Not that Carol's complaining because it's better than some of the things she had drawn out for her in church every Sunday, but that doesn't make this afterlife any less ... final. And cruises were never her favorite vacation anyway.
All the same, it could have been worse. It could be somewhere where she couldn't drink.
(Don't judge her for it.)
It takes her some time to adjust to things, process what exactly happened - the fact that she's dead, the fact that Tyler is alone now. It isn't that she didn't know what she was doing when Klaus found her. Tyler living is the better option, by far. But that doesn't mean she doesn't miss him and worry about him all the same.
Eventually, however, she picks herself up. She makes herself useful and given that the ship is enormous she tries to organize small events to keep the fellow visitors busy. People come and go, doors open and close, but Carol's never does, but that's okay. She doesn't really want it to.
She's currently in one of the ballrooms, studying a set of tables that are being circled around by the staff. She's just having a small get-together, drinks, food, a chance for everyone to mingle with the uptick in people on the ship as of late. She drums her fingers against her chin for a moment before holding up her hand, taking a few steps closer to the staff member in question.
"No, no - try a little more to the left. We want to have some room to move ... "
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Not that Carol's complaining because it's better than some of the things she had drawn out for her in church every Sunday, but that doesn't make this afterlife any less ... final. And cruises were never her favorite vacation anyway.
All the same, it could have been worse. It could be somewhere where she couldn't drink.
(Don't judge her for it.)
It takes her some time to adjust to things, process what exactly happened - the fact that she's dead, the fact that Tyler is alone now. It isn't that she didn't know what she was doing when Klaus found her. Tyler living is the better option, by far. But that doesn't mean she doesn't miss him and worry about him all the same.
Eventually, however, she picks herself up. She makes herself useful and given that the ship is enormous she tries to organize small events to keep the fellow visitors busy. People come and go, doors open and close, but Carol's never does, but that's okay. She doesn't really want it to.
She's currently in one of the ballrooms, studying a set of tables that are being circled around by the staff. She's just having a small get-together, drinks, food, a chance for everyone to mingle with the uptick in people on the ship as of late. She drums her fingers against her chin for a moment before holding up her hand, taking a few steps closer to the staff member in question.
"No, no - try a little more to the left. We want to have some room to move ... "