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[party post] come sail away with me

You've come through a door, and you are on a boat. Specifically, you're on a cruise ship in the middle of some giant body of water. You've come through the door behind you which is attached to nothing and may now be locked. It's relatively empty as giant as it appears to be. The only other passengers that are here appear to also have come through the door for the most part and it is not nearly enough to fill up this entire cruise ship.

Also, who knows who the hell is driving this thing since all of the employees appear to be either ghosts or holograms...

Is this your first time here or your hundredth time here? Do you want a drink or a dip in the pool? Is it day or night? Do you stumble on your room or some other situation either fun or painful within its many rooms, shops, and facilities? Do you run into someone you know or a complete stranger?

The possibilities are unlimited!

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Danny smirks at that, in part due to her reference and in part due to his own answer. "I never... tried engaging in conversation with them," he answers Jenny. If he has a hard time talking to people in general, trying to talk to moving ghosts is something that would likely stretch the limits of feasibility. He just saw them very briefly, and in passing, but he's thinking along the same lines as Jenny. There won't be any simple or easy answers, and it's not just the ship.

It's life and it's how it works and you always have to fight to get what you want.

"We can thank Chicago for a lot of things," Elena says softly, a light smirk in place, as well. Mainly because not many people would listen to that sentence and agree with it wholeheartedly. Chicago is a melting pot of chaos and dangers. It pushes you to your limits and it takes things away from you at the drop of a hat. It has also prepared them for situations such as these, and it's also what it made it possible for Elena to meet him. Without the rifts and without Chicago, such a thing wouldn't have been made possible.

She turns to him, as though feeling his gaze on hers, and her smirk shifts into a smile. The hand he isn't holding on to lifts up, knuckles lightly brushing down his cheek before she leans forward to place a soft kiss there. If he wants to look at her, if he wants to hold her hand -- he should. She is not technically 'his' Elena but she believes that one day he will see her again.

Quiet laughter leaves her at the memory, along with his gesture despite what it means. Chicago went boom. She shakes her head and lets out a deep breath, looking back out into the water. "You were the very best tour guide," she says to him in answer, before it is her turn to look over at him. She remembers that day. How restless and helpless Ethan had looked, and how badly she'd wanted to help him.

"You always said I was good at helping you stand still," she says softly. That day, on that cruise, was one of those times, she thinks.

"David? David."

Kathryn, meet another woman who has very little tolerance for bullshit. Natalia nearly storms past the deck, and would've kept on doing so if she hadn't spotted another person's form. It is the first person Natalia has seen since she was thrust into the ship through the door. Ordinarily, she wouldn't like asking for help. But considering the fact she has tried everything, including her magic, to get out of here and she doesn't know if her son followed? Natalia will be making exceptions, even if it means approaching someone that does not want to be approached. Natalia is not one to be easily intimidated.

There's a fierceness to her expression when Natalia approaches her, but it's belied by the quieted panic she attempts to hold back. "Have you seen a little boy wearing a blue sweatshirt?" she asks, skipping past pleasantries. Her ordinarily graceful hands are clumsy as they search for her phone, lifting it up in Kathryn's direction so that she sees the picture. "This is him."

"I'm not good at being reassuring," Alek says. He would sound more apologetic about that if he hadn't long ago accepted he wasn't built a certain way. (And he was literally built, all but made with his father's hands to be molded into a weapon. It's terrible and he tells himself he doesn't care.) He tends to stick to himself, for the most part, and although there is a whole world that was left behind in his wake, there weren't many people left to miss. Jeremy, Tyler, Caroline. Okay, so maybe there are more people than he would like to admit. For all of his attempts at asserting himself as someone that doesn't need anyone, he ends up attaching himself to people regardless.

It's part of the pack mentality he and his brothers have, runs as deep as the blood that has made him. "And the truth isn't always reassuring, either," he adds. Alek isn't someone that's going to give a pretty lie over an uncomfortable truth.

Sometimes that's all you have.

(Do you want the truth or something beautiful?)

Peter is very pleased that she can't remember why at the moment, because he really enjoys kissing her. It should be the focus of this moment, his kissing her, because he really loves to do that. His arm winds around her, and he smiles against her mouth.

"...ouch. I have a feeling death by you would hurt a lot more than the going splat too so I guess I'll have to," he says, but he is laughing. Only Mary Jane, and he loves Mary Jane so much. She makes him laugh and smile about things that might otherwise frustrate him or get him all broody.

He folds his arms across his chest, looking innocent when she narrows her gaze like that. There's a tiny smile from him. "Yeah, guess that's true. Chicago makes the most impossible stuff sound completely possible," he says, and even a mystery ship kidnapping people makes more sense than some of the stuff that happens there. There's always a way back too on this ship, and his hand wraps in hers.

"...maybe I should get dressed and then we can explore? Since the door's not opening, and I'm less... concerned with getting back now." Now that he can explore the ship with her.

"I'm not real clear on it, myself," he admits with a shrug. "I only know it's got me coming and going. I just wake up in one spot or the other."

She considers this a minute, thoughtful until she pushes off the railing. "Nothing says we can't do both, right?" She smiles. "A drink, then exploring?"

"Rifts? Wormholes." The first she doesn't understand, but the second, she does. She's quiet a long moment, thoughtful, brow knit.

"It makes sense," she agrees. "That it would be something like that. I just wish I knew why."

"That's the general plan, yeah." She straightens up a little, moving slowly to help keep herself settled. "You work here? Or did you get kidnapped in like I did?"

"Really?" She sighs. She can't help it; this is all so ridiculous.

"It sounds like a really great, fun-packed vacation. Except for the part where we didn't ask to come and we can't go back when we want to."

Ethan laughs softly at what she says. Chicago definitely had its own way, and it is strange to know that she will be returning to it while he will be going-- He doesn't actually know where he will be going yet, which is a bit terrifying, but... he tries not to think about that. He tries not to think about a lot that scares him, that he'd prefer to avoid.

He pauses a brief moment, holding his breath as her knuckles run down his cheek in that brief way. He ducks his head slightly and then a smile tugs on his face as he finally reaches his hand over for hers to lock their fingers together. Ethan's smile widens as he looks at her.

Ethan smirks softly at what she says, and he did try after all to be a good tour guide. He didn't get to show her nearly as much as he would have liked, but-- but their world got cut short and their own friendship grew distant... now he wonders if he'd just taken the initiative-- How different things would be for him.

"That's because you are. In a way no one else... ever has been. I don't know if you realize what a big deal that is. I have been terrified-- absolutely terrified of standing still since I was maybe thirteen years old... thirteen, fourteen. Never would, no matter how tired I'd get. It felt like the world would come crashing down if I dared. So to feel safe in standing still is--" Ethan shakes his head lightly. There aren't words for the power that has over him, the power she has over him.

"...ha!" Clementine laughs because they are... literally on a boat so she thinks he is making a joke. It's funny, okay? "Old hat?" She folds her arms loosely across her chest, looking a bit confused. "So you wound up in an old hat before?"

She is not all the way up on her phrases lately.

"Clementine. Nice helmet."

Peter laughs a bit, not at Rafe, but... he doesn't get much of a chance to talk to people in the suit. He's always zooming off somewhere, and it's strange almost to get the attention and this belief in him just for being Spider-man. It's not a bad strange at all. He remembers shortly after he started out, people would flip out over him, and he let it get to his head.

He tries not to do that anymore, but this is pretty cool.

Spider-man nods several times. "Good. I worked really hard for that cred, and they threaten to take it away from me like every other month," he says with a smirk.

Not that Rafe can see but y'know. The smirk is in the voice.

He laughs a bit cause the confidence in him is kind of reassuring. "The Vulture," Peter says sounding about as /done/ with the whole business as one can sound.

"Have you seen a lot of magic?"

Clementine asks this while folding her arms across her chest, lifting her head up to look at him. He sounds like he is talking from experience, and if he is, she wants in on that, okay? Like no one should be leaving her out of the magic... information stuff.

She nods at the question.

"Okay! I'll be right back," she says, heading off to the room which is marked off nicely so she can wipe her face of zombie blood which is a thing she is very used to. She comes back out after a moment, adjusting her hat a bit. "Ready!"

Clementine has been here long enough!!! Except she never wants to go back through the door, because there are Walkers. Walkers are the worst. They're dead people who bite living people and turn them into their meals/more Walkers so she prefers the ship.

Her mouth drops open when she sees Rebekah enter the room.

"...wow, that is pretty."

The flapper outfit. She has never seen anything like it before.

"Oh, God," Bonnie says, which is her reaction to that song being played.

She'll just slowly move over toward the other girls with that shot glass in hand still, because suddenly the whole room goes dark, and when it comes back to light, there's that song still playing. Suddenly they're in a strip club.

And... now holograms will start dancing, removing their clothes (some are robots), but all their abs and all their clothing removal looks very, very real and incredibly sexy even if none of them are actually real.

NO REAL DUDES HERE, but they're all pretty damn gorgeous to look at.

To be fair Rebekah also eats people and turns them into meal -- she's just a little less mindless about it.

Still, she smiles a little at the young girl's words.

"Thank you."

"No, of course it isn't."

But that doesn't stop her from wishing it could be, for indulging in that wishful side of herself that knows for a fact that sometimes the impossible happens. Sometimes, you get what you want whether it's a quick trip home or not dying because someone's gun went off in your family's diner.

"You don't seem too bothered by that."

Very, very dangerous. If what the FBI learned about Max in the white room got out, it would be the end for them. All of them. Not just the royal four, but her, Maria, and Alex, too. Even Kyle and Sheriff Valenti. All their names were on that list, Topolsky had said so and she believed it. Nasedo was supposed to be doing something about that, but she had the sinking feeling that it would never be over. Which is why the truth would always be told in the form of a lie with the real story buried forever, hidden from everyone.

It would never be truly safe for them. Safe was relative to have careful you were, how much distance you put between those secrets and yourself.

The middle of the ocean was a good distance from Roswell, at the very least. Upside? Not really. Not by a long shot.

"No scientific explanation for it means there's no pattern to follow. The appearances are random, no telltale warning sings that someone's about to pop up?"

There's been dozens of times over the past year where being lied to would've been easier, where saying lie to me would've kept her safe and happy, free of the sort of burdens no high school sophomore should ever be expected to bear. Lying was easy, but it was also cowardly. Telling the truth took guts, and even though there was a part of her that regretting learning the truth about the trio of aliens at her high school, what Max did had taken an outstanding amount of bravery. He put his life in danger for her, told her a truth that she could've easily taken to Valenti before Kyle's dad joined their side — Max's side. A side she was no longer on because she'd declared herself neutral. Switzerland.

It hurt to think about what he'd done for her, because it no longer mattered as long as Tess was in the picture and shouldn't matter, because she was getting back to being normal.

Liz rises to her feet, still clutching her large, obviously dated cell phone in her hands. "I don't think either would be very reassuring right now. It just isn't a reassuring situation, you know? Portals you can't see — or at least, what I assume was a portal. Otherwise, it's a phasing thing, and I don't— It's just not something you can easily tell someone to calm down from. You're not where you're supposed to be and that's going to suck regardless of whether most go home or not, y'know?"

Logan can appreciate straight and to the point. He isn't the best at small talk at all, and he has felt a bit cooped up on this ship being here as long as he has. It means he is more tense than he would be if he could go into the woods or get into the wilderness.

"Not so far as I've been able to figure out," he says, and he has made attempts to, but answers aren't easy to find and the ones that can be found can't be trusted. "No name, no destination. Nothin."

It's a ship in the middle of an ocean that no one recognizes, that has never seen land as far as anyone knows.

Logan smirks a bit at the suggestion. "Like the way you think," he says, inclining his head in her direction before he starts walking away from the railing, hopefully toward the nearest bar.

She flashes him a grin as she falls into step beside him. "I have my moments, I suppose. So. What do you do at home? For a living."

It seems only fair to ask, since she'd told him all about being a military nurse in space.

"Home's not that great."

Understatement of the year, honestly, but Tyler isn't about to go into details with someone he doesn't know. He's not that open of a person, probably never would be.

It is precisely why Rafe is thinking that he's pretty lucky right about now. It's not many people that have a chance to meet Spider-man up close, much less have a sustained conversation with him. Spidey is always needed elsewhere, after all. Rafe kind of wonders how he even has time to do things like eat and sleep when there are dangers all over and he's always off to the rescue.

Maybe he doesn't need sleep.

"If anything I think it helps with your cred once you take 'em down," Rafe says with a grin 'cause yeah, the confidence in Spider-man is strong in this one.

"Oh." Rafe makes a face. Vulture? What kind of super villain names are there now, these days? "He sounds like a blast and a half."

Except no, not really.

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