[Helen's found this ship has a ton of stuff on it. Mostly parties, which are pretty damn cool - but she's probably too young for that kind of stuff. Her mom would kill her if she had anything to do with speed-dating. Probably Grandpa Fletch too, but they're not here.

Still.

But most importantly, there is one question still left unanswered, one that is probably the most important question of them all.]

soooooooooooooooooooooo~~~~~

has anyone found a ball pool yet?


OR. better yet. A BALL POOL ROOM.

:D?

BALL POOL PARTY, GUYS. :DDDDDDDDD

[It's taped into the journal somewhat haphazardly, as though it was for someone that it's clear wouldn't care about making sure that it's perfectly aligned. The picture has lines in it that showed that it was just printed recently, possibly by a printer that was running out of ink, but the picture is clear enough, at any rate.

You really can't mistake it for anything else.

Written under it, on an angle in sloppy handwriting, but by some miracle still legible:]

Do you think we'll have to shear you?


[This is technically supposed to be a private message to Alek Hale. But Ava is so invested in getting it to him that she ... may have forgotten to lock it.




W h o o p s.

Hi, boat. Do with this what you will.]

Speed Dating Event

So I am incredibly bored. [By bored, he means if he doesn't have something to occupy his mind at all times, he might actually lose his mind in things he doesn't want to and can't think about at all so bored. bored's an accurate enough sum up, right?] Clearly, the answer to this is to throw a little event for those who might want to participate. It is obviously not mandatory, and it will mostly be a party. I haven't thrown a party in a very long time, but I don't think I have lost the ability to do so. [or maybe this is a test of that, he doesn't really know.]

There will be delicious food made by yours truly! [hopefully still delicious, he hasn't made food for a lot of people in a very long time, but he returned to the kitchen before he disappeared, dragged through the door again]

There will be music, dancing, mingling, and talking!

And for those who'd like to, there will be speed dating. You sit at a table for five minutes, meet someone new, discuss things, get to know one another. Romance is not required. Make a friend, make a connection. Take the pressure off. Wear your fancy name tag with your preferences on it whether that's very specific preferences or none at all!

There will even be a table to share advice at whether it be romantic or otherwise if you want to give advice or if you need advice on wooing or what to use to get a particular stain out of your shirt or what have you. ;) It will be this weekend so if you're on the ship and want to stop by, feel free!

If you have any questions or any concerns, feel free to ask me them! I'm here all night while I plan out a menu. Also, I might make food while planning out a menu so there will be extra food in the main kitchen if anyone wants to eat anything.

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[Everyone on the ship, they'll find a magic journal in their room, and it is all attached to a magical network. People can write in it, and their name appears beside what they write. It is the best way that Clark knows to get across information to a wide number of people at once on this ship.

Some might not see the entry. Some will be out through the door in their own worlds at this time so they might miss out, but he believes everything has a purpose. Those that are meant to go on these trips, they'll be the ones that see the journal entry about it.]

You want answers to why the ship is here, why you're on it, and how to stop the door from sending you back some place you never want to return to. You want answers as to what brought you here and what the hell this place is. The answers are out there.

I know how to get them, but it won't be easy. Believe me, don't believe me. That's up to you. Don't have a lot to convince you that I'm telling the truth, but I am and I want these answers for my own reasons. Got questions of my own. All I know is my role is to lead the way. Don't have much else beyond that.

We're gonna need three teams of people, and I'm taking volunteers for each team.

One team will be with me, heading off ship to find the coordinates to where all the answers are at. This is the only team headed off of the ship. The unknown is certainly greater out there and so the risk is greater.

The second team will be with a different guide. They will be breaking into the bridge so that when the time comes, they'll get the call from team one and they'll be ready to key in those coordinates.

The final team will be with the last guide. They will be tasked with heading into the engine room to make the ship go the right speed to get there by adding some more heat to the fires making the steam that powers the ship ahead.

There are obstacles and danger that each team will face beyond what is apparent at face value. Even on this ship, there are traps set and dangers lurking. You just have to decide if the knowledge is worth it to you.

[The handwriting comes with the quick ease of someone who is used to journals of this nature - legible, but moving at a fairly even pace. It's one of the most comforting things about this place so far, that familiar way of keeping in touch with the rest of the community. Of the things they could have borrowed from Chicago? This was not a bad one.]

Why do I feel like I'm in the middle of a Lonely Island song? Enjoy getting that stuck in your head for the rest of the evening.

[She's not sorry. But there's a pause as she tries to focus. She did not open the journal to talk about how she's on a boat.]

Anyway. New. Still kind of getting used to things. Have a couple of inquiries, if you are so inclined.

First things first: I'm looking for people who, when I say "Chicago," realize it means something a little more than fabulous deep dish pizza and the home of the Bears. I'm particularly looking for the ones from a Chicago that just recently went ka-boom.

Angel, demon, Wanderer - though I guess we're all kind of Wanderers now - doesn't really matter. Hell, I'll even take those from a Chicago that didn't go ka-boom. A little bit of community can go a long way in a place like this. CLF need not apply, however, unless you want a bottle of what looks like really expensive vodka broken over your head.

Moving on.

Also, if you happen to know where I can find a guy named Robert Herron, let's chat. He's tall, with straight dark hair, blue eyes, looks like he's in his mid-forties. If you see him, tell him Claudia Blake is looking for him. He'll know who you mean.

[There's a beat.]

I hope.

[Moving on.]

Dad, if you're here somewhere, I'm at the bar on one of the upper decks. It's kind of cute, with this little anchor behind the bar and ... a very creepy waitstaff. I'm probably going to be there until this very expensive bottle of vodka is gone. So if you see this, drop by. You can split it with me.

[She doesn't really care about public versus private. In case you're not smart enough to figure it out, the guy she's looking for? Totally her dad. But moving on.]

Anyone have any idea what we're supposed to do around here?

[And with that, she'll end her journal ramble before her hand cramps. Flexing her fingers slightly she'll go back to picking up the glass sitting next to her and taking a long swig with a wince. The world just ended. She's pretty sure she's allowed to get super freaking drunk. She's perched on a stool, wearing clothing that seems a little worse for the wear, with tears and soot stains littered across the jacket, shirt and jeans. There's also a nasty gash on her forehead that she's managed to bandage up on her own, but it mostly just looks like the gauze is sitting there for show.

The problem when you bleed white blood.

All the same, she's going to sit there, with her drink, and wait for the responses to come back. Enjoy your day, ship. Feel free to bug the newly arrived guardian.]

[damon is not in the best emotional state, but he really hasn't been in decades. the event that happened this morning may have something to do with his being particularly worse at the moment. or everything to do with it. his own endless self sabotaging and the betrayal in elena's eyes, and it's been decades, but he can damage the hell out of something in no time flat, can't he? he is incredibly talented at damage and destruction

especially of himself. he is drunk already trying to numb the-- how it feels, and it feels like hell. he's been lonely and utterly destroyed for a long time, and it's no less than he deserves. and now here he is again, standing in the ruins of another mess he's made, destroying what means most to him.]

Who wants to get drunk and/or have sex?

Party in the club in the lower decks! And everyone's invited. ;)

Also, sorry about the mess on the top deck. All me. You can hit me for it if you want to, but be warned, I bite.

[OOC: SO as I mentioned there's magical journals like there were in BTR. everyone gets one if they stay long enough. you can make public and private posts as well as locking messages/posts to a specific person, and damon is gonna break it in by trolling the hell out of it. apologies. kinda >> feel free to hijack/talk to other people who reply. names appear by the comment made just like in BTR.]

[damon is shirtless and in swim trunks, a bit wet, lounging on one of the lounge chairs, sipping on a beachy drink complete with umbrella. there is some weird bartender today. a ghost that can actually serve real drinks. whatever. the truth is there's something special in those bartending drinks which means tipsiness can come quicker especially for the likes of a vampire.]

Direct, slightly drunken report from the pool on the top deck. Watching two nauseating lovebirds be completely gross with one another. Thankfully, I have booze and one of the lovebirds (Elena) has amazing cleavage in that bikini top.

The other lovebird is now threatening to bite me. Kinky. ;)

Except I'm not interested. Not that I don't love a good bite [ooc: LMFAO] but not from this particular gross, smelly source.

Will I be forced to hurl all over the deck? Will I be flipping the lovebirds a bird of my own? Will the biter and the me come to blows... or will there be sufficient distraction instead? Only time and you will tell, dear reader. ;)