<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/9232783/740full-jewel-staite.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kerry Lofthouse (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12805057#msg12805057)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee, Navigation Officer and First Mate<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>1st August, 23:00-ish<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Just getting out of the lift, --> Room 17 (?)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/3822964/740full-jewel-staite.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nina Krause<strong>Mentioned:</strong>Aiden Jones (in slightly drunk conversation)<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Slight drunkenness<hr/><br/><em>TING</em><br/><br/>The elevator door opened and Kerry stepped out into the long corridor lined with doors. The party had been fun, and the girl she'd been eyeing all evening had finally agreed to dance with her, and although it wasn't any sort of slow dance or anything intimate like that, she had "bought" the girl a couple of drinks - not that she paid for them, but it was the principal of the thing. And now, with the party breaking up, they had ridden up in the elevator together. "So, the ship is in this massive fog bank, right, and the Captain is sounding the fog horn every few minutes, and I'm watching the<acronym title="Electronic Chart Display and Information System">ECDIS</acronym>as if my life depended on it. Which it did, actually... And so all of a sudden there's this MASSIVE radar return, right in front of us, and it's moving. Fuck knows where it came from... So I yell at the helmsman 'HARD TO PORT! FULL AHEAD STARBORD, FULL ASTERN PORT!'<br/><br/>"The captain yells 'Belay that, All Stop', and comes over to where I'm panicking as this huge thing that wasn't there before is getting closer and closer... So I show him and he goes white, re-instates my order. The ship heels over about three degrees - these things are so damn stable they hardly even roll around in a hurricane, but we manage to get the ship to list three degrees off true. Then we see it... We just catch a glimpse of the tail end of it. A god-damn aircraft carrier. Hell I thought those things travelled surrounded by hundreds of ships and with an exclusion zone a hundred miles wide, so how the hell we got close enough to<em>see</em>the thing in the fog... God knows. Anyway Captain Jones gets on the radio, attempting to talk to the thing and gets nothing.<br/><br/>"So, next day, we're arriving in Bermuda, and we get on to the US Navy and Royal Navy, and neither of them admit to having an unescorted carrier in the region. And then this guy from the CIA shows up and insists that we didn't see anything. Well, he says he's CIA anyway. He asks if anyone took any pictures of the ship, and the Helmsman says he did, and they confiscate his phone... He gets it back an hour later and it's been wiped clean. Well, I did a bit of research later, cos I was curious. I got a glimpse of the number of that aircraft carrier. Forty two... That's the USS Franklin D Roosevelt. That ship was scrapped in nineteen seventy eight! Now come on! We were right in the middle of the triangle, and you want to tell me that wasn't some weird spooky do-dah?"<br/><br/>Her voice was only slightly slurred as she led her conquest of the evening along the corridor. At least, she hoped this woman would be her conquest. At any moment she was hoping  the woman would stop and say "This is my room, do you want to come in..." Or something. Or maybe she was expecting to be invited in to Kerry's room? As they passed more and more doors, that seemed to be more and more likely, unless the woman (who's name Kerry had definitely heard, but couldn't for the life of her remember) was in one of the last rooms on the corridor.<br/><br/>Kerry pulled out her key and stopped outside her room. "Well, this is..." She stopped, confused. The other woman had her key out too and looked exactly as if she was about to open the door. "... My room?" She finished the sentence rather lamely.