<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Dbp7l9m.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lakresha Price (Team 1)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hot tub<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>June 1st, Noonish<br/><strong>Content/Mood:</strong>Chatting up the losers' circle<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Striped two piece, hoop earrings<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Marissa, Elsa, Amelia<br/><hr/><br/>"I'll go wherever the party's going." If Marissa could handle a bar hop, then so could she. Right away the idea had appeal, of ditching the Dirty Lymeric and going rebel, forging their own fun late into the night, wherever they could find it on the ship. Of not being restricted by fancy digs, glamorous atmosphere and great expectations.<br/>"There's got to be more than one pub on a ship this size, right? Even the hot tub has a bar."<br/>Lakresha eased back into the hot tub. A long sigh eased out of her. This was where true contentment lay, and to celebrate the counter-culture movement of their five woman rebellion, she let down her hair, cast the jolly roger overboard and let her glossy black curls spill wild.<br/>"You know I like it spicy, let's get something hot."<br/><br/>"Hey, Elsa."<br/>So who would win? Not Maya, she had to admit to herself. The fluter of a girl who cursed like that wouldn't hold under pressure. Maya was two stretches away from defeat.<br/>And the soft-eyed Asami, she reasoned, would be the next to be knocked out. It was accident, or compassion, which still held Asami in the running like a dangling kitten.<br/>It would be Fitness Amazon and Jumping Joy in the end. Lakresha tried to imagine the two of them together, on one of those exclusive extra-special dates, but it was impossible.<br/>But she could well be wrong, and shied away from Elsa's bet. "Too rich for my blood. Let me keep my mystery, at least. These girls are like fine china, they only come out for special occasion."<br/><br/>Amelia. She was collecting names now, finally, and had one for each of them save Heartthrob Frankie. They would get around to it eventually.<br/>"Whoa, now that's interesting. I would have called myself a journalist if I had to explain it to family, but not really, you know? I fell out of the program, and podcast interviews shouldn't really count as journalism."<br/>Lakresha strummed her lip thoughtful. "I didn't have what it took, not really. Hey, I'm glad for you. So what's a story so out there you couldn't possibly run? What was stranger than fiction? I love that kind of thing."