I'll go to Mykonos and party there." Ella delivered this with a casual, almost blithe tone as she sipped her tequila. "I'm Ella, by the way." Although her attitude was blasé and she would never admit it Ella was excited despite herself. Her mother, and to a lesser extent her father as well, had despaired at her general listlessness. She had breezed through high school, coming top of her class, without difficulty and everyone had expected her to go somewhere along the lines of Cambridge or Oxford but she hadn't. For a whole year she had shunned academia in favour of travelling, partying and living. During a particularly vicious argument her mother had asserted that she was afraid to try because she wasn't as clever as she thought she was. The next week Ella applied to Caltech. When she was accepted, she turned them down. She said that she had no intention of shutting herself up in a lab or a library for the rest of her life. She was young for Christ's sake and she wanted to go to Ibiza and she couldn't see what was so wrong with that. It wasn't as if she'd stopped caring about knowledge, that was a part of her she couldn't turn off. In the past year, during a stint in Hong Kong, she'd learned Mandarin not to mention she still wrote freelance for journals. Ella caught sight of the man in the costume almost at the same moment her companion did and it took her right out of her thoughts.
"Excuse me!" She called to him. "Why are you dressed like an edgy power rangers OC?"

 

[ScatteredStars]

View media item 23908 guild: n/a || location: Boat, the Stern || scenario: Like, is this for real? || interactions: Magda @crucialstar || mentions: n/a
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Eli smiled, taking in how pretty the girl was. No. Pretty wasn't the word. She was beautiful. Even her accent was something foreign that he had never heard before. It almost sort of took him by surprise hearing it, but after a moment, he figured that this opportunity must have been given to people from all around the world. She was so excited to meet him, too. She almost seemed to bounce over to him as she held out her hand for him to take. He made a conscious effort not too grip too tight when he shook hers. He had already had more than enough instances where he had gripped too hard and almost broken a few hands. That would be the worst first impression he could think of. "I'm Elijah. It's nice to meet you Magdalena. By the way that is a beautiful name." It seemed very fitting for her honestly.

That was when the girl started rattling off a few questions for him to answer. He was about to give his answers when the girl just stopped, and he watched her for a moment. She seemed focused on something, but Eli wasn't sure what. "Do you hear that?" she asked, confusing Eli a bit more than he had been before. "I don't think so." She started moving towards him a bit more, Eli's face flushing taking a tiny step back from her. He was really hoping that wouldn't come off as rude, but personal space was something that he took, well, personally. That was when he noticed that she had started dancing, which made him look back as he started to laugh a little. She was odd. Beautiful, but sort of odd.

Suddenly, she seemed to be pulled out of her trance, finally noticing how close she had gotten to him She had jumped back in embarrassment, explaining that she had heard music and that she loved it. Eli smiled, chuckling a bit a long with her. "I get it. You hear that music and your feet start to move, and the next thing you know, you can't stop. I know what you mean. If only I could hear what you're listening too"

Then she made her request, "I . . um . . I was wondering, if you don't mind, since I would actually like to get to know you and not get as sidetracked, would you. . help me or come with me to find where that music was coming from? I mean . . you don't have to! I don't want to force you to do anything, of course, I was not listening. . and. . and. . "

Elijah shook his head. "Don't worry, I'm not busy. Let's go find this music." He definitely wasn't about to pass up on this chance to hang out with Magdalena, especially when she seemed so interesting. He was about to start off into the direction on the music when he realized that he actually hadn't a clue of where it was coming from. He looked to Magda again, "You lead the way. I'm not sure where to start."
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[ScatteredStars]

View media item 23912 guild: n/a || location: Library || scenario: Should I hold her hair or something? || interactions: Arianna @TheTraveller || mentions: n/a
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The flights to Greece had been tiring. Jet lag hadn't truly set in yet, though, and Milo wanted to do whatever he could before he found himself passing out somewhere. To keep himself busy, he decided to take a little self guided tour of the boat. The boat itself was huge with bars and a kitchen, a game room, and even a ballroom. It was a lot to take in. He wondered where Jude had gone of to, but he wasn't all that worried. They needed to go off and make their own friends, so he decided that he would find her later.

Eventually, Milo had found his way into the library. It wasn't big, but it was big enough to have a few shelves he could pick from. Not that he really wanted to right now. He wanted to go meet people and explore more, yet the leather bound books seemed to draw him in. He picked out one in particular that seemed to catch his eye. It was the Illiad, a book that he had read in high school. He didn't know why, but he decided to lay down between the far shelves and start to read. In about ten minutes, his book was laying face down over his face, his arms crossed, fast asleep.
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"Mom, I'm telling you. This could be a great opportunity for me. I'll finally get to go to college, plus no one will know anything about me," Milo pleaded to his mother. Gina looked at him, a skeptical look on her face.

"I thought Jude got the same letter," she stated rather matter-of-fact. It was no secret she was not fond of Milo getting on a plane and going off to some Greek Isle school that she had never heard about in her life. It was way too suspicious for her liking.

"She did, but Jude doesn't count," Milo replied back. "Please mom, this could be a really good opportunity for me. Plus look here." Milo got up and pointed at the acceptance letter that his mom was holding, "Look, they're offering me a scholarship for tuition and my books and everything. I don't want to let this go to waste." Gina looked back up at her son, a concerned look crossing her face.

"Still, we have to pay for airfare, I'm probably going to have to send you money for clothes and food, and what are you going to do about your hormones. Plus, not to mention we're still paying off your surgeries."

"I'll sell my car."

"Milo, you'll probably only be able to get three thousand for that at the most."

"It'll be something, and that's what matters. Please mom. I want to be normal and go to college like everyone else."

Gina's face seemed to soften a bit. It always did whenever Milo mentioned "being normal." That's all she ever wanted for her son. "I'll think about it, okay? Just let me think about it okay?"
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Milo woke up when he heard the door to the library close behind someone who had walked in. He pulled the book off of his face, and sat up quietly, stretching out and giving a quite yawn. How long had he been asleep? He pulled out his phone, which was for the most part, useless besides the clock portion and looked at the time. Thirty minutes. He looked up to see the girl whom must have just entered, walk right by his aisle. He sat up, crossing his legs, trying to overcome the sense of drowsiness he was trying to rub from his eyes.

That was when there was a particularly jostling wave that was strong enough to move the book that was sitting on the ground a bit. He heard foot steps hurrying towards the corner of the room, and the girl start to repeat something over and over again in a language Milo could pick up as either Dutch or German. but otherwise he couldn't understand. He crawled to the end of the aisle, peaking out at the girl who was hugging the plastic trash bin. He eventually stood up, and walked over sitting into a chair next to her.

"You know, the best way to get rid of seasickness is to go look at the horizon. It's the only thing that stays steady." He was sure she didn't want advice right now from a total stranger, but maybe if she actually took it she wouldn't be so miserable. "That, and getting fresh air helps, too."
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Medusa: The cursed Priestess


Guild: n/a | Location: The Ship; Outside the game room | Scenario: He's weird in a 'perfectly charming way' | With: Maddox | Mentions: < | Tags: @Starfish | Wearing: tba

Mette could now breathe easy.  The anxious feeling in her stomach had diminished.  Her apprehension had receded and Mette believed that it was partially due to the American boy's quick talking.  All English sounded fast to her and it took a lot of her focus to comprehend it.  It served as a distraction at least.  She had taken his hand when he had greeted her with a handshake.  The unique grin that accompanied it also gave him a likeable charm.  He seemed rather lively and confident - especially when he had begun to speak.  Mette had expected nothing more than the routine 'Hi, I'm -----', however his introduction was surprising - in a good way.  It amused her; both in the content and the way he just ran with whatever he said next.  Dax.  He did appear to be a little 'weird' as he had already put it.  But - that didn't mean she didn't like it.  He gave her the impression that he was 'offbeat' - maybe.  Nevertheless, she was intrigued.  Though, Mette did catch on to his past tense 'was' in referring to his mother when she had struggled to keep up with his English.  It was possible it was nothing to ponder on.  He could have said it by accident and moreover, she was a stranger.  It was not her place and perhaps not something that should remain on her mind in such a casual introductory exchange.
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Mette had caught herself smiling.  The notion that him being 'weird' would scare her off and his comment about being 'weird in a perfectly charming way' were both things that she found humorous.  The way he spoke was also strangely engaging.  Though, her smile faded once Dax's expression shifted.  "Hey, you're okay, right?  I mean, nothing happened to you in the crossfire of things?"  He had asked.  His concern was seemingly sincere.  "Oh - I'm completely fine, thank you."  She assured him.  Yes, she had been very startled, but physically Mette was all right.  There was no doubt that the blonde was confounded by his question.  Although, in retrospect it was an absolutely normal question to ask.  Her family were just the kind of people who lived by: 'Don't complain unless you feel like you're dying.'  It was problematic, really.  It lead her to be a little surprised whenever someone would ask if she was 'okay.'  It did feel kind of nice, though.  "What about you?  Are you- okay?  I mean, you look great?"  She inquired and noted that Dax did appear unharmed.  Mette wasn't appalling at English.  She was rather good at it - though it was not unusual that she could make an honest mistake here and there.
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Hera: Goddess of Women and Marriage


Guild: n/a | Location: The Ship; Lounge | Scenario: Don't get homesick, you're not even there yet | With: n/a; previously: Her Family and Neighbours | Mentions: n/a | Tags: n/a | Wearing: this

Hadara was not a sports fanatic.  However, she did enjoy a game of soccer.  When her young sister, Haizea, offered her one last game before she left - she couldn't refuse.  Hadara had promptly tied her dark hair up and traded her sandals for her sneakers that were readily tucked in her suitcase.  Her Aunt, Marisol, was not appeased by the split decision - though Hadara had rarely been late to anything in her life; she would be prepared for the Taxi when it came to pick her up.  "One more game - one?"  she had asked her Aunt who was looking rather unimpressed; an eyebrow raised.  Needless to say, Hadara did not give her much of a choice.  The twenty-two year old had always been fiercely independent and was already in the centre of the the Square before Marisol could speak up.  Marisol was not typically defiant of Hadara's choices - though the woman was a little irritated by her niece.  She was displeased by the fact that Hadara was going off to an obscure University and leaving her as the predominant carer of three children.  Marisol often forgot that Hadara still felt like a child herself.  Many people often did.  Dara would whittle it down to the fact that she been driven to 'grow up' rather quickly.  For the most part, she didn't mind.
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"Reesy!"  Haizea had exclaimed with excitement as Hadara joined her in the Square.  The Square was not large, nor crowded - though it was never empty.  Today, the whole neighbourhood was out playing soccer as they waited to say their goodbyes to Hadara.  Everyone whose house bordered the Square knew everyone and everything about everyone.  Basically.  So, the news of Dara's unexpected University offer spread like wildfire - and Hadara hadn't been to University before.  She had two jobs and her main priority was taking care of her half-siblings.  She was at a loss for time.  Marisol did make an attempt to help, but the woman couldn't go a week without screaming at either her boss or a difficult customer.  It was frustrating, really.  However, her Aunt had promised to make more of a effort to keep her job this time.  Hopefully she upheld this promise.
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The soccer game was a 'boys vs girls' match.  The women in the neighbourhood were just as competitive as the men.  Dara certainly was.  Though this was only a 'fun' game for two reasons. 1) people as young as seven were playing - that seven year old being her younger brother, Héctor. and 2) Hadara had to appear at least semi-presentable for the airport.  Her being drenched in sweat wasn't the image she was going for.  Sure enough, the match was casual.  Everyone was playing fair despite the lack of rules.  Hadara would pass the ball to Haizea so that the young girl could score the goal.  She would feel overwhelmingly proud whenever her sister successfully kicked the ball between the two pot plants known to them as the 'goals.'  Haizea would also make the whole neighbourhood laugh as she energetically ran circles around the players in celebration.  Everyone had felt overwhelmingly ecstatic until a yellow and black taxi had slowly driven into the Square.  Upon seeing it, her half-siblings all ran up to Hadara.  She knelt down to give them all a big hug.  "Why do you have to go?"  Héctor had asked for the tenth time that week.  "You know why, and I'm sure you'll have fun with Aunt Mari."  Hadara smiled reassuringly - though Héctor didn't seem convinced.  The little boy screwed up his nose and shook his head.  Dara raised a brow, "Why not?"
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The lounge was seemingly the most quiet place on the ship.  It felt unnatural - being surrounded by almost silence.  The familiar sound of her family engaged in various activities around the house was absent.  She couldn't hear the sound of Aunt Mari yelling over-dramatically about not having the perfect shoes to wear when she had like 100, nor could she hear the giggling of Haizea and her friends as they ran around the house, or the repetitive 'thud' as the boys kicked the soccer ball against the wall outside.  It was peculiar.  A little unnerving, even.  But Hadara was determined to enjoy herself.  She just needed to constantly remember that they would all be okay without her.  The thought was a strange mixture of being simultaneously uplifting and disheartening.  She knew that they could all handle time without her and it would give her brothers and sister a chance at being more independent.  Though, the feeling of being needed never failed to make her feel - happy?  Excluding the time that Hadara needed to care for Haizea when she managed to break both her legs.  That was just worrying.
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[PixieDust]

~Queen of the Amazons~

GUILD n/a ||SCENARIO: They Seem Nice!||LOCATION: Botanical Gardens||WITH: Angelo @Knockoff Cleopatra Avril @AnimeGenorkand Galen @Starfish||MENTIONS: ...

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"Mika don't you dare touch that plate." Jada raised an eyebrow and gave the boy one of her infamous death glares, holding her youngest brother Santiago in one arm and pointing an accusing finger at Mika. Santiago began wailing for food just as Mika shot the young woman an impish grin that said 'I'm still gonna eat that cake whatever you say'. When Jada's attention was temporarily diverted by the wailing one year old, Mika had made a dash for the cake.

"It's okay little man, JJ will get you some food huh?" Jada cooed to baby Santiago, bouncing him in one arm and reaching for the baby milk formula on the kitchen counter. "Mama!" she called, hoping her mother would help her with at least one of the situations. No such luck. Her mother had been unhelpfully distant ever since her father had passed away the month before. With a sigh she began making up a bottle of milk, while singing him a Spanish lullaby called Duérmete Mi Niño which calmed him down a fair bit. So much for a fun birthday, she thought. She had been hoping to make baby Santiago's first birthday one for the whole family to enjoy, but so far Mika was being a brat, Jerome and Pablo were busy arguing with each other over who got control of the TV and their Mama was not in the frame of mind to enjoy herself. Once again it was all up to Jada.

"Okay if I hear one more sound out of you boys-" she began in her 'don't mess with me' tone.

"Jay, there's a letter for you." Jerome had approached her waving a thick letter in his hand. Jada looked puzzled, not having expected any mail. She took it from him, slowly opening and reading it, her eyes growing wider as she stared at the words and the image now dancing on the page.


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The departure for Greece had been an emotional one filled with tears, hugs and prolonged goodbyes for the Famosa Ramirez family. Only Jada's fourteen year old brother Pablo pretended that her departure did not bother him. Now Jada stood onboard the boat to Olympia, feeling both homesick and excited. Never in her life had she been so far away from home. She wanted something that would remind her of home, but so far everything seemed incredibly foreign. She had wandered into the botanical garden area, completely stunned that the boat and university could afford one. Jada had always liked nature, but had assumed that she would be the only person in there. She was surprised when she spotted three others. A broad and warm smile crossed her features as she strode over to greet them. She had to remind herself not to greet them with the customary two kisses on the cheek. She was not in Cuba now.

"Excuse me, you don't mind if I join you do you?" she asked, brimming with confidence and ease. Communication with others was amongst her favourite things. Jada's gaze travelled from one person to the other very quickly, making her first judgements. One of the boys seemed very shy and reserved as he sat on a bench as though not to draw attention to himself. The other male seemed far more comfortable with the social situation and the girl was very obviously taken with the confident young man. "Because if not, I can always head somewhere else. It's no problem." She gestured to the exit with an exuberant motion of her hand and a swish of her long chocolate brown hair. She was a little conscious of her strong Cuban accent. Since she had never been around foreigners before, she had never noticed just how prominent her accent was when speaking in English.

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Guild: N/A | Location: Botanical Gardens | Scenario: New People | With: Avril: @AnimeGenork Galen: @Starfish Jada: @PixieDust | Mentions: N/A


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In hindsight Angelo should have expected to have to interact with other people at some point. However he hadn't foreseen this many this quickly. Granted there were only four but that was still way more than he was comfortable with but less than enough to blend into the crowd. Angelo sighed very quietly to himself. He was sure they were all perfectly nice, Avril was certainly very sweet, the man sitting on the bench a little way off seemed calm enough and the girl who had just approached them was filled with a rare joy that Angelo was instinctively drawn to. She had a charming accent that he couldn't quite place though he knew it was Hispanic.


"It's no problem, really." Though his voice was quiet he like to think Valentina would be proud of this show of initiative. She was always telling him that he was too timid. "I'm Angelo, by the way." He smiled softly up at the girl. Angelo had always preferred to watch people rather than interact with them. He found life unpredictably interesting and infinitely variable and rich but only from a safe distance. Once you were in the middle of it all powers of observation seemed to disappear to be replaced by twisting, frayed nerves. He remembered meeting Valentina for the first time and how easily she had accepted him and welcomed him into her life. This girl, with her casual charisma and intelligent eyes, reminded Angelo of his adopted older sister and it put him somewhat at ease. 

 

[AnimeGenork]

Castiel Valdez
a.k.a. Antheia

Guild: n/a II Scenario: Would a Flower Cheer Her Up? II Location: The Boat II With: Hadara @mxlly II Mentions: Hadara @mxlly II Outfit: This

Thank goodness Uncle Ricardo hadn't suddenly gotten emotional as Castiel boarded the boat. He didn't know what he would've done if that had happened. Over the last few years, he and his uncle had grown close. Maybe it was because Ricardo himself had four daughters and no son, or maybe it was because they were both pretty smooth when it came to women. Who knew. All Castiel knew was that he was going to miss his uncle, as well as his cousins and his aunt, all of whom had cried upon his departure. A few well chosen flowers had stopped their tears, and before he knew it, he was wandering about the strange boat apparently filled with other people like him.

He pondered for a moment if he should go to the gardens--after all, wasn't that where the flowers were? However, after a moment, he figured he already had enough flowers on hand to make it through a conversation. Though it would be awkward if he ended up talking to a guy. He'd never really felt the urge to give flowers to a man like he did a woman. Maybe because his father had only taught him how to compliment women. Ah, well. No matter.

After strolling along half the ship and finding no one with whom he wished to interact, Castiel shrugged and retired to the lounge. He hoped to find some peace and quiet there, but instead he found a young woman. She had beautiful brown hair that fell in waves around her face, which seemed sad despite the prospect of the journey. Was she homesick? That must've been it. For a few moments, Castiel wracked his brain for the right flower, finally deciding on one and digging it out of the pouch on his belt.

Coming up to the woman, Castiel casually greeted, "I'm sorry to interrupt your thoughts, but are you alright?" He suddenly noticed how obviously Spanish his accent was, and could only hope it wouldn't hinder her understanding him. Did she speak English, though? That would be a problem if she didn't. Hmm, well, he'd embarrassed himself in plenty of other ways before. Might as well continue that tradition now.

Bringing out the variegated tulip he'd hidden behind his back and holding it out to her, he continued, "I hope you're not allergic to flowers, as I was hoping this one might bring a smile to that pretty face of yours." He emphasized the compliment with a kind smile, trying to convey that he meant every word he said. Unlike other men, he flirted only with the purest of compliments. Though, in this case, he merely wanted to see this woman smile.

After a moment, he swept into a gentlemanly bow. "How rude of me to not introduce myself. Castiel Alejandro Valdez, at your service, my lady." Straightening, he smiled again and asked, "Were you hit by a bout of homesickness, perhaps?" Once again, his smile softened into something kind. Maybe he wasn't the most emotional of men, but he understood the feeling of missing home greatly. He was leaving behind his beautiful meadow and birthplace, as well as his parents.

Well damn. Now he was feeling homesick.​

 

[AnimeGenork]

Oliver Jarrell
a.k.a. Coeus (Titan)

Guild: n/a II Scenario: I Just Wanted to Read... II Location: The Boat II With: Aria diwa Milo ScatteredStars II Mentions: Aria diwa Milo ScatteredStars II Outfit: This

He was doing it. He was finally leaving the godforsaken place that caused him the most pain. Yes, he was sad he was leaving his parents, perhaps the best part of his life in Australia, but that paled in comparison to the memories he had of his life in Sydney. Hopefully this university would have a library. That was perhaps the only thing that would keep him calm during his duration there. Speaking of this university, did they even have majors? After all, he'd already finished his college education twice over. Would he be able to continue earning his doctorates there? Perhaps. He'd find out when he got there.

Clutching his favorite work of fiction, The School for Good and Evil by Soman Chainani, Oliver nervously traversed the various hallways and decks of the ship, avoiding all and any interaction if possible. All he wanted to do was sit and read, or perhaps find a place to rewatch Gosick for the fiftieth time. Victorique never failed to amaze him with her brilliant way of solving mysteries. Unfortunately, his conscience got the best of him, and he knew that sitting cooped up in his room all day wasn't healthy. What would his mother say if she found out?

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a map of the ship's layout. Really, this entire structure was fascinating. So many rooms, so many possibilities! Oh, but not if there was a huge crowd of people, like there was in the bar area and on one of the decks. Oh no no. He would never be able to handle that. Wait, was that a library on the map? Perfect! If there was anywhere that would be quiet, it would be the library! An excited, crooked grin brightened Oliver's nervous face as he scurried off to find it.

It was just as amazing as he thought: large and filled to the brim with books. He was pulled down one aisle that held many classics from across the globe. One of the books was open on the floor, a sign that someone else was occupying the room. Oliver bent down to pick it up, keeping his finger in the pages to mark the person's place. The Iliad? What a choice! Homer was perhaps one of his favorite poets, though he loved Robert Frost far more. But...who was reading it?

Oliver's head whipped up as he heard the murmurs of people talking. Shrinking into himself and clutching both his book and the library's book to his chest, he crept to the end of the aisle and peeked around the shelf. Just as he'd thought, there were two people sitting in a corner, one of them murmuring comfortingly to the other. They were both beautiful...far prettier than he could ever hope to be. Oh, what was he thinking? He should focus on returning the book!

"E-Excuse me," he called out timidly, his voice shaking. "B-but did either of you drop this b-book?" He held up The Iliad, still bookmarked by his finger, wishing he wasn't so gosh darn awkward. Then he realized the girl didn't look well, and she was clutching the bin. So that was why the boy was consoling her... And as Oliver looked closer, he realized that he was indeed very attractive... Cheeks growing pink, Oliver crouched down by the both of them and mumbled in concern, "A-are y-you alright, miss?" Yes, he was probably being overly formal, but it was his nature to be as polite as possible to those he first met.

Even though he wished with all his heart he didn't have to talk to people at all.​

 

[Versailles]

Guild: N/A Scenario: A l o n e Location: Upper deck/balcony/railing area With: No one

The relief and joy Magnus's mother expressed when he verbally revealed to her that he was actually accepted to a university was both relieving and nerve wracking. A university she'd never heard of-- but it was a university nonetheless. Maybe her son's life wasn't going to be as ill-fated as she'd originally thought. She wanted him to go, so he had to go. He sadly didn't have a choice in the matter.

He stood in his bedroom, decorated with posters, knick knacks, action figures and Christmas lights in the middle of summer, and decided the contents of his luggage had to be quite minimal.

University was the road to success. The path to a good future. Not only was he practically forced to board this ship by his mother, but the desire to know what the hell was going with him was intensifying by the days. Parthena Olympia University was certain to have the answers; he figured that out when he first saw the recruitment letter. Either he live the rest of his life confused and convinced he was a schizo, or he swallow down his social anxiety and get the answers he needed.

It was easy to try convincing himself to be confident, but to be actually be confident was a challenge.

When Magnus first boarded the ship, it began to dawn on him that the need for answers weren't worth leaving his previous life behind, boring as it was. His pets, his few best friends, his mother, and his hometown, all being left behind; in exchange for.. university life in what seemed like another world, where he knew nobody, and had nothing to his name. His fingers, flexed around the handle to his luggage, tightened. He certainly wasn't a brave guy. He had barely any interest in academics in the first place. This was seeming like an enormous mistake.

When he first boarded the ship. He shouldered his way through a seemingly unending group of people until he could finally find a secluded enough area to be by himself.

The upper deck wasn't too crowded. There were a few people here and there, talking with each other or simply watching the waves thoughtfully. He stopped and leaned against the railing to gaze out at the sea. This balcony area of the vast ship was quite pleasant and peaceful, disturbed only by the faint sound of chit chat, or the cries of a passing seagull.

Contemplative aqua eyes gazed upon crashing waves. Waves, and waves, and waves. The sun warmed his skin and calmed his jittery nerves. When he realized he didn't have to engage in any of the ship's activities and can just pass his time in solitude until they reached their destination, the anxiety that settled in his stomach when he first boarded the ship lessened somewhat.