[party post] come sail away with me

[varymydays]

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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[themask]

This is not the first time Peter Parker has been on this side of a door in the weird, creepy, somehow functioning cruise ship in the giant body of water going to nowhere.

It is the first time that he has been here in full Spider-man outfit, swinging through the open door and crashing suddenly into a table that had been on the other side of the deck. He oofs as he lands in a heap along with the now broken table then gets to his feet, rushing back to the door.

"No, no, no, no, no! This is not happening!" He yanks at the door but it won't open. He yanks more, lifting himself up so his feet are on the frame of the door while the rest of him is trying to yank at the handle which does. not. budge. "C'mon, Spidey doesn't need a vacay in the middle of a big chase scene."

He lets out a noise of frustration, moving further back and shooting some of his webs at the door to try to yank on it that way. Do you stumble upon him as he tries relentlessly to open an obviously magically sealed shut door? Are you walking through the door when suddenly webs wrap around you? Have you been wondering where the hell you are and now there's a weird looking bug dude in spandex? Come one, come all!

[woundable]

"Spider-man?"

Rafe's voice has almost risen a few octaves, if only due to the sheer surprise that he is met with once he stumbles through the door. Unfortunately, no sooner has he been thrust inside, the door closes again, and good luck trying to get it to open, boys. It won't budge like it did when Peter was still struggling with it. Rafe may be used to the concept of rabbit holes and rifts, but this is something else entirely, and Spider-man is something else entirely. It's Spider-man. THAT SAYS IT ALL.

So just ... have an eighteen-year-old stare at you with wide starry eyes, Peter.

... Sorry. Sort of.

[all_thecavalry]

Lois Lane crashed through the rift, which turned into a door, and then turned into a cruise ship. If it weren't for the fact that she had Chicago to contend with earlier, she might have been a little more confused. For right now, she's just rolling with the punches. She hasn't lost her clothes (being a shapeshifter is complicated), lost her mind, or lost her lunch yet, so she's considering this a somewhat win.

Somewhat, because what she did lose is someone rather important. Aren't guardians supposed to be glued to the hips of their ward in times like this? Granted, Maxwell hasn't exactly been the most proactive guardian, but all the same, she does think this is a bit Odd.

Which is why she could upon a guy in a spandex suit, looking like he's being very frustrated with their door, she can't help but think that this is some kind of odd gift for her from the rift because if this is in fact Maxwell, she's never going to let him hear the end of it.

Ever.

"Please tell me you are not a quiet, bookish guardian with impressive taste in coffee." Coffee, in fact, happens to be the only thing they agree on. "Because if you are, we're really going to have to have a conversation about you and spandex."

look late is better than never.

[outgunned]

"Ow."

MJ Watson does not approve of being unceremoniously tossed through a door she never meant to step into, but that's exactly what happens. Not a second after she has been thrust into the cruise ship are webs wrapping around her like vines and making her twirl in place until she's brought to a halt almost directly in front of Peter. With the webs still wrapped around her, keeping her in place.

She only looks mildly aggravated. Confusion will come later.

"If you wanted to spend some quality time with me, tiger, all you had to do was say so."

Honestly.

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[consumes]

Damon just kissed Elena Gilbert, and she kissed him back (and then went inside and cut off Uncle John's fingers, but he doesn't know about that part). He may have failed at his attempt to do good by the little Gilbert, but all in all after the hell that has been the past half year waiting to spring Katherine lose when it turns out she didn't give a solitary fuck about him and had been free all this time? He could be doing a lot worse really.

Of course, as he walks away from the Gilbert house with Elena's (Katherine's lips) still over his, he is... suddenly on a boat. "Okay. This is... not normal."

Damon narrows his gaze as he stares at the nearly empty deck, makes note of the bar there by the pool. What are the chances the entire last how ever long have been a dream that he is still unfortunately stuck in?

"...I need a drink."

[anendlesswar]

"The bar is two decks up. I think."

A tiny blond glances up from the notepad she's writing in, and immediately glances away to avoid the headaches she normally gets from looking at people dead on. Cloudy auras are becoming a fact of life for her in a place like this and the splinters of people being shoved in from other worlds were only making things worse. But she has somewhat mastered the art of not looking at a person directly, but still making it seem like she's looking at them.

Or at least not ignoring them.

Zoe holds up her pencil, counting up the decks for a moment before nodding. "Yep. Two decks up. They have a pretty good selection."

There's a beat.

"Not that I'm actually drinking there. So who knows, it could all be terribly elaborate ruses and the booze may actually not be booze at all. Who knows?"

[serbian]

"Already one step ahead of you, my friend."

Damon isn't a friend. He's a veritable stranger, but Nikola is one step ahead of the other, unbeknownst to him, vampire. He's got a glass of chardonnay in one hand, a bottle of it in the other. He's far too civilized to demean himself by drinking straight out of the bottle. Even at his worst, he always finds a worthy, pristine glass to pour it into. The oenophile in him won't allow for anything less.

"The bar's that-a-way, in case you were wondering." With the bottle, he gestures back in the direction in whence way he came.

[believable]

"Famous last words."

Damon needing a drink isn't unheard of. Elena's surrounded by functioning alcoholic vampires, and she understands that for a lot of them, it helps to take the edge off. She can't decide if that's actually true, or something that works as some kind of placebo effect. Either way, the Boarding House boasts some of the more impressive collections she has ever seen, and undoubtedly Damon is pissed he has been taken away from that. Not that Elena is thinking of the Boarding House.

She's thinking of her Damon and the alcohol at the No Name Club.

"This is hardly the strangest thing that has ever happened to us," she adds practically. There was that time they got trapped in a sewer with ewoks.

And the carpet. There was also a magic carpet.

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[vampireboulevard]

A blond in stiletto heels strides her way onto the deck, walking like she owns the place, regardless of the fact that she is confused as hell. Caroline Forbes left hesitation at the door decades ago, and while she has no idea what's coming around that corner, she is pretty sure she can take them. She been wandering the world for over a century and a half and while that may be "baby" in terms of some vampires, most trouble she runs into isn't of the vampire variety.

She's mostly annoyed. It's her hundred and sixty-eighth birthday. She was going to meet up with Elena in New York City (it had just "reinvented itself") and go clubbing, but apparently, she is taking a sea cruise instead. It doesn't change the fact that she is dressed to kill, however, blond hair hanging straight against her shoulders, a white sparkly tank top under a leather jacket, skin tight leather pants, and a pair of killer heels.

She could have probably gotten laid tonight. Now she's lucky if she runs into Gilligan.

She huffs for a moment, scanning the deck in the search of something interesting to do, until she catches the sound of footsteps nearby. She tosses her hair, getting ready to put on her best "helpless blond" look. Maybe someone around can point her to the nearest way back to New York City.

She promises to ask nicely.

"Hello?" She frowns. "Is anyone there?"

[powertostand]

Bonnie has been on the cruise ship for awhile already. It's hard to keep track of time, but she is actually okay with this. Apparently, they go back to the same exact moment that they left, and she left wondering if she would regret helping to save Damon Salvatore's life if it can even be called that. It's still a question that she is struggling to answer so she's fine with being stuck on a cruise ship. Maybe she is having a really involved dream. Maybe this is some weird magic that she's yet to learn about.

It's the voice that she recognizes when she hasn't recognized anyone she's run into the whole time. She turns back, staring uncertainly.

"...Caroline? Is that you?"

[mynameischristine]

Alternate universes are kind of old hat where Christine Chapel comes from. Why, back home she's got two versions of the same good friend, one her contemporary and born of the same alternate timeline set in motion when his older, future self went and busted up their pasts.

(Apparently, where he's from? She was a blonde. She can't quite get her head around it.)

She knows all about how universes can co-exist, thanks to discovering she and everyone she knew were in one, or had been in one in the future, however you looked at it. Maybe that's why she takes appearing here in stride. One minute, she's leaving Dr. McCoy's office; the next, she's in a carpeted corridor of numbered rooms that looks like a hotel.

...But what's that odd sensation of motion?

It's a ship. Not like the Enterprise--an honest to goodness, real ship that really sails on the real ocean. They'd already been a relic of the past, limping their way into obscurity when she was a kid in Saigon and New Orleans; by the time she got to San Francisco and the Academy they were a novelty.

She can't get back through the door, she's tried. Eventually she finds the deck and a deck chair to perch on, smoothing down the rather short skirt of her uniform dress before sitting. There's not much she can do until some real help arrives, or some more information presents itself.

Why not just watch the ocean go by? It's not a chance she'd have otherwise.

[uncompliant]

Not everyone is so calmly dealing with the fact that they are now on a ship and should relax, enjoy the view while they can.

Wolverine is not happy. With the number of times, the government has tried to fuck with him, he is not going to be happy anytime soon, and he is rushing down the dock stopping just in front of Christine to growl as he looks over the edge of it. There's nothing but water all around, and the door doesn't open, and Wolverine doesn't appreciate being kidnapped.

THIS IS NOT OKAY.

The answers he got from the weird holograms he couldn't slice open because they weren't real are not answers that he enjoys. He turns suddenly toward her, and he is all muscle and just controlled animal instinct.

"Let me guess, you came through the big, stupid door too."

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[makespaperplanes]

It's just another normal day at Princeton-Plainsboro, well as normal as one could get working under House. One thing Martha's learned for sure under her curmudgeon of a boss is that nothing is ever normal. She doesn't mind it so much; the variety and complexities of her job are almost refreshing. Almost. Martha's on her way to the office when things don't go according to plan. As she pushes the door open to step inside the office, her scenery changes, and she steps not into the too-warm room, but out onto a breezy deck of a ship.

The door soon snaps shut behind her, and she's stood alone on the deck, staring with huge eyes. "Oh.."

A few moments pass like this until she finally sees the sense to turn right back around and try the door she's just passed through.

The handle won't turn.

She tries again, quickly starting to get flustered, but the door won't give. Instead, she opts for hastily rapping at the wood as she simletaneously attempts the handle. But it doesn't work for her. She's not sure what to think, but she knows she doesn't want to play this game - whatever game that is, anyway.

"Hello? Anyone? Can-- can someone-- uhh, open the door!" she calls, "... please?"

[wrongkid]

Jason Dilaurentis winces from where he is standing. The first time that he fell through, he did that over and over again. The first time he fell through, he also thought that he had been on a really bad trip, but now he's here a second time after he's been long since sober... and well. This place is either real or he is just someone that hallucinates randomly. He can't really figure which idea is more appealing to him.

"It won't open," he offers from where he is standing, leaning against the wall with his hands slid into the pockets of the jacket that he is wearing. It's warm, hot even here, but he hasn't taken the jacket off yet as if he's afraid to lose it. "If it's locked, I mean, it'll only open up when it wants to, and it probably won't be any time soon either."

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[wemadeit]

The fact that she's trapped in the inbetween hasn't quite sunk in yet for a certain young Angel of Death. She's only sixteen, she's still learning about the bigger picture in the world. Or, worlds, rather.

All Helen knows is she's on a boat. A huge boat.

And it's so cool!

She still hasn't left the deck, and she's been here a good two hours. She's spent her time rushing madly about the entire length of the ship, nothing but a blur of tawny brown feathers and bright red curls. She's probably not looking where she's going, but there doesn't seem to be anyone else on the ship - no one out here anyway.

Alternately, she can be found up on the railings, leaning over them to stare at the ocean below. Someone should probably ask her to come down before she falls in.

[normalguy]

Peter Parker blinks from where he is standing on the ship. He never did end up being able to go through the door (at least not yet) so he eventually changed out of the Spider-man suit and now-- now there is someone who is leaning over the railing with wings.

He opens his mouth to ask about the wings because the scientist in him is like are those real?, and the hero in him is like don't fall, please. "Uh, hey, you might want to take a step back from there. It's not safe unless the wings mean you can fly but they don't really look proportionate... to... allow actual flight. Maybe soaring but nothing really... beyond that, uh, so if you could... come back to this side..."

[nastypieceofwork]

At least, as kidnappings to other worlds go, these he doesn't mind so much.

It's maybe his fourth time waking up in the now-familiar stateroom. He'd exhausted himself trying to get back the first time; by now he knows better. A vacation's a vacation, no matter how haphazard and enforced.

He dresses leisurely, lighting a cigarette as he heads for the door. It's still dangling from the corner of his mouth as he leaves his room, closing the door behind himself.

He still hasn't worked out why this keeps happening, or how. May as well have a drink and enjoy himself, see what this visit has to offer.

[claroscuro]

We hope you don't mind tiny witches, Constantine.

Mireya is definitely too young to be having a drink, but seeing as how this is the first time she has ended up in a ghost cruise ship with no way back home (at least, not one she has found -- not even her magic is working on the door), she has decided she has earned her glass of fancy red wine. Besides, she might technically not even be in the States anymore. If this was Europe, she could totally have some freely. She straightens when she sees the old dude (sorry, Constantine, you are old to Mireya) step in, warily eying him from her vantage point.

"I'm armed," she blurts out before she can think of it any further. If she was armed -- which she is not -- the smartest thing would be to not announce it to the world, or a potential ghost captain that has trapped them all here for ... what, exactly?

Miri is more bravado than is good for her sometimes.

[gotbottle]

Look out below--someone's heaving over one of the railings.

Rachel's not sure if she's actually green. She feels green; it seems that if there were ever a state of being that was actually green, it would be the godawful way she feels right now. Seasickness is a bitch, doubly so when you weren't expecting it.

But then, you'd have to expect to be on a ship to foresee getting seasick, and an ocean voyage wasn't on her agenda for the day. She can't go back, the door won't let her back through. So instead it's a white-knuckled grip on the rail and a deep breath in, eyes squeezed shut, and a prayer she won't see more of her breakfast come up again just yet.

[eluding]

Ethan thought the first time he ended up on the cruise ship that it was clearly a sign that he'd fallen into one of those rabbit holes that people were talking about in Chicago, a rift thing. Except now he is far away from Chicago which was destroyed, he's somehow ended up on the very same creepy, ghost cruise ship, he really doesn't understand anymore where he is or why.

He winces sympathetically when he sees the woman gripping to the railing like that. The first time he was on this ship, he was not a big fan of the being on a ship in the middle of the sea feeling. "I'd ask if you were okay, but that seems like an incredibly stupid question to ask so instead I'll ask, can I get you anything?"

[breakingout]

"Someone want to tell me where the hell I am?" Jenny has a gun, and she is not really afraid to use it, grasping the handle of it between her palm. She doesn't think she can be blamed for having this gun. When she was a kid, a demon stole her and her sister for a little while, made them forget who the hell they were, and then dropped them back on the street like it was nothing. Then she had another demon in her head, making her forget things, making her think and feel things that she didn't want to feel.

Now suddenly, she's in a damn cruise ship against her will. This is not what she'd expect out of a demon, but she's not at the place where she feels comfy letting her guard down.

[fissures]

"If I knew, I would tell you."

Danny's voice comes quietly from off the side. His arms are folded, and he is unarmed. What weapons he carried with him did not make it through as soon as he stepped in. He feels odd without one, as though he has misplaced a limb. His gun has been an extension of him for a very long time. Demons are the sort of thing he hunts, but his demons and Jenny's might be different.

His posture isn't threatening, though he's a big dude.

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[mayoralty]

So apparently the afterlife was a cruise ship.

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 ... "

[lockwood]

It had been his first night back in the Lockwood mansion (thanks, Rebekah) and Tyler had done his fair share of drinking when he stumbles to get off the couch to go use the bathroom (yes, hybrids pee). But when he opens the door he doesn't enter the bathroom at all.

Where he stumbles into is a ballroom -- which is he so not dressed for. He thinks briefly to himself that his mother would kill him for being someplace so nice in basically just his sleep wear. The thought makes his heart ache a little but not as much as it does when he hears that familiar voice.

He focuses his hearing. He has to be dreaming. It can't be. She's -- she's dead. Because he couldn't save her. Because of Klaus. Because of him. Any confusion or anything else he might be feeling about the situation stops dead in that moment because he's turning around, scanning the area until finally he spots her.

His mother.

Tyler's never been one to show how much things affect him if he can help it and yet in that moment he can't blink back the tears threatening his eyes. Nor can he stop himself before he's coming up to her, throwing his arms around her tightly

Sorry person she was talking to. Except her's not sorry at all.

Give him a moment or two and he might even find words.

If this is a dream he doesn't want to wake up.

[ohstarryeyed]

Chicago was burning. It was disappearing before her eyes, burning and dissolving into nothing. In a way, Cassie felt glad she was leaving Chicago behind.

She had lived in the city for over three years, and while it was her home, it was a home of hurt and bad memories. She’d been through so much, too much. She had been almost killed at the hands of a man she thought could be a friend, tortured by an angel when she found herself a guinea pig for his experiments, been caught up in various disasters and then there had been so many people she’d lost. There were countless that had simply disappeared, but some of them she wouldn’t forget. Sometimes it was easier when they disappeared, it still hurt – but maybe it hurt less when she remembered the violence that fell upon her other friends: Robin, Dan, Iris, Elizabeth.
Chicago had been a city that had worn her down, pushed her to breaking point time and time again. Cassie knew she wasn’t the girl she was three years ago any more, but she knew she was still just a girl and there was only so much she could take.

The end of the world meant a new beginning.

But when she finds herself on the deck of a huge ship, she's left panicking. She's alone. She didn't realise it would happen so fast, she thought she had a little more time.

She spends over an hour pacing that deck, lugging what little possessions she has on her up and down - not really sure what to do with herself. When she can't pace any more, she sits down on by the edge of the ship, legs dangling over and her arms and chin resting on the railings. She really wants some booze, but she doesn't think she can drink.

Her stomach's starting to churn a bit too. Cassie's not sure if it's the shock of what's just happened, or if she has sea-sickness. She's never even been on a boat before.

[shellbreaker]

Mark does not know how he ended up staring at the end of the world, staring at science at work. He has been studying Rifts for so long, and while he may be a marshmallow about some things, there was always this dread and fear in the back of his mind. He knew the world ending this way was a possibility, but he never thought it would happen so soon or even in his lifetime. The increase in the Rift activity across the world was impossible to predict until-- until the end which they all knew was coming. He still hasn't-- There is still a certain level of shock that spreads over his chest in those final moments. It's like being in the aftermath of something to terrible to wrap his head around (it is exactly what it is, and he knows people are dying out in the city, maybe people he loves even, which is scary and makes him want to fight), and then... then he is on a cruise ship.

He recognizes it immediately for what it is by the long deck that he steps out on even if he is completely confused as to how or why. Mark turns back behind him to see a door, and not a Rift, if he were at wherever he's supposed to go, he'd-- there would be a Rift behind him and not a door. He shouldn't be alone here. This isn't the world he fell into, is it? Is it the afterlife? Did he die without realizing it? Mark swallows thickly past the lump of emotion in his throat. He starts down the deck on one side as if searching-- searching for the people he was trying to go through the Rifts with, the Crowbar when he catches sight of familiar blond hair that has him stopping in his tracks completely.

A part of him doesn't want to say her name out loud in case it turns out to not be her, and his chest aches a bit as he swallows thickly, moving forward as he finally manages words-- a word. Somehow. Her name, and his tone is filled with the emotion of it.

He never thought he'd see her again. Never, and it was one of the most heartbreaking things to him about the end of the world.

"Cassie?"

[eluding]

Ethan is struck between wanting to leave as soon as possible and never wanting to leave this place. He hasn't seen anyone he knows on it, but a cruise ship is largely preferable to what would be waiting for him on the other side of that door. Well, that is, assuming the cruise ship doesn't explode or turn into a horror cruise ship or that the cruise ship isn't leading them straight into hell or something like that. Everyone else that he has met who has been kidnapped too, they seem to be pretty good people at least, but he misses his brothers and he-- he really misses people that he will never, ever see again. He said goodbye to them for forever, for good when Chicago ended, because Rifts can lead anywhere but the likelihood of their leading to the same place is so tiny.

Ethan said goodbye to Elena when Chicago ended-- when the world ended, and he still isn't sure how-- how he managed to say the words or how either of them managed to walk away.

He is leaning against the railing, staring down into the water as it rushes by the ship. His hands grip hold of the metal at the side, and he releases a long breath. There is still plenty of this ship to explore, and he had his room with his name on it, but he finds he's constantly drifting back up to the deck, to the night sky (though sometimes it is day) with its stars twinkling, to the sound of the water rushing by. Once he saw dolphins swimming along the side of the ship too, they didn't look like any kind of dolphins he's seen before (neon in color, glowing like they were radioactive), but he keeps coming back, hoping to see them again.

[believable]

"There you are."

Elena has lost track of the amount of time she has been on this ship. Long enough to thoroughly and properly celebrate the birthday of one Caroline Forbes along with Bonnie Bennett. She hasn't panicked, because -- well, if anyone has had experience with rabbit holes by now, it's Elena Gilbert, and she has more or less told herself this experience is similar, and eventually, she will be led back to where she came from. Where she came from is Chicago, in a world that hasn't ended, and she'd only just seen Ethan moments before she was pulled into the ship.

That may have something to do with why she doesn't look stricken or shocked to see him. She looks relieved and almost expectant, though not without some of her concern, since this is unlike any rabbit hole she has found herself in. It is with that relief she picks up her pace and makes her way over to him, sliding her arms around his neck and kissing him softly with that relief before she hugs him properly. "I was beginning to think it'd only taken me," Elena says, and when she pulls back, she gives him a once over. "Are you okay?"

[shorthair]

Clementine has had a really hard day. She got separated from Christa when a group of people came to try to steal their stuff. She found a dog but the dog bit her when she finally managed to find a can of beans to eat. Everyone and everything is always so hungry, and she narrowly escaped from more walkers than she can count before she was found by a new group. A new group who didn't believe it was a dog who bit her so they locked her in the shed.

She had to sneak out, steal medical supplies from them, and clean and suture her own arm (clumsily, it's all a zig zag). Right before the smell of the blood attracted a walker to the hole she'd escaped through so she killed it, and it's the blood of the walker that is now covering her face as she holds her arm out. The shed door opens, and she is so angry and frustrated that she steps forward through it and says, "Still. not. bitten."

Except the door didn't lead to the outside of the house, it lead to... a ship? This is-- Not-- What? She... stares.

[woundable]

Rafe hasn't met too many people on the ship, but he can't say that any of them had been so young. It isn't how young she looks that stops Rafe in his tracks, though that alone would do it. No, it's the blood that is covering her face. Jesus, and she's talking about being or not being bitten. Even without the guardian in him, Rafe can be someone that is protective, and from what he is able to gather, this young girl is alone. Of course, Clementine is likely far more adept at taking care of herself than Rafe is at taking care of himself, but he does not know this yet. All he knows is there is a girl with blood on her face in a ship that has brought them here for god knows what reason, and he can't just walk past her.

"Bitten? What -- " Rafe cuts himself off, the concern is written all over his expression as he lowers himself down a bit. She doesn't look too hurt aside from her arm, so it may not even be her blood, but the sight of her has left an impression on him.

"What happened to you?"

[pastlives]

So.

This is not the barn.

It's the assumption that Audrey is currently working with and so far she thinks she's right. She doesn't know how the barn can go from endless white hallways to an endless cruise ship in that little amount of time. For the most part, Audrey is not even bothering to hide the confusion that laces her features, but as far as she can tell, she's managed to find herself somewhere completely different and completely new. At the same time, it begs two questions:

1) If this isn't the barn, where the hell is she?
2) If this isn't the barn, what the hell is happening to Haven?

Suppressing the wave of nauseating panic that if she's no in the barn, Haven (her home) may be about to be smashed into a oblivion by a meteor shower that she is supposed to be stopping. She was ready to give up everything, even the identity that she has somewhat come to call her own, in order to protect it, but what does this mean, now that she's here?

What kind of game is her handler playing?

Currently, she's cautiously exploring, gun out at her side. Given that anything could be waiting around any given corner, she's not exactly prone to taking too many chances at the moment. Most of the doors to the rooms are obvious declarations of what's within, but when she comes to a door that's fairly plain looking, her curiosity gets the better of her. Raising her weapon so that she can fire quickly if need be (you never know with places like this), she reaches slowly for the door knob and starts to pull the door open.

On the plus side, no vicious man eating monster.

On the other hand, when the door does become fully open, Audrey suddenly finds herself splattered by something warm and wet and smelling vaguely of banana creme. She stumbles back a few steps the the mechanical laughter of whatever machine happens to be wedged inside, followed by the door to the room slamming hard. This leaves her standing in the middle of the deck, covered from head to toe in banana cream pies, and looking so confused - or she would be if it weren't for the pie tin in her face.

Slowly, she peels it off and runs a hand down her face to try and clear off some of the excess. "You gotta be kidding me."

Needless to say, Audrey Parker is having a day.

[themask]

It is time for Peter Parker to try the door again.

He is really tired of wearing spandex, but he can't take off the spandex, because if the door decides to be unlocked for a brief moment and he isn't in his suit? Peter could be pulled through mid chase scene and reveal his secret identity while falling on to the street and becoming a Peter-Parker pancake after a semi runs him down.

Not his idea of a good plan.

He is not expecting to run into someone that is....covered in pies? It looks like it is pies, smells like it too.

"...is there an evil clown running around here that I don't know about? Because I've seen a lot but that creeps even me out."

Don't mind the guy in spandex walking around, Audrey. /Salutes!

[easily]

Rebekah was on a train. Or she had been.

She had been making her way out of the suite she shared with Stefan and then suddenly -- she was on a boat. Like on the deck to be specific. She looks rather out of place in her 1920s flapper outfit but at least after Chicago and the Rifts she's a little old hat at this.

She looks around, trying to get a sense out of the place, or at least the time of it. She keeps bouncing around times with these Rifts and it's getting a little frustrating, to say the least. She's also keeping an eye out for a person -- a particularly muppet faced someone for that matter.

The idea that the Rift might of separated them isn't something she is willing to consider.

[directives]

Everything looks ancient to a woman from the 24th Century, not just Rebekah's gown. A prom dress from 2014 would appear just as archaic and out of place to her. Kathryn isn't muppet-faced, but she's someone with experience in bouncing around times under her belt. That recent trip to 1996 was still giving her headaches.

Time travel, a starship captain's worst nightmare.

Corners ought to make it onto that list, for the captain nearly collides with Rebekah when she rounds one, eyes glued to the readings on her tricorder instead of where she's going. Even captains make the mistake of not watching the road from time to time.

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[directives]

From the bridge of one ship to the deck of another. Kathryn's no stranger to being uprooted without warning, but this is certainly a new one — or one of Tom and Harry's latest creations. A cruise to go along with Neelix's Paxau Resort program. It's entirely possible she zoned out and missed her legs carrying her from Deck 1 all the way down to Deck 6, considering she's been awake for the past forty-eight hours, running on little sleep and a lot of coffee. Par for the course, but explanation enough as to why she's suddenly strolling through the holodeck when she swore she was just on the bridge.

But things are never that simple, and it soon becomes apparent that this isn't a holoprogram. The computer isn't responding, none of her command overrides are working, and the walls aren't pulling apart to reveal the hologrid behind them. And worst of all, nobody was responding to her attempts to reach the bridge or anyone else on the ship. Which meant she wasn't on the holdeck; and if she wasn't on the holodeck, then she wasn't on her ship.

Which is why the uniform-clad redhead peering over the side of the ship looked as if she were about to pitch the nearest person overboard.

[uncompliant]

Logan approaches with caution. While there is damn near nothing that can kill him and it'd be damn near impossible to pitch him overboard (all that adamantium grafted to his skeleton makes him really fucking heavy), he knows better than to further piss off a woman who looks like she wouldn't hesitate to give him a piece of her mind. It's not like he can blame her for looking like she's about to do violence after all. He went running down the deck his first day here, looking for something or someone to sink his claws into until answers came out.

This wasn't a very effective technique at all (and no one was surprised).

"You new or is there some other reason you look like you want to throw someone overboard?"

It's a valid question.

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[crashdown]

She's dreaming. She fell asleep at her desk and this is her subconscious telling her that she should've stayed in Florida and gone on a cruise instead of heading back to Roswell before school started. All because she bumped into Max Evans, because bumping into him has thrown her plan of attack all out of whack. Liz had it all clearly outlined with her internship, her classes, her goals, the scholarships she was eying and the corresponding essays she was already planning on writing. Bumping in to Max was not on that outline, he wasn't even a sub-point to any of those bullets. He was part of some whimsical notion that amazing things happened to normal people, a poorly thought out rough draft that had already been balled up and tossed in the trash months ago.

Dreaming or not dreaming, at least she's not dreaming of Max. That would only be adding insult to injury, and she was through with being hurt and pushed aside.

Though apparently not when it came to being messed with for reasons that were beyond her, because it's quickly becoming apparent that this isn't a dream. (Mindwarp? No, Tess couldn't hold it together for this long and it's been hours.) She's on a boat in the middle of the ocean and she's not dreaming. She's not in Roswell, she's not at her desk, she's not filing those folders Congresswoman Whitaker had left for her to take care of, not locking up the offices on her way out—

"This isn't happening." Denial is strong with this one. Sometimes. A realist with a dreamer's denial streak. "This can't be happening."

Not again. It was supposed to be over, the crazy part of her life. No more aliens or FBI agents, no more running, hiding, and being scared all the time.

Slumping down against one of the walls just outside the changing room near the pool, Liz pulls out her cellphone and tries to dial home for what has to be the millionth time, but nobody answers. Not the Crashdown, not her parents, not Maria, Alex, or Kyle — not even Max, whose number she dialed in a last ditch effort to raise someone. Anyone.

He doesn't answer.

"...this is really happening."

[aleksandar]

It's not every day you can say you've experienced the end of a world.

This isn't to say Alek is necessarily proud of the fact. If he'd had a choice in the matter, there wouldn't have been an apocalypse to boast of. The rifts would've continued down their crazy path without making the entire universe collapse with it. He didn't necessarily understand all the scientific jargon being utilized in the broadcast prior to the event. All he knew was the rifts were at fault. They were the reason the world was eating itself from the inside out, and soon enough, it would be gone. The only home he'd ever known would be wiped along with it.

At the end of the day, he shouldn't have been surprised. Whether you're a good person or a bad person, something shitty is going to happen to you sooner or later.

(If Liz is a realist with a dreamer's denial streak, Alek is a fatalist with a dreamer's bruised disappointment.)

In some ways, if he's honest with himself, maybe he's relieved. The fact Chicago is nothing but a distant memory now means he doesn't have to confront the things he knew he lacked the bravery in confronting. It meant he and his brothers wouldn't have to keep running from their father and a destiny he never chose. Sometimes, in the dark of the night, Alek dreams of him. A howl that splits the moon in half and claws that sink right into his heart, but he never says this.

He has left it behind him.

"It's happening," a voice from behind her confirms. Alek is leaning across the opposite wall, his arms folded loosely across his chest. He's been watching Liz's argument with herself for some time now with some faint amusement that's very much inward. "If it helps, eventually you get sent back. Most of the time."

Not his first rodeo where kidnapping cruise ships are concerned.

for Elena now that I've officially decided this is BTR!Damon

[consumes]

Elena was yelling at him, and Damon was ignoring her. This is such a common scene between the two of them that it could have been any day at all. It wasn't any day though. It was the end of the world, and the reason she was yelling at him to stop is because Martha and Wes hadn't arrived yet. His driving through that Rift without listening (so she could live, so they could live) was going to cost her more people, more loss. They drove through all together the four of them, and somehow he ended up in the next world all by himself, all alone. He probably deserved it. No, he definitely deserved it.

But he lost it just the same (lost it), because-- because. This is Damon and that is Elena, and he loves her in a consuming way, because he never would have left her side unless it was to save her life. The Rifts had other ideas though, and whatever has happened in that other world (and is still happening and for how ever long that he has been there) (he doesn't like to think about either so chances are the answers aren't good ones), Damon isn't opening up about it here and now.

All he knows is... suddenly, suddenly he is on a ship and not where he had been before.

"...what the hell."

His voice is less questioning, more drawn out and flat. He is not completely against being somewhere else for once.

[believable]

Elena remembers the last time she saw Damon.

The shouting between them and the panic that clawed right at her throat; knowing what he was going to do moments before he went and did it. It's not as though she'd believed it was going to be different. Damon is going to put her above anyone else, and sometimes that would intoxicate her and then at other times -- most of the times, especially when it matters -- it honestly terrifies her. She knows Damon cared about Martha and Wes in his own way, knows that he cares about Sarah and Jeremy, but when it came down to it, he still drove them right through that rift despite her choice.

(It doesn't mean she wanted to lose him. He'd have never left her if he'd been given his own choice. She knows this; feels it. Needed that.)

She hears him before she sees him. It has honestly been a while since she has, but Elena doesn't need even a second to recognize his voice. Swiveling in place, her breath catches in her throat once her eyes finally land on him. She is brought to a stillness at the sight. One would think the resentment and the anger she had felt so strongly in that car would come rushing back, but it doesn't; at least, not in the beginning. Her eyes fill and her chest aches, all at once. All at once.

"Damon?" she breathes out, voice hitching a bit.