[rp] naked, shirtless, and katniss

[uncompliant]

When Logan falls through the door of the ship this time, he is wet and naked (though his hair is cut unlike in those gifs). It's been a few months since the last time he was here, and he doesn't appreciate being thrown back in mid-bath that he didn't even want to take in the first place.

...it's a long story. Come say hi to the naked, incredibly muscular man on the deck who is beyond tense. He is truly completely and totally naked. Unf.

James Wilder has been here for days at least. The Hunter's mark has taken over, has taken so much from him over time. He got it ten years ago. The mansion is quiet and empty, but his siblings are there and that's all he can ask for. Maybe the ship finally took pity on him, standing around on its deck, searching for something to hunt or kill only to turn up empty handed every time, because he is now in a gym in the ship. He's been here for hours.

Training with various weapons, crossbows, swords, and the like. He's shirtless and sweaty but focused. Need self defense/hunting classes? Come get trained by a really buff dude... who has a hard time being social or 'normal' or having fun so apologies for that, but he is single and... shirtless. That's a thing that can be appreciated given his... abs.

Finally, there's Katniss Everdeen who went to Chicago and then was sent back into a very au version of her own world where both Peeta and Gale are women and it is totally a thing in that world that gender doesn't matter in romance and that two girls can be chosen for the Hunger Games as well as two boys or a boy and a girl, which is what apparently happened to the Katniss that was there before her. She is currently, standing on the deck of a ship with a bow and arrow pointed outward and a confused expression on her face. She has yet to finish it yet (and has been setting the whole arena on fire due to her Rift change, this is a highly AUed version of her world on every single level really).

Nothing is okay.

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[mynameischristine]

Nothing is okay, but Christine Chapel is trying to make the best of it.

Since the last time she was here--her first time overall--she's served another half a year on the Enterprise. She damned near got her barely-reinstated commission yanked again after trying to explain that she'd wound up on a centuries-old cruise ship for a while, but a full examination had cleared her of any mental or emotional defect.

And then, three weeks ago, the ship pulled her through the door again.

This time, with her captain in tow.

Two things, she couldn't help but think:

At least someone on the Enterprise will finally believe her.

At least it was Captain Kirk, who can charm his way into fitting in anywhere, and not, say, Dr. McCoy the notorious grump. Or, God help them all, Mr. Spock.

Captain Kirk stopped hovering after the first few days; after the first week they both sort of mutually agreed to give up and wait for the return home that's beyond their control. If this is what it takes to get that man to dial it back a bit, she's thinking as she makes her way up to the deck for some sun and air, at least there's a silver lining to this nonsense.

There's a bit of commotion in the air; seems someone's just come through the door. She's still distracted, lost in her own thoughts, and she doesn't realize she knows who that is until she's right there in his presence.

His very entirely naked presence.

"--Logan!"

Christine Chapel, you are a grown-ass woman and a registered nurse, you have seen naked men before, do not stare don't you dare stare.

Not even appreciatively.

Stop it.

The color's a bit higher in her face as she forces her focus to bear on his face and... nowhere else. "Well, I-- My goodness, Logan, let's get you a towel or something."

Eyes up, Chapel.

"Or a shower curtain, that might be more effective, considering you're a strapping gentleman and all."

Christine.

[easily]

Rebekah is out exploring through the ship here. At least now that Stefan is here -- well she doesn't feel as thrown off as she had before. Still, she's trying to get her bearings here, like almost everyone else is. When she spots Katniss she smiles a little. She had liked the other girl back in Chicago -- she had helped her more than one time. But the bow and arrow part is a little worrisome.

"Let me guess -- you just got here."

She does seem busy with something else.

[woundable]

Rafe, on the other hand, is lifting up his hands gingerly as he finds that arrow pointed right at him.

It isn't that he hasn't been in quite a few perilous situations in the past, but that doesn't mean he discredits the validity of this one. Whoever the girl is, she looks like she knows exactly what she'd be doing with that bow and arrow. Rafe knows better than to not treat lightly here, though he doesn't look like someone that wants to harm her. He also knows appearances can be deceiving, and no one should be trusting of anything that comes from landing in a ghost cruise ship randomly at the ends of the earth. Or wherever they are.

"...Hi?" Rafe clears his throat. "I'm not going to hurt you. You probably have a lot of questions."

The way Rafe did, but he's been here long enough that he's navigated through most of them by now and can help.

[outgunned]

O-oh.

That is a very wet and very naked man, with muscles in all of the right places. Mary Jane is a red-blooded woman, and she can't exactly be blamed for noticing. It's all just there, glistening and rippling and -- wow he is a big dude. Mary Jane tilts her head to the side as she studies him, not at all put off by the tenseness he seems to be displaying.

"Wow," she says, without even meaning to really, she would be saying something comical or inappropriate if she were paying attention to her words, but she sort of blurts it out without thinking.

Damn, son.

[all_thecavalry]

Single and shirtless are two of Lois Lane's favorite things.

And while she is not lacking in the self defense department, she does appreciate the male of the species when the above descriptors are applied, and if Chicago taught her anything, it's that there is no such thing as too much practice. She had been wandering to the gym to get some running in, but when she sees James hard at work, she decides to take a slight detour and see if maybe she can get in a different kind of exercise.

"Need a partner?"

Or a spot, Lois isn't entirely picky. Watching can be just as fun as participating.

[mayoralty]

The narration is going to apologize to Tyler Lockwood for his mother in advance.

Because, really.

However, the thing about being Carol Lockwood is that she's always had an appreciation for attractive members of the opposite sex. (See example: Damon Salvatore.) She doesn't take it to Kelly Donovan levels of objectification (yes, she knows about that, her son was involved after all), but she does appreciate the male form. Especially attractive ones.

And if they just happen to show up naked and soaking wet in front of her, well, who is she to question it?

The fact that she happens to know him already is possibly a bonus.

Her hands rake over Logan for a moment, before a small smirk crosses her face. "You certainly know how to make an entrance."

[enjoythe_ride]

Bela Talbot is beginning to get a little tired of playing universe roulette. Particularly considering she can't seem to stay with the people she's trying to stay with - or, more importantly, she keeps forgetting that she's been there before. Her first, albeit brief trip on the boat was three years ago now, and now that she's returned, she knows it wasn't anything worth remembering, but she doesn't like her memory being messed with all the same.

It's annoying.

Still, at least her memories of Chicago seem to be relatively intact. She's wandering the decks, trying to reorient herself and remember where everything is, when she spots a familiar face in the see of ones that aren't. It's one she hasn't seen since before the announcement was made that the world was ending, and honestly, it takes her by surprise - but in a good way.

"Katniss?"

[ohstarryeyed]

There is a girl on the deck with a bow and arrow. There is a girl on deck with a bow and arrow. Cassie can't help but feel like this ship is just like Chicago all over again. She's not sure how she actually feels about that. Oh, bloody hell.

She's not even sure how to even open the conversation.

Well, she knows she needs to try. Because she'd rather not have anyone have an accident here. This kid looks way too tense, which leaves Cassie feeling worried already.

"Hey there," she says calmly, immediately putting her hands up in a defensive gesture. She takes a few steps toward the girl. "Although you might not feel like it, it might be a good idea to put the bow down. It's okay, you're safe here."

She's not entirely sure how true that answer is, but it's something she feels the need to say anyway.

[thestrongone]

[ he's not a sap.

unsurprisingly, it puts cara at ease - or as much at ease as she can possibly be, given the circumstances and her life in general. just because she might be starting to believe this isn't one of ultra's mind games doesn't mean she lets her guard down or trusts it for a second.

like each and every single person on this ship, she tried everything she could think of to open the red door. barring driving herself crazy with it, she's decided to put her frustration to good use. it's around that time she came across james, studying him long enough to appreciate the way he moves. ] Need a sparring partner?

[ sure, james is possibly the biggest dude she's ever seen, but she thinks she could take him. ]