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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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He's not so good at the plan part. His last "plan" nearly got himself killed in New Orleans -- truth be told Klaus had been a little right in that part of him almost had hoped the Original would just get it over with and kill him.

At least if he was dead he was free.

"It's not your fault."

It's Klaus'. And his own. But he would never, ever blame his mother for what happened. He knows if given a choice she'd never choose to leave him. But this wasn't a story about choice.

He'll figure it out. Or he'll find someone who will, someone he can trust. There is always a way, and nothing is perfect - even if she doesn't know anything about magic or balance or any of that. She just knows the stories of what people have overcome, and she knows that her son is a leader.

Even if he doesn't feel like it at the moment.

Eventually she pulls back, wanting to actually look at him, but it's not enough to leave touching distance. Her hands slide from his shoulders to cup his face gently, and she knows that she's a mess of tears and smeared make up, but for right now, she doesn't really care.

"But that doesn't matter. You're here, and he's not, and hopefully your door won't be opening anytime soon. We have time."

Because his door better be opening. She will not deal with the fact that her son is dead right now, so even if he is, he better lie to her.

(Kidding.)

( ... Probably not kidding.)

It's hard to feel it anymore, that there is a way out. It just feels endless, especially since he's going to live forever. He knows he has to find a way to keep going, but that's easier said than done, honestly.

(but he owes it to his mother to survive, he refuses to let her death be in vain)

His eyes flutter shut for a moment as she cups his face gently.

"What is this place anyway?"

It seems like maybe the time to finally ask that.

They would have gotten around to it eventually, probably. And honestly, the answer to that question is a little ridiculous, so she probably wouldn't have minded putting it off for as long as she could. Now, however, it seems like an ideal way to break the tension.

"It's ... a giant cruise ship."

Because really, that's what it is.

"Only we don't exactly seem to be going anywhere, we're just ... drifting."

Weird dreams are more than welcome as far as Caroline is concerned. Provided it's not some older vampire messing around with her dreams in which case, she was going to probably kill something when she woke up. Other than that, if this is a dream where her subconscious wants her and Bonnie stuck on a cruise ship for some reason?

Well, no one ever said Caroline's brain made sense.

She follows Bonnie around until they manage to find the Birthday Place, and Caroline stares up at the sign for a moment. "That's ... convenient." She pauses before she lets herself be pulled inside. "Do places like this show up often?"

Ethan smiles sideways at her, stopping just in front of the deck chairs which he helps her to sit down in one, not really letting go of her until he can see she is steady in her seat. Then he pulls back slowly.

"Well, I moved around quite a bit when I was a kid which is where the British accent comes from, but I considered Chicago to be my home once my family moved there." Which was then destroyed and he isn't entirely sure where he ended up after that. He was with his brothers trying to figure that out when... sudden cruise ship.

"A cruise ship?"

He pulls away to give her a skeptical sort of look at that. Sorry, but it's a little hard to believe, all things considered. He's seeing his mother for the first time since she died and it's on a cruise ship?

Tyler's heard a lot of strange, weird things in his life -- this might be one of the weirdest.

Logan lifts his eyebrows a bit. He can't remember the last time someone felt it was a pleasure to meet him, but he's not... really spent much time in polite society in... awhile.

The whole idea of being up in space is really unsettling to him. He can't even fly without feeling severely uncomfortable, but he likes the ground under his feet, needs the senses that come with having dirt under him and air around him. He swallows, trying to imagine 2259. He'd probably still be alive then. Nothing seems to kill him.

"...and I'm over two hundred years in the past. This sort of thing's not in any museum, it's floating around in the ocean where-- when-" (he makes a slight face) "I'm from. Just usually filled with more people."

Damon turns when he hears the voice, lifting up an eyebrow at the sound. So it is not a totally empty cruise ship, there appears to be a tiny blond teenager who has information. He needs information so it is enough reason to stop him in his tracks for now.

"...are you making a map? Because if there's a direct route on how the hell to get off this ghost ship, I'd really like to know that too. I'm good with drinking elaborate, ruse-y booze."

There are worse things to drink and many ways this ship could kill him if it can apparently grab him mid walking, but he will keep his booze.

"I have no idea. I only just got here myself," Bonnie says, and if this weren't a dream, she might be more suspicious, but it is definitely a dream. This is what she has convinced herself. She's very recently had to believe in vampires and witches and the fact that she is a witch, and mysterious cruise ships that can kidnap you? It might be going a step beyond what she is capable of wrapping her head around just yet.

Inside of the birthday place, there is a seemingly empty room with white walls and a dull carpet, which doesn't look all that celebrator-y which is why Bonnie is making a frown-y face until she notices the panel on the side. "Look at that."

It is a panel in wood with several buttons.

PRESS BUTTON FOR: 1) Children's Birthday 2) Drunk Birthday 3) Sexy Birthday 4) Themed Birthday 5) Pool Party 6) Dance Party

Bonnie shrugs a bit and then presses down on the Drunk Birthday button. It's a dream. The worst that will happen is she wakes up abruptly, right? And then the lights go out. There's a whirring noise, sounds like construction work

And then the lights go on again immediately. The room now looks like a bar. There's a jukebox, a pool table, darts board, low lighting, and of course, there's alcohol (a lot of alcohol) lined up behind the bar to be chosen from. "...wow."

As the party room comes to life in front of her, she can't help but be curious. Being a vampire, apparently, has killed a lot of her self preservation instinct. All the same, she's fairly certain that this isn't going to kill her. There may be an idle thought about what may happen if she hits both buttons at the same time, but for now, she'll settle with a "Drunk Birthday."

"Tell me about it," she says with a nod, before starting to shed her jacket and make her way inside. "I wonder if the jukebox works."

Caroline, this is beautiful curiosity indeed.

The jukebox does in fact work very well, and there are coins stacked on the tables near it. It has the birthday girl's favorite music in it as well as one entire page of different variations on the song "Happy Birthday".

"I'll fix us some drinks, and then after we're drunk enough we can try more buttons," Bonnie says with a tiny smirk. "It's too bad Elena isn't here... even if this is a dream." The three of them should get to celebrate the day, celebrate Caroline together.

One day Logan will be able to stop reacting suspiciously to anyone who happens to be on the cruise ship too. That day is not today, and he happens upon the woman in the ballroom who is speaking to the staff, having them move things here or there.

He lifts an eyebrow at her. There's a beer in his hand cause he feels the alcohol is helpful in a place like this, and his arms are lightly folded across his chest.

"You in charge or are you just good at giving orders?"

"Chicago's a great city-- thank you." That's for helping her settle onto the chair. She closes her eyes a few long moments, steadying herself.

Waiting, quite honestly, to make sure she's not about to throw up again.

"My dad grew up there. I've never been. Never been on a cruise ship before either. You?"

Ethan nods with a tiny smile at the thank you. He is just glad that she is not gripping to the railing of the ship anymore, looking like she might fall over the side at any moment.

He glances down before he looks back up at her with a tiny smile.

"I have... been on this ship before honestly, but I didn't think I'd come back to it, and I didn't stay very long the first time that I was here," he says. "The first time I mostly stared at the door until it let me go back to where I came from."

This is Christine Chapel. Logan's about two hundred years too early to understand what a fine southern woman Starfleet's got on her flagship, full of manners and good grace to go along with her keen medical mind and nerves of steel. Everyone's a pleasure to meet until they prove otherwise.

"Well, goodness. We're just being kidnapped from all over." It's not a good sign. It's a sign that whatever it is, it's powerful.

Logan lifts his eyebrows even further at what she says before he laughs softly. Mostly because, it's not a reaction that he expects at all, and he likes that she is someone that will still Well, goodness despite this kidnapping and everything else that goes with it.

"We are," he agrees, and then he shifts on his feet as he looks at her. It's possible he's asking this just to distract them booth from the confusion of this place. Hard to tell, overall. "But you're from space. You like being in space?"

The whole idea is still very disconcerting to him.

"Yeah, it is." Caroline frowns as she makes her way over to the jukebox and starts flipping through the pages of songs. "It doesn't feel the same without her."

Just like it didn't feel the same without Bonnie. The three of them, together again? It would have been perfect.

She pages through the songs some more, before she settles on an old rock song with a number of high guitar riffs, and she makes her back to the bar, bobbing her head in time to the music. "The jukebox is awesome though."

"More of the latter. I'm just trying to organize a bit for the event tonight." Because there's always an event. She's Carol Lockwood. And right now she's studying Logan like she's trying to size him up for something. The beer would have to go somewhere else but otherwise ...

"Are you busy?"

Yeah, it's pretty weird. Her face says as much and she slides an arm around his shoulders before leading the way out of the ballroom and onto the deck. As they walk out the doors, the expanse of the ocean opens beneath them.

"I know. It's weird. But it's ... not that bad, once you get used to it."

"No. Just ... taking notes."

She glances back to him again, trying to see what exactly it is she's dealing with, before she goes any further. His aura is shattered, fractured, but it's the color that gets to her. It's red, but deeper and darker than any druid she had ever seen and it gets under her skin, but she keeps her face calm. She's always been good at that.

"The only way off the ship is through your door." Which is why Zoe never goes near hers. She likes it here. But she'll push up from her seat and gestures for him to follow. "Come on. I'll show you where the bar is."

"Event?" When did a ghost ship start throwing events? He'd be more confused about this if he didn't notice how she seemed to be sizing him up, and then-- He narrows his gaze a bit, clutching to the bottle of beer.

"...don't even think about it." No, he is not busy at all. Ahem.

Seeing the ocean definitely helps...solidify the reality of the situation, but it doesn't make it less strange to him.

"I guess it could be worse."

His mother is here -- he could really care less where here exactly is at the moment, honestly.

"...Notes? How big is this place?"

Damon lifts his eyebrows, but well if it is a cruise ship, there are probably hundreds of stores.

He grimaces, because he'd been afraid of that. Unliving for the rest of eternity on a cruise ship isn't his idea of a good time, but if there's booze and music and people to dance with, he'll make do. Damon smirks that smirk of his, inclining his head in the direction she's headed. "After you."

The surprise is met with an almost apologetic grimace. Danny's steps are usually quiet. It was a deliberate choice, until he barely had to think about it. Now he is just a soundless thing, and he doesn't always come without warning.

A frown creases on his forehead, though there is something reassuring and steady about her that puts him at ease.

"How long have you been here?"

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idk why this idea amused me so much :x

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you brought this upon yourself

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LMFAO omg i love it

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