[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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[flack]

"I knew what I was getting into," he says gently, stilling in her walk until she gets a hold of herself again. He accepted the risks the minute he offered, and he'd rather help her than leave her to fend for herself. That's the kind of guy he is. "Just take your time. Whatever happens, I'll be okay."

[gotbottle]

"Thanks, Don. You're a hell of a nicer guy than the cops I'm used to back in L.A." She grins up at him; it's weak but the teasing intent is still there. "Better looking, too."

She needs to close her eyes again for a few moments, clutching his arm until she's sure she'll be all right. "Did I hear you right earlier: you said you had riot gear back in your room? You have a room?"

[flack]

Flack smirks a bit back at that. "See, the NYPD is much better equiped to serve the needs of their public. The fact that we're better looking is just an added bonus."

He can hear the intent and will play along. Frankly, he's just grateful she's not trying to chew him out. All the same, he nods as he turns to one of the doors next to him, rapping lightly on the door under the name plate.

"Apparently they're all assigned."

[gotbottle]

That's enough to get her attention, her investigative and inquisitive skills coming to bear.

"...They know our names?" She looks up at him. "That's... creepy, also there's no way this isn't deliberate if they know our names."

[flack]

He shrugs a bit. "I'll admit, I've run across a situation link this before, and it's not as though they were prepared for us." Which doesn't necessarily make this better or worse, really, just ... new. "Then again, the last place I was wasn't just grabbing people, and we didn't always stick around. Might not have felt the need for permanent accommodations."

[gotbottle]

"You've been through something like this before? Remind me to move to New York; you're not kidding, you guys really are better equipped to serve the public."

Though something tells her there's more to the story than that. He'd said the last place; it sounded like that wasn't New York after all.

"So what was the last place like?"

[flack]

He smirks a bit at the comment about the NYPD, before nodding. "It was a version of Chicago, but it was sitting on these holes in the universe. People would fall through them all the time, and get stuck there for a while. I was there for about three years."

[gotbottle]

"So you haven't been home in a long time." She gives his arm a sympathetic squeeze. "I'm sorry. That's gotta be rough."

She peers at the nameplate on the door again. "Is there a directory? Am I supposed to search the ship for my room?" And then, more teasing: "Did you happen to notice if a room near yours suddenly had a name on it?"

[flack]

He smirks a bit at that, before shrugging. "It actually wasn't far from where I got on. So if you remember what deck you were on before you started - " You know, yacking. " - That may be a good place to start."

[gotbottle]

"We might have to retrace our steps," she explains. "It wasn't far from where you found me at all. I could see the deck. That's why I ran there when I knew I was going to be sick."

[flack]

Flack nods, glancing back over his shoulder as he does. "Well, we haven't gone far. Once we see if there's anything for seasickness, we'll loop back around and see if we can find it."

[gotbottle]

"Sounds like a plan to me." She's grateful he found her; if she had to wind up on some creepy-ass cruise ship, at least she's in good hands.

"Are you a beat cop? Or have you made detective yet?"

[flack]

"Detective," he says with a nod. "Homicide. It's a rough job, but someone's gotta do it."

[gotbottle]

"You must've been one hell of a beat cop to make Detective so young at all, let alone Homicide." She's seen it--not as up close and personal as he and his colleagues, mind, but close enough to have an idea. He's right that it's a dirty job, a hard one.

[flack]

"I worked hard," he says with a bit of a shrug. "I knew what I wanted and I went for it." It also helped that Flacks are a legacy in the department, but he likes to think he earned his way up on his own.

[gotbottle]

"Good for you. Not enough people even know what they want in life, let alone have the determination to go get it."

The floor rolls slightly with the motion of the ship and she has to clutch his arm again. "...too bad that talent's wasted playing nursemaid. Sorry. I'll make this up to you."

[flack]

"I don't mind. I've seen worse reactions to this kind of thing, to be honest. At least you're not assaulting people." For better or for worse. "First time it happened to me, I pulled my weapon on some poor sap who didn't deserve it."

[gotbottle]

"I promise--we'll go for drinks some other time when I'm sure I can hold them down."

She looks up at him, still holding his arm. "So what happened there? Surprised at being here, someone startled you, instincts kicked in?"

[flack]

He nods a bit. "Something like that. Where I'm from originally, things like this? Don't happen all that often. But you learn to adjust after a while. Take things in stride. Sort of."

[gotbottle]

She can't imagine being here long enough to learn to take the place in stride.

To be fair, though, she wouldn't have imagined being here at all.

"It's a good attitude to have... Hey." She tugs on his arm. "My name's on that door."

[flack]

Flack stops, glancing over to the door in question and giving a bit of a shrug. "Wanna check it out?"

[gotbottle]

She nods, holding his arm just a little tighter.

"Yeah. I guess I should."

She's got a cop for backup, that makes her feel better about this.

[flack]

Flack does what cops do best and takes the lead, reaching for the door knob and easing the door open slowly. Once he has it open enough to see inside, he pokes his head in to check for any surprises, before pushing it open completely.

"Looks like everything's clear."

[gotbottle]

"That's good news."

She follows him in, taking a quick look around. Seems like your standard stateroom to her (not that she'd actually know, she's never been on a cruise ship before).

"Maybe I'll feel better if I just lie down for a while."

[flack]

Flack nods in agreement. Sleep does help with the queasiness sometimes. "Still want me to track down that Dramamine? It might help with the nausea when you wake up." Because there's a chance it'll still be there when she wakes up.