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[crescents]

[ Things you need to know before you ever, ever tag Sophie Wilder, in very particular order:

1.) She has two overprotective supernatural hunter brothers that look like they're built out of stone, one of whom you may have already seen sulking around the boat, destroying one sandbag at a time.

2.) She has an equally protective and at times ornery guardian angel.

3.) She may or may not also be in possession of an psychotic extremely morally questionable vampire ex-boyfriend. You thought Damon Salvatore was trouble.

You have been warned.

Anyhoo, she's going to end up exploring every inch of the boat; at the very least, as much of it as she can. Sophie is in the process of opening doors, curious to see what's inside the countless rooms making up one of the hallways. Each and every room has a different theme. Are you already in this room when she stumbles on it? Or do you get swept into the room along with her? Do you want to choose what this room contains or do you want to risk Ella picking for you?

We just don't know yet. ]

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[crescents]

[ sophie sighs. that's not exactly reassuring, but it's honest, and she could use honesty right about now. ]

That probably means I should find my own cabin and start getting comfy. [ she makes a face, though. 'cause she's not pleased by this turn of events, cool as the room exploring has been. ]

[zorro]

You probably should. [ that wasn't helpful. he knows that, frowning at his own lack of better advice. ]

You just got here, didn't you?

[crescents]

Yes. [ her voice is uncharacteristically soft and uncertain, almost despondent, really. the cheerfulness she usually exhibits isn't necessarily disingenuous, but she does often use it as an armor of sorts. ] I really need to get back, too. But I know it doesn't work that way.

[zorro]

It doesn't. Getting back works the same as getting here: Out of your control, and when you least expect it. Some people come and go, others seem to be stuck.

[ he's stuck. for now. don't ask him how he knows this. mamoru can't explain his abilities to anyone in spite of how freely some on this ship seem to be showcasing their own. it was different when you were a legit superhero in your own world with a secret identity to protect, nevermind the past life that made him so much more than just a seventeen-year-old with psychic powers. ]

[crescents]

There are no theories as to what's going on or ... even where we're headed? [ because the whole pick-a-room thing was interesting for a while, but the more sophie hears about how this all works, the more she finds it disconcerting. she has no powers like mamoru to boast of, and still she knows that much. ]

[zorro]

[ mamoru shakes his head slowly. ]

None that I've come across. Nobody seems to know why we're here or where we're going.