Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)
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				Title: <strong>Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 21:08:31</strong>
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				She was a floating city, the largest of her kind, sure there were a few larger ships in production, but for Silver Star cruise liners, she was their masterpiece. At 1,010ft. long and a capacity of 3500 people. 800 2nd class rooms, 400 3rd class, and 200 1st class rooms. The Cruise was a sponsored maiden voyage, a well timed Charity case from Juno enterprises and the company's CEO.&nbsp; Many of the tickets recieved were won through giveaways and contests. But this wasn't to stop the rich from buying their upper class tickets for this prestigious cruise. Juno had recieved some criticism for bringing back the class system within the ship but he assured in interviews this was mainly to determine which decks the passengers eat on (To avoid overcrowding during meal times) and ticket costs for rooms, allowing for 3 sizes of rooms.<br><br>She was taking her maiden voyage from Ft. Lauderdalem Fl. to Bermuda, here they would go on several diving excursions during the 2 day period and allow Tourists to ferry to the island before moving South and spending 3 more days in the Bahamas before returning to Ft. Lauderdale, Fl. Overall is was a 7 day cruise.<br><br><div align="center"><strong>----Part 1: Welcome Aboard----</strong></div>Rick still couldn't believe it, he actually won the Tickets, sure they were for third class, but even that was a high priced luxury on the most advanced cruise ship of the day. His only concern was having to share a room, he wondered what kind of person he was going to be living in a cramped compartment with for the week. "Thanks for giving me a lift, I'll make sure to bring you a T-shirt" said Rick as his best friend dropped him off at the Docks.<br><br>Meanwhile in the parking Garage.<br>"I told you we should have got here earlier" said Frank<br>"I wasn't the one who spent an hour on my hair" said Seth<br>May gave them both a dirty look. "Judging by you two, nobody would believe we scored a first class cabin"<br>They finally found a place to park. Unfortunately in the crowded lot they were too close to the other car and May accidently bumped it with her door. Noticing there was a person getting out of the car she looked over "I'm so....sorry"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 00:42:41</strong>
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				Magenta was just clambering out of her car when some idiot bashed it with his door. "Aw, great!" She muttered. She was already late, she should have been aboard an hour ago, but her stupid girlfriend had thrown another tantrum and told her she wouldn't be there when she got back. The perfect start to the day. That and the traffic on the freeway, then getting into the port... and now this!<br><br>She was about to yell when she saw the other driver climb out. Gods and goddesses, why was it always the pretty ones? "Uh that's okay, I ... uh... don't think there's any damage..." She slid around the back of her BMW coupé and had a look. "Well, nothing that a can of paint won't cure. Look, I'm kinda late, if you're okay with it, let's just call it one of those things, okay?"<br><br>Saying that Mags moved to the back of her car, opened the trunk and lifted her case out. She picked up her uniform jacket and shrugged it on, then her cap. She realised this was a bad move too late. Now she was suddenly a member of the ship's crew, not just an anonymous person in the parking garage. Anyone heading for the same ship was going to ask her for directions, and she was already soooo late! "Look, I really must go. I'm so late if I was any later they'd leave without me..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 01:14:43</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://sixpacktech.com/wp-content/gallery/doutzen-kroes/doutzen-kroes-07.jpg)</div></div><br>"Osti, c'est quoi cette merde..."<br><br>Jeanette quietly cursed in her native tongue as she impatiently worked on a small wooden chest left on top of a desk, in one of the 1st class cabins. Like in all of her travels, she made sure to arrive among the very first passengers. This time she had actually paid for her 3rd class ticket, so going in had been a breeze. Add to that her good looks, and the fact that she was wearing just jeans, shoes, and a bikini top, plus her pig tail hair style, most crew members would likely ogle her, try to flirt, or simply smile awkwardly. They certainly wouldn't suspect that under that friendly smile and French accent lay a devious, cunning mind.<br><br>After quickly going to her own cabin, she took the opportunity to explore the still relatively empty ship, going through some of the 1st class hallways. It didn't take time for her to find an unlocked door, someone who had apparently just arrived and left to go see the ship, and conveniently left some personal items in the cabin. One of which was this ornate wooden chest, about 8 inches long, which Jeanette suspected held some valuables.<br><br>As she worked the improvised lock pick, a metal spoon, she kept looking back to the door nervously. But chance was on her side this day, and the lock finally gave in. Smiling, she quickly opened the chest to reveal a ring, a unique looking watch, and a pile of cash. She quickly pocketed the cash, probably close to a thousand dollars, and decided to leave the rest there. They weren't common enough, and if she got caught, it wouldn't be hard to trace them back. Exiting the empty cabin, she quickly made her way towards another part of the ship, a large grin on her face.<br><br>As she walked around much slower and with confidence now, she thought about the fact that with this little find, her own ticket had been paid in full mere minutes after she got on board. Not a bad start for this cruise...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 01:47:50</strong>
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				"Thank you!" The green-haired girl waved as she pulled her bag out of the back of the Taxi, the young man behind the wheel nodding and waving lazily out the window. Driving away, the Taxi pulled out of the port, leaving the girl alone. <em>Alright, Maria my girl.</em> The green-haired girl thought to herself. <em>You're young, you're single, you're attractive - fairly - and you've got a whole ship full of potential boyfriends slash girlfriends just waiting for the picking.</em> Picking up her fairly light suitcase, she started towards the dock, fishing her ticket out of the front pocket of aforementioned suitcase.<br><br>Looking around the parking lot, she spied people going about their business, one woman having a mild disagreement with a group of three, a boyfriend and girlfriend sharing one last kiss goodbye before they left, and a few street peddlers selling their wares on the docks. The group of three talking with the other woman was probably a Sibling\Significant Other combination somewhere in there, as they didn't all look interrelated. Walking towards the dock, she decided:<br><br>"My luck's finally turning around! Seven days away from everything! Maria, you are going to have the time of your damn life!" She spoke to the air, to herself, and continued towards the dock, inhaling and smelling the crisp morning sea-spray air. Maria had won her ticket in a contest and was proud to be there for the maiden voyage of such a beautiful ship. The woman talking with the other three turned out to be a member of the crew, her jacket over her shoulders lazily and her cap on her head. She was quite a cute one, too, her blonde hair swaying perfectly in the breeze. <em>Damn, she's a cute one... probably taken, knowing my fucking luck... lucky bastard.</em> She thought, scowling.&nbsp; She reached the boarding ramp, and judging by the cones and police tape across them, they hadn't started boarding yet. A few more passengers were lined up, tickets ready, and waited patiently for them to begin boarding. Taking her place next to one woman, she dropped her suitcase onto the ground and turned to her.<br><br>"So. Maiden Cruise huh?" She looked over the ship. "Beauty, isn't she?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 02:39:24</strong>
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				With Maria----<br>"I think it's rather gaudy actually, could have spent the money on something else, not so much useless extravagance, and what? to impress some high and mighty CEO?" A girl in all black explained. Her hair was tied back into a ponytail, but was gelled to spike at the end with streaks of purple. She was extremely pale in comparison to most of the well-tanned people around her, she looked completly out of place with all the bright-cheery passengers. "Larissa by the way"<br><br>Parking Garage----<br>May looked confused as the Magenta ran off. "This place is too hectic, lets get inside" she stated looking back at Seth, Frank was gone, knowing full well to use the distraction to escape before he was recruited to carry May's luggage.<br>"Dammit! Where's my?.......ohh.....that sneaky bastard, dont think because you're carrying my bag you are forgiven!" Seth shouted.<br><br>Frank smirked, walking away quickly....until he got to the line, there was no way he was going to escape now. "Dammit, this is going to take forever!" he groaned, ducking down and looking to make sure May and Seth couldn't spot him.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 02:51:31</strong>
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				Liz slung her quite light bag over her shoulder, and shut the trunk of the taxi. She saw another girl had gotten out of a taxi just before her, and she took a moment to admire her green hair. She'd never really had the desire to dye her own hair, but she usually enjoyed what other people managed to do with theirs, when it was particularly out of the ordinary.<br><br>She retrieved her ticket from her purse, and headed toward the queue. She didn't take very much stock of the others around, and took up her spot in line. She looked like she was heading poolside, which she was, after a fashion, poolside on a ship heading out into the ocean, not a bad way to spend a week, she thought. She wore a t-shirt and a colourful sheer skirt, that both failed to conceal the fact that underneath she was sporting a darker bikini underneath.<br><br>She ended up standing behind the girl with the green hair, and another woman who also had an interesting hairstyle. She was becoming mildly jealous, but she put it out of her mind as she stared up at the massive vessel. She'd always thought of ships as means to good scenery, fun, travel, and company. It was the first time she'd thought about a ship any other way. A maiden voyage, well, it felt like they'd all be breaking her in.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 03:33:27</strong>
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				(http://images.sodahead.com/polls/001262217/002_david_boreanaz_shirtless_sexy_picture_by_shirtless_men_xlarge.jpeg)<hr><br>John stood outside the massive liner scouting out potential roommates.&nbsp; While it was true he had a room up in first class, he had, first and foremost, came on this cruise to escape from his average life. He could see no reason in mingling with the higher ups beyond getting what he wanted.&nbsp; Most of the women arriving seemed like they belonged in 2nd or 3rd class, at least.&nbsp; There was the one who seemed to be part of the crew, so that was a no go. <br><br>Scanning through the rows of people, he casually leaned against the wooden railing.&nbsp; As he waited, he started repeating the same thing over and over in his mind, <em>"Easy John, let 'em come to you.&nbsp; You've got money, power....You're in charge."</em><br><br>Seeing the green haired girl, he gave her a casual wink.&nbsp; Returning his face to the crows, he settled his eyes on a cute little brunette standing behind the green haired girl.&nbsp; He flashed her a grin and beckoned her to come over by him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 08:23:50</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i359/etinz/RyanDavis.jpg)</div></div>The small convoy swung into the port and moved quickly to the ship, the middle vehicle was a limo and the other vehicles late model SUV's, when the convoy stopped three men from each SUV got out and stood looking at the crowd they were all dressed in smart but casual clothes hiding weapons...Uzi's...each man wore a big 'don't fuck with us 'look.<br><br>"You know I could have just taken a taxi dad"<br><br>"Yes and you could have ended up anywhere in the world if I had allowed that Elijah, this way I will know where you are "<br><br>"So there are bodyguards on board " Eli said.<br><br>"Of course and you do not know them but they know you...your stupidity has risked everything I have worked for so for this short time you will do as I tell you and nothing else...get the sun, fuck pretty girls but no games Eli"<br><br>The door opened and with that Eli was dismissed his father already on a call , Eli got out of the limo and looked at the ship , a porter was taking his luggage one of the perks of first class, he looked at the watching crowd trying to pick the bodyguards he now knew were there...but couldn't pick them.<br><br>He made his way up the gantry towards check in as the convoy moved on .<br><br>His father ended the call as they cleared the port, he looked at his head of security" You couldn't find them"<br><br>"No " the young women replied she had worked for Mossad, "he's been taught by the best whereever he has them&nbsp; hidden they are well hidden "<br><br>"These bodyguards"<br><br>"The best for their age , all female , all stunning and exactly your son's type"<br><br>"My son has a type" His father asked<br><br>"Oh yes...stunning , horny and great fucks...he's easily pleased"<br><br>Eli stood in line ignoring the looks he was getting from some "Should have insisted on the taxi " he said under his breathe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 10:19:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/69/Rosa_Vela.jpg)</div>Rosa had pulled herself a beer from the bridge and was taking swigs from the bottle as she leaned over the railing and watched the passengers as they arrived on the dock and streamed into the ship. She took in the faces as they boarded the ship. For the next couple of weeks, these people would become her customers. She’d listen to their drunken tales, elegantly brush off their flirting and serve them all manner of drinks. This cruise company specialized in a younger crowd than your average cruise liner, which meant that most of the people who were coming on board seemed to be in their 20s. That changed the atmosphere quite a bit, but for the better, or at least that’s how Rosa interpreted it. <br><br>Since she was currently off duty, she was not wearing her barkeep uniform - white blouse, navy-blue scarf and pencil skirt -but instead was on deck in a pair of bleached hot-pants, a pink tube-top and a pair of flipflops. She greeted the crew members she knew as they passed her and nodded her hello at the few passengers who had already made it to her section of the deck. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 10:49:44</strong>
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				Jeanette made it out of the cabins area and out in the open air, near the front of the ship. She casually walked up to the front and leaned on the railing, looking out at the ocean and the port still at their side. More people were coming onboard but the area was still fairly lightly populated. She liked the quiet sometimes, and could take the time to relax as she watched the waves out in the open sea. It was hard to completely forget her troubles however, and the reason she was here. Back in her native country, she was a wanted woman, but here she was just a tourist. Hopefully, by the time the cruise was over, things would have calmed down for her. Of course, she had been onboard for just a few minutes and already her bad habits had pushed her to steal once again, but as long as she didn't get caught, what harm was there in it? None, she told herself.<br><br>She spun around and leaned her back to the railing, looking at the ship itself and the row of chair on the deck, along with the empty pool. The few people that were there seemed to also be looking around, getting their bearing, and exploring the ship. None of them seemed to notice her yet, but she knew that wouldn't last long. Whenever enough guys got nearby, she would somehow always end up the center of attention.<br><br>But as she looked up, Jeanette noticed another girl leaning on a railing, a level higher than her, apparently near the bridge. It was a dark haired girl with a pink tube top. Jeanette gave the girl her usual flirty smile and waved. She didn't know who it was, but she didn't seem interested in touring the ship. Perhaps she had been there before? Maybe she could get some useful information from her, like where the safety boxes were kept...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 15:31:32</strong>
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				"You know we're gonna miss you around the Lab bro." Said Martin's friend who had agreed to drop him off. "But at the same time maybe the rest of us can finish some projects before you do for once."<br><br>"Ha ha I can't help it I work differently than the rest of you." "That's all you do man, why do you think we insisted you go? I mean come on the company bought the ticket for you... still don't know why you settled for a second class room they woulda paid for a first."<br><br>"Well that aside, I figured that I'd save the company a little bit of change now and maybe drop a few hints about bigger bonuses at the end of the year later." "While I like the sound of that the price difference between first and second isn't enough to give us bigger bonuses."<br><br>"It will be if I get my cabin upgraded and then make some new contacts for the company while I'm here." "Wait how you gonna get it upgraded, they already bought the ticket?" "I'm not broke either you know." "Well alright. I'd spend that money on bitches but that's me." "And that's why I'm not you."<br><br>They pulled up as close as they were allowed given the giant convoy of black cars in the way. "What the fuck man the president on board or somethin?" "No just some uber rich kid look." Martin points out the window at the blonde headed guy getting out of the limo in the center of it all.<br><br>"Well this is close enough man thanks for the lift." "Still think you could've driven yerself." "Right and leave my truck here to get dented, scratched, crapped on by the birds and ooo if I'm really lucky someone will come steal it while I'm gone." "Dude, it's a truck." "Oh shut up." Slamming the door and grabbing his bags out the trunk Martin waves and turns to the line. <br><br>It's already full of people majority of whom look much like they're on vacation. Shorts and t-shirts, flip flops and loose skirts showing bikini bottoms. He wasn't to out of place in his khaki cargo shorts and loose short-sleeve button-up and flips. Course the fact that he shone bright white in the sun didn't help any. To much time in the lab, he was almost deathly pale the only thing that saved him from that was his natural complexion. He took his place in line and waited to be let on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 15:38:35</strong>
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				Maria gave the tanned, gloomy girl a smile. "Maria." She answered with a lazy, comical salute, finished off with a quick Benny Hill-style extension of the tongue. "Maria Despair (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iSSI8Mqc5c/SxHyDZC66KI/AAAAAAAAA7w/va1z1VsR6QA/s1600/janel-marie-green-hair.jpg), at your service." She looked over the girl and nodded, confirming something to herself. "You know... you really should try to smile more. It'll really bring out the shine in your eyes." She mused, more to herself. Looking about, she caught sight of a man on one of the decks of the ship, leaning over a railing and watching everyone as they started to board. He looked to Maria, then to Larissa, and gave them both a wink. <em>Ugh... men.</em> Maria thought to herself, but gave him a friendly, if not obligatory wave.<br><br>"So, Larissa... what cabin are you in?" She paused for a moment. "Out of sheer curiosity."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 21:52:49</strong>
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				Larissa----<br>(BTW, I think you misread, I said she was pale, compaired to everyone else who was pretty tan)<br>"Yeah, I had this one jerk chasing me, mom and dad arranged the marraige, he's a real twit....I'm actually running away, maybe get lost on one of the islands, miss the last call for passengers on one of our stops." Larissa smirked, as they neared the entry ramp she showed her ticket to the man monitoring the crowd. "222B, I think B is for which bed, since 3rd classes are shared."<br><br>Eli's location----<br>I much prefer to go in much less noticable, the crowds are bad enough, dont want them to jump me before I get onboard, but hey, thanks to your dad, everyones' looking at you, and not me for a while" said a strange white haired man, his hair was shoulder length and he had well-tanned skin, he wore an old worn out suit, a fedora, and sunglasses to cover his eyes. As he cocked his sunglasses Eli could recognize him, despite his sheer contrast to many publicity photos in magazines, it was Juno White, the corporate sponsor of the entire cruise. <br><br>Just arriving on the deck, Rick saw a Girl struggling with her suitcase. "Here, let me help you" he stated, "I...um...thanks, I hope it's not too much trouble" Kouru stated. Rick looked at Kouru, "Which Deck?" "Um..3rd class" Kouru responded, blushing slightly. "Same here, makes it easy for me" he said with a smirk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 22:02:20</strong>
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				The crew access was still open, thank all the spirits, and Magenta pulled her ID card from her jacket pocket, slid it into the slot and waited for the light to go green, then pushed through the turnstile. She ran hurriedly up the ramp and into the crew-only portion of the ship. Her cabin was on the other side, and an internal one. No see views for humble stewardesses. She sighed, then shrugged. She got all the sea views she needed up at the pool bar.<br><br>Which is where she needed to be. She dumped her bags, straightened her uniform and headed topside. She reached the bar and blushed as her boss gave her a dirty look. "Sorry, personal problems". She explained briefly, logging herself in to the till.<br><br>There were already a few customers lounging near the pool, enjoying the Florida sunshine. "Well at least you made it", her boss remarked snarkily. "You should've stayed on board last night." Mags gave him a look that said <em>mind your own business</em>, and picked up a tray, a pen and an order pad, and started to do the rounds of the sun-worshippers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 23:00:10</strong>
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				Ted was at the pool bar with a number of other crew members. The gym wouldn't be officially up and running until the ship went out to sea, at least not the personal training or 'strength and encouragement of our professional fitness team'. Day one was all about getting settled in and exploring the ship. Which was good news for him, he had overdone things a bit at the bon voyage party last night. So now he sat at the bar, with a mostly empty jar of pickles. Despite his hangover and lack of needing to be at the gym any time soon, we was in his uniform and, from afar, looked to be perfectly level headed. Only his sun glasses and choice of snack food betrayed the truth of his predicament. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 23:11:11</strong>
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				Liz had not been standing the line for two minutes when a man beckoned to her. She caught the motion, not directly, but in her peripheral vision, and looked over at him, curious. She smiled at what she saw. She took the few steps over to where he was standing, and smiled, looking over more carefully, though not obviously, she didn't want to seem overeager, which she wasn't, yet.<br><br>"Hi," she said, "do I know you from somewhere?" she asked.<br><br>'Please don't know my father, please don't know my father' was all she could repeat over and over in her head. She hated friends of her father, with a passion that was rare for her. It was just referred antipathy for her father, who was, at the moment, not being cooperative, hence the cruise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 00:52:40</strong>
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				((&gt;.&lt; Thanks OHW.))<br><br>Maria pulled out her own ticket and smiled. "Hey! Looks like we're room mates!" She showed Larissa her ticket, tapping the '222A' on it. "Wow, what are they odds?" Handing her ticket to the man, she followed Larissa in and took her bag from the girl. "Here. Let me carry this for you." She smiled her famous smile before continuing. "Us girls have to stick together."<br><br>Maria loved the hunt above all else. The thrill of the chase, the exhilaration of the adrenaline coursing through her body as she zoomed in on her prey. Men... they made it too easy. They <em>fell</em> into her grasp like children falling from a burning building. She was attractive, yes, and men always wanted to be with her. She hated it. She hated being wanted because of her looks. <em>Ugly chicks have it best.</em> She would often say to herself. <em>They don't have looks, they've only got personality.</em> Maria wanted to be that ugly girl, the one people wanted not because she was pretty to be seen with, but because she was fun to be around.<br><br>Men run to her. Women run <em>away</em> from her. And the farther they get from her arms, the faster her legs move to put them there. Eventually, one party tires of the chase and gives up. Either Maria finds a new target... or she has a night of passionate, meaningful sex with that person. Either way, however it ends... it is the hunt, above all else, that turns Maria Despair on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 01:00:07</strong>
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				Maggie wandered back to the bar with a tray of empty glasses and a couple of orderd, and noticed the gym instructor sitting there. "Hey... Uh, did we meet at the crew orientation? You work in the gym, right? I'm sorry, I have a lousy memory for names and faces."<br><br>She giggled, softly. "I'm Maggie, and I work here. You never know, I might come visit your domain during my off-shift..." She grinned, then slipped behind the bar and began getting glasses and bottles and filling the former from the latter. She scanned the list of drinks she was preparing for customers. "Oh there's always one... see the guy in the hat? He wants a long slow screw against a wall!"<br><br>She quickly mixed sloe gin, vodka, southern comfort and Galliano into a Collins glass, then topped it off with orange juice. "I hope he chokes on it!" She grinned and carried the loaded tray back out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 04:57:18</strong>
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				<br>Eli looked at the old man and easily suppressed a smile, not that he disliked Juno White, he wasn't actually bad for an old fart and it was no doubt his dad's personal relationship that had secured Eli's late placement (along with however many bodyguards there were) into the ships passenger list, that and a healthy fee, but having Juno on board was to Eli's mind just another form of control, another pair of eyes.<br><br>His dad didn't ordinarily drive around with such a show of security, oh it was there always, for every reason the public would guess and for reasons Eli was only slightly aware of, no there was method behind the madness...anyone who saw the convoy would recall Eli', it didn't matter if that helped or hinder Eli's chance sofa getting his leg over it was simply more eyes on him, in his father warped scene of parental control ...that was a good thing...bastard that he was, Eli thought to himself.<br><br>"I could yell ' Hey look its Juno' if you miss being jumped on, theres enough talent in view that being jumped on might be a good thing."&nbsp; Eli said with a smile as he reached the top of the gantry and handed his ticket to the crew, who gave the regimented , functional yet oh so genuine greeting, Eli smiled as his ticket was returned.<br><br>Hi wondered if Juno knew why his father needed to place his son on board at such short notice, then decided no, his father would never reveal the specifics Blood Diamonds sent shivers down the collective spines of every jeweller in the world...well, almost every jeweller. <br><br>"So did father tell you way I had a sudden interest in this little cruise?" Eli looked at several women walking by before returning his gaze to the old man " other than the obvious recreation activities on show"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 05:32:21</strong>
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				Larissa----<br>"Um...Thanks...you dont HAVE to though, then again, leaves my hands open to punch anyone who decides to act 'too friendly' with us, I know this cruise is full of a bunch of horny guys wanting to get under girls' bikinis."<br>Larissa wasn't very familiar with flirting, her parents' status scared away the guys who were her 'type' and the ones who did approach her were all douches like her arranged fiancee. It's partly why she chose this look, it drove away the assholes who generally went for the tanned, blonde girls. The bitchy act was all a show of defense, to otherwise scare off the preppy types. And she never expected to find a girl flirting with her.<br><br>Juno----<br>As he handed his ticket to the crew member he added in a hundred dollar bill to keep them from saying something about his identity.<br>You could always come by the presidential floor, I could give you tips on ditching the onlookers."<br>Despite looking older now, Juno was actually only in his 40's, the white hair was his signature look, as was his usual white suit, though he wore a dark grey one now as to remain unrecognizable. It helped having people expect you to look a certain way, made it harder to spot when you deviated from it. Being a young prodigy and CEO of a major electronics company, he started his look to make him fit in with the older crowd when he started out. He never liked those rich, older types, but had to keep up public appearances.<br>Juno slipped business cards in their purses as the girls walked past.<br>"No, he never mentioned anything to me, anything I should know about?" Juno stated with a smirk.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 05:37:48</strong>
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				<em>Thank goodness</em>, thought John.&nbsp; Good gracious, she sounded cuter than she looked.<br><br><strong>"No, no.&nbsp; I sure hope not,"</strong> he chuckled. <strong>"I came on this cruise to get away from people I knew.&nbsp; I was wondering, what deck are you on?&nbsp; I've got a room on the third deck, and nobody to share it with.&nbsp; I was just wondering, do you know anywhere that I could find a roommate?"</strong>&nbsp; John put on his best grin and started looking around the crowd.&nbsp; Nothing made him happy more than getting pretty girls all riled up.&nbsp; Taking a second glance back down at the girl and seeing the incredible frown on her face, he laughed haughtily.&nbsp; <strong>"Unless...you wouldn't happen to be on the third deck, would you?&nbsp; Pretty little thing like you?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 05:47:52</strong>
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				Eli talking to Juno.<br><br>"No not really just wanted to get some fresh air and meet several interesting people for a few hours at a time" Eli said quickly , lying and being honest at the same time " Oh and father wants to ensure I don't cause an international incident, a distinct lack of faith I call it, don't worry Juno I really am only here to relax and enjoy myself, scouts honour" Of course he'd never been in the scouts<br><br>"Well it was nice meeting you again" Eli said with a smile holding his hand out, Juno was one of the few of his fathers associates that he liked and in truth respected "Oh there is one thing, father managed to get a few people on board at equally short notice anyway I can get some of their room numbers, just want them to know their bosses son isn't a snob"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 06:26:06</strong>
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				Liz was disappointed the moment he said he was in third class. She didn't let it show though. He was pretty got, she thought, regardless.<br><br>"No, sorry," she said, "I don't really know anyone around here, I'm on the second deck, I think. I should have been on the first, but there was a mix-up or something. It's only a week though, right? I won't be spending up much time in my cabin anyway."<br><br>She smiled at his compliment of her looks. It was always a good start, she thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 07:03:49</strong>
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				"How about we...rectify...that little mistake.&nbsp; I know some people.&nbsp; I could have you bumped up to the first class.&nbsp; I could even make it so you're right next to mine."&nbsp; With a smirk, he pulled out his reserve ticket.&nbsp; First class.&nbsp; As if he would honestly mingle with these peasants more than he had to.&nbsp; Seeing her gorgeous smile, he took her hand in his and kissed it lightly, no doubt sending shivers down the poor girl's spine.&nbsp; "My name's John.&nbsp; It's a pleasure to meet you."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 07:39:39</strong>
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				-With Larissa-<br><br>Maria smiled. This girl had some spunk. <em>I like her. I'm keeping her.</em> She thought as she descended the stairs to the Third Class cabins. "Slug 'em once in the face for me, will ya?" She smiled, her bags shifting under the uncertain footing. She paused her speech as she readjusted the luggage. "You know, I hope you won't find it creepy me saying so, but I really like how the sun reflects off your skin. Pale's cute in my book."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 15:10:06</strong>
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				Liz was confused at first. Had he just lied to her? Sure, she'd lied to him. But she wasn't planning on telling him so. Still, first class, was first class.<br><br>"Oh wow," she said, "you could? That'd be great, John, thank you so much. I'm Liz."<br><br>His kiss on her hand might've looked like it sent shivers down her spine, but in reality, it did pretty much nothing for her, though she looked suitably enthralled. She was pretty good at looking however she wanted to look, it was a skill honed by lots of parties that she didn't want to go to, but had to, and where she had to look, really interested in some up and comer's derivatives market idea.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 19:05:40</strong>
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				Now that the line was moving Martin noticed that most everyone was chatting it up and making new friends already. He wasn't greatly interested at the moment and just watched as the line moved. Handing over his ticket he thought to ask about uprgading his suite but thought better of it in front of the other passengers. <br><br>Travelling on and locating his room he left his bags after switching into some board shorts and a tank he walked out to the pool area and took a look around. The bartender was walking the pool with trays of drinks to the few patrons already there. At the bar was a man in a... gym uniform. They way he held himself said he'd had a rough night or morning either one it was probably best to leave him be for the moment. <br><br>As the bartender made her way back to the bar, "Miss! Might I have a bottle of water please? It's a little early still for the hard stuff."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 20:50:02</strong>
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				A smart looking young man called out to her and Maggy nodded. "Comming right up sir."<br><br>She opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Evian, watching as the condensation formed on the plastic bottle. She grabbed a collins glass from the rack and headed back over to where the customer sat. "Cabin number please, sir?" She asked, routinely, and tapped it into her handheld terminal, automatically charging the drink to the customer's account.<br><br>Of course, all meals and a certain amount of drinks were included in most ticket prices, but the point was that going over the limit for your ticket resulted in a charge.<br><br>"And it's never too early on a cruise ship, sir." She smiled as she set the bottle and glass beside the customer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 00:57:03</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=137486.msg6155522#msg6155522">Quote from: PeacethatPowerbrings on 18-04-2012, 15:10:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Liz was confused at first. Had he just lied to her? Sure, she'd lied to him. But she wasn't planning on telling him so. Still, first class, was first class.<br><br>"Oh wow," she said, "you could? That'd be great, John, thank you so much. I'm Liz."<br><br>His kiss on her hand might've looked like it sent shivers down her spine, but in reality, it did pretty much nothing for her, though she looked suitably enthralled. She was pretty good at looking however she wanted to look, it was a skill honed by lots of parties that she didn't want to go to, but had to, and where she had to look, really interested in some up and comer's derivatives market idea.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Of course I could.&nbsp; It would be my pleasure.&nbsp; Go find your room and then come find me on the first deck, by the pool.&nbsp; We'll get this whole mess settled."&nbsp; Flashing her a smile, he wrote down his room number and his phone number under that.&nbsp; He turned, cut through the line, and walked up into the ship.&nbsp; It was going to be a fun week.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloody Rose</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 02:46:11</strong>
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				Elizabeth smiled as her father left her up on the dock where she saw the big ship. She was lucky to have a father like that and even luckier that he was rich. Humming she stretched her back and turned around to hug her father and kiss his cheek, “I will see you when I come back dad, thanks again for the trip”. She smiled as he went back on the car and drove away, picking up her two backpack she walked to the ship and showed the person her ticket and then left her bags to be carried to her room while she picked up the smaller bag and entered the ship.<br><br>She walked inside the ship and looked around the rooms until finally she arrived at her room and with the key she opened the door. Her eyes scanned the room and smiled as she threw her bag on the bed and grabbed a few bucks just in case she wanted a drink or something and left again with her key on her pocket. She walked back to the main area of the ship and noticed it was still being filled which meant she was here rather early. Shaking her head she walked to the bar and sat on a small chair and looked around. A smile creeped up her lips as she finally realized this trip would be a very good one.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 04:07:20</strong>
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				Larissa----<br>"Yeah...um..thanks" Larissa blushed. "I try to avoid skin cancer" she said nodding towards a far over-tanned woman in her 40's who's skin almost looked like leather.<br><br>As they arrived at the stairs they almost ran into a well-built male with short spikey hair wearing a white tanktop and grey cargo shorts, and a thin boyish looking girl in a black T-shirt and jeans, with a blue ballcap on her head.<br>"Sorry, you girls go ahead" Rick stated politely<br><br>With Elizabeth----<br>Frank had just escaped May and Seth when he made his way to the Bar. Too early for a drink, he figured it was a good location for people watching...more specifically checking out pretty girls, also for hiding from May and Seth.<br>As he entered the bar he took notice of a pretty redhead. "You trying to escape from someone too? Or just placing your order before the crowd gets here?" Frank stated with a smirk.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloody Rose</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 04:18:37</strong>
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				She looked over at him, he was rather handsome guy thing that she did not mind watching at all. Shaking her head she just smirked at him, "No just looking around, how about you?". She sighed taking a sip of the beer that by now she had ordered already. She let out a soft hum, "So what about yourself? what are you doing in this place when there is a lot of other things to see other than a lonely young woman".
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 04:34:39</strong>
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				-With Larissa-<br>"You know..." Maria began when they were out of earshot of the two they had run into. "In some cultures, in some time frames, pale was considered a status symbol. You were out of the sun, having servants do everything for you. I like pale women myself. Eeeeveryone wants the pretty, tanned, blonde-haired bimbo with the double-d's. Me? I like women who can have an independant thought to themselves." She paused as they reached their room. "Could you get the door for me, please?" She asked politely, her hands bogged down with both of their bags.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 16:24:18</strong>
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				Having not quite memorized the number yet Martin pulled his ticket from his pocket, "310. Uhm 2nd class... not really sure how the rest of the rooms are numbered." Taking the water and opening it and taking a swig. <br>"True, on a cruise most common rules of etiquette are ignored, but I think if I'm going to drink myself stupid I would like to wait until I've seen most of the ship first, or atleast left the pier."<br><br>"So what inspired you to be a bartender on a cruiseship of all places?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 20:41:13</strong>
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				Magenta chuckled. This one was fresh, and she didn't mean the drink. "I think you're very wise, sir." She glanced around quickly and noticed that none of the other customers by the pool were in need of serving. Part of her job was to entertain the passengers in any way she felt was appropriate, and having a quick chat with one certainly came under that category.<br><br>"It's kind of like the old Navy recruitment posters put it. Join the Navy, see the World, you know?" She grinned as she answered. "I mean, people pay a lot of money to get on board this ship. I get paid to be on board her. I've worked bars since I was ... well, let's just say my first boss would have lost her licence if anyone had noticed. I enjoy it. It's great fun, I get to meet interesting people, and mix drinks with sexy names for idiots who haven't got a clue what is in them and either hate the taste or end up throwing up every where... And on board a cruise liner, I get to visit 'far away places with strange sounding names', I get my room and board provided free, and ... Uh..." She ran out of reasons, but she was pretty sure she had answered the question.<br><br>Her enthusiasm for the job shone through her eyes and smile and was clear in the excitement in her voice.&nbsp; "So how about you? What brings you on board our fine vessel?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 21:17:01</strong>
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				Liz took his room number and phone number, and slipped them into her purse. She smiled as he left, and then followed him up onto the ship, though she went off to find her room first. Finding it fairly easily, since she was familiar enough with the layout of cruise ships in general, she set down her bag, and discarded her sheer skirt and t-shirt. She never considered it too early to show off, since she'd always been fairly proud of the way she looked. She headed back out the door. Finding John was not really her first priority. Her first priority was definitely getting a drink. It wasn't that she was an alcoholic, she wasn't even really a binge drinker, but she found that there really was nothing better than than a very fruity, very cold, drink on a hot day, and definitely nothing better to lounge by the pool with.<br><br>She made her way up to the pool area, seeing a man already there, with a female staff-member. The man seemed to be indulging in...a bottle of water. Well, she couldn't blame him, it was early, but it was also hot.<br><br>She found herself a place to sit, and tried to wave to the lady, hoping to be attended to next. She figured if it didn't work out, she'd just go to the bar in a bit to get herself something to drink. In truth she was more interested in the girl, than the drink. Liz was clearly focused on first class passengers, but staff had been good for a bit of fun in the past. Plus, a pretty girl was always more appealing to her than a rich guy. It was probably a part of her family issues, but when it came down to it, she considered it unfortunate that there always seemed to be more rich men, than women. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 21:53:41</strong>
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				Laughing at her references to the drinks and assorted patrons. "I can see how you would run across some real winners doing this job." taking another swig from the water bottle, "And the Navy isn't all it's cracked up to be either. This", gesturing to the ship. "Is a far better fleet to a part of. But the Navy does pay you to go to school. Now I work in a research lab, and the CEO knew some people and arranged for some tickets I guess. My crew about threw me out the door when they heard about it. Their excuse was I never leave the lab and I'm always the one getting credit for the work we do because it."<br><br>After a moment of listening to the gulls cry, "I think this would be a funnier conversation drunk though... Oh what the hell, gimme a shot of cap'n Morgan and a crown and coke."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 22:01:57</strong>
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				Jeanette smirked at the lack of response from the girl up in the upper level. Maybe she hadn't seen her? Well, it wasn't like there weren't more people around. In fact, it really looked like the ship was starting to get full. While she had been hanging out at the front, she could see all the crew and passengers come on board and figured they probably were about to get underway.<br><br>Deciding to go for some more exploring, she casually walked back inside then headed upstairs. At one point she noticed a staircase with a sign that said "staff only" on a cord barring the way. Grinning, she shook her head. "Well, clearly they can make an exception!" She went through anyways and headed towards the bridge, hoping to get a look around.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>20-04-2012, 23:10:33</strong>
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				By now the ship had filled up quite nicely as all the passengers made their way aboard. Most of the food courts and bars were already active aside from the ones that only opened at night.<br><br>The Crew working maitenance and the engines were called in to begin to prepare the final checks before departure.<br><br>Larissa----<br>"Having servants is not all it's cracked up to be..." she stated with a sigh as she opened the door and helped Maria inside.<br>The female of the two strangers they met on the stairs was in the room next door to them. Their room was conveniantly close to the pool area. "Thanks for helping me with my stuff, just toss it on the bed, nothing's breakable"<br><br>Frank---- <br>"Lonely? You? I'd have never guessed it, so you're not on some 'honeymoon with a fiancee' or anything?' Got anyone back home?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>20-04-2012, 23:17:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				-Maria; With Larissa-<br><br>Maria took Larissa's comment about 'throwing it on the bed' literally, heaving her bag onto the nearest bed before throwing her own onto the other bed. Throwing herself onto the bed her bag was on, she gave a groan. "Man, I am so stoked about this. A week on this beautiful ship... nothing but beautiful women and the occasional guy wherever I look? Things can't look down." She inhaled deeply before smiling. "You sound like you're running from something. Anything you wanna talk about? If not, that's cool too."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>20-04-2012, 23:23:49</strong>
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				Maggy nodded and stood up to head to the bar. Just then she caught the eye of a pretty brunette, who seemed to be waving frantically at her. She wandered over. "Hello, Miss, what can I get you to drink?"<br><br>She nodded professionally at the reply, and with a casualy <em>i'll be back</em> wink, she headed to the bar.<br><br>The two drinks didn't take long to make and she trotted back out to the loungers. She entered the male passenger's drink against his cabin number and placed it on his table. "If you need anything else, I'll be over there." Shje nodded to where the pretty brunette was enjoying the sun.<br><br>Walking over to the other customer, Magenta placed the drink on her table and purred softly, "Cabin number, please?" She smiled and added, "So I can charge your drink to it", almost as an afterthought.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>21-04-2012, 02:20:50</strong>
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				Eli took the Uzi out of its case, his fathers security had found it quickly, it wasn't exactly hidden to begin with, and of course explanations had to be made, Ironically if this had been the Med Sea his father would have most likely packed the weapon himself.<br><br>While America's backdoor pond was relatively free of hi people enemies Eli still ticked the three danger boxes...he was Jewish, even if he hadn't exactly been to a synagogue in years, he was American and he was wealthy, if thew worse came to the worst Eli reasoned he might as well be wearing t-shirt that said 'kill me first', with an Uzi and his abilities in Krav Maga he had a chance.<br><br>Of course his father has demanded the weapon by in the ship safe, putting the gun away back into its box Eli walked out his cabin, it took ten minutes to organise the storage of his weapon amid assurances that no matter what he could get his hands on his belongings in moments . The diamonds of course were secure in their own right.<br><br>With that job done Eli proceeded to explore the rest of the first class area, he wanted to be able to find his way around and also he was looking for a woman...there seemed plenty about he just needed to find one who was up or a bit of fun...or at least a chat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>22-04-2012, 04:14:05</strong>
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				Ted was eloquent, witty, and quick to respond. Or at least he thought he was, instead he was only half awake and the entire response was lost inside his mind. It wasn't the best of introductions, ignoring people, but by the time he realized he hadn't said anything out loud she had already moved on. He started to say something, but gave up and brought the pickle jar to his lips. It was getting late, things were picking up, he really should try to focus
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>22-04-2012, 04:36:40</strong>
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				Liz gave her order, for a the fruitiest possible margarita, and smiled at the woman's wink. She definitely appreciate service with a smile, especially a pretty smile.<br><br>"301, for the time being," she said, picking up her drink and taking a sip, breathing a cooler, satisfied sigh, "Mmmm," she purred, "you're pretty good at this huh?"<br><br>She reached down to her purse, and casually retrieved a very crisp hundred dollar bill. She folded it in her fingers, and held it out for her to take.<br><br>"Don't work too hard," she said, with a smile. One of Liz's favorite things about cruises was the staff. Quite often, she'd found, the staff were quite nice to look at. Some of them, she'd discovered, we're nice for more than that, but she wasn't going to go overboard on her distractions. Tipping, and shopping were some of her highest expenses. On a cruise, it was useful that some, though not all, of her drinking was covered, and most of her eating. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>22-04-2012, 20:38:28</strong>
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				Maggy nodded and, glancing around, took the bill and made it vanish. "Thanks", she grinned. "Oh, this isn't work... Work is sitting in a boring office all day surrounded by sweaty guys who think it's cute to pinch your behind while you're at the photocopier, sitting at a computer tapping in figures and wishing every moment of every day that you had a job like mine!"<br><br>She glanced around, but no-one was trying to get her attention, so she sat, comfortably, on the lounger next to the brunette. "That tip gets you as much of my time as you want, by the way," She purred softly, then checked her terminal, "Ms Sidorova. Interesting name. Is it Russian in origin?"<br><br>Maggy grinned. She was crap at flirting, she thought. Or rather, she seemed to make people think she was flirting when she was just being her usual gregarious self, and when she did try to flirt, she nearly always ended up driving the other woman away. The logic here had not escaped her and so she had basically stopped trying to flirt.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>22-04-2012, 22:01:17</strong>
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				"Sounds like you've got some experience," she said, "if so, then I'd say you found your calling. Maybe, that's just because I can't mix a drink to save my life."<br><br>She took another sip and licked her lips. Looking over at her and laughing at her comment about having as much of her time as she wanted.<br><br>"Promises, promises," she said, "you don't even know how much I'd like."<br><br>She gave another light chuckle and took another sip of her drink. She always drank more when she was flirting, and she was now that she was sticking around. <br><br>"Yes it is," she said, "but that's on my father's side. Please, call me Liz."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 00:36:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Magenta giggled. "Well, then why don't you tell me how much you want, and I'll let you know if it's covered? Mixing drinks is just a matter of knowing what ingredient goes where, same as anything in life." She smiled, but then shook her head. "Not while I'm on duty, Miss. Not allowed. I get off a half hour after we put out to sea, uh, make that three quarters. I was late getting here and he'll no doubt keep me here the extra time."<br><br>And then she did the stupidest thing in the world. She never, ever, said this to anyone. looking back, she couldn't imagine what came over her. "You can call me magenta..." The moment the words were out of her mouth, she realised what she'd said and blushed bright red. "Uh, Maggie, that is." But the damage was done, the word was out there and her face was living up to her name.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 01:09:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not allowed to call me what I'd like to be called?" she said, "that's a bit fussy of them isn't it? Well, you will simply have to come see me when you're off duty then. I'd love to hear you say my name."<br><br>Liz suppressed a very loud laugh, realizing she might have pushed it a bit too far. Still, she'd never yet had any complaints. She was just hoping that she could read the signs right, or she about to get a very confused, or shocked, look from the attractive crew member.<br><br>She was more than slightly amused as the woman introduced herself. Magenta? She considered it slightly strange to be named after a colour, especially one so...well. It did seem to fit her, as she suddenly turned a very embarrassing shade of red. Liz only responded by smiling and taking another sip of her drink, grinning widely while she did.<br><br>"Maggie it is," she said.<br><br>Liz could only reflect on how amazing it would have been to find out that Magenta was actually her stripper name, rather than her actual first name. Having hippies for parents, which she could see as the only logical culprit, was much less interesting than her secretly being an amazing pole dancer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 02:32:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The stewardess could see the signs. This woman wanted her, that much was clear, and Magenta wanted Liz. "I'm only allowed to address customers as Sir or Madam or Miss. It's more respectful, Miss. I'm here to serve you and do your bidding..." She grinned at the inuendo concealed in those words.<br><br>The other thing that was obvious was the barely concealed amusement at her name. "Damnit!" She cursed, the moment suddenly ruined. "Go on, ask me have I got three sisters called cyan, yellow and black. And no, I haven't. My parents thought it was a pretty name. It probably would have been if not for fucking colour printers!"<br><br>Maggie shook her head. She wasn't going to cry. At least the woman wasn't openly laughing at her the way her classmates had since she was six until she was sixteen, or sniggered at her behind her back as most people had since then. With a little shrug, she stood up. "Sorry, Liz, you didn't deserve that. I better go. I... look, here's my card. Call that number on the ship's cell network and you'll reach me anywhere on board." She paused, holding out the card with her full name and rank, and her ship's cell number on it. "If you want to that is..." She added, and hurried back to the bar.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 03:03:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz sat up, shocked and immediately feeling bad. She'd thought that after Maggie had seemed to be flirting back, that they were getting along pretty well, but the outburst didn't sit well with Liz at all. She didn't say a word, taking the card, and looking at it, still shocked and speechless, until Maggie left, heading quickly for the bar.<br><br>Liz sat back down, staring at the card, completely confused. She hadn't, obviously, known what a sore spot the girl's name was for her. She supposed it explained why she seemed to embarrassed to have said it in the first place. Ironically, if she hadn't seemed so embarrassed, Liz would likely not have taken much notice at all of her name. Liz felt as though she ought to have protested that no such jokes had occurred to her, and if they had, she wouldn't have made them. <br><br>She slipped the card into her purse and leant back trying to relax. Was it really that she'd been made fun of? She wondered. She supposed that she knew what that was like, having a name like Sidorova and going to a very exclusive private all-girls school had not spared her the jokes of her classmates. Though perhaps it wasn't so much exactly what her name was, so much as that it was Russian that had been the problem there. Ivan Drago jokes abounded during gym class. She supposed that it was only her own tendency to participate that had made it more fun than unbearable. She was only hoping that Magenta wouldn't hold it against her, she couldn't have known it was so serious could she?<br><br>She turned her thoughts to John again, and the possibility that she could get bumped up to first class. She looked around the pool area, but didn't see him. She figured she'd just stick around for a while and relax.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 11:43:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Maggie cursed herself for a fool. That was probably her best shot at getting laid on this cruise and she'd just blown it. Why oh why did she have to go and blurt her full name like that?<br><br>But of course, she knew why. She fancied the girl. And any relationship with anyone needed to be able to cope with Magenta's one big hang-up. The girl she'd been living with, when Maggie had told her that her name wasn't short for Margaret, had nodded and said, "You know, that would be a really pretty name... but I bet you get some stick over it!" Maggie had nodded and fallen in love. And now her girlfriend was leaving her because she was leaving on a cruise ship.<br><br>"FUCK!" She exclaimed, bashing her fist on the bar, then looking up guiltily, hoping she hadn't attracted too much attention. The bar manager was glowering at her. She gave him a 'mind your own business' look and put her work-smile back on, turning to a customer who had just approached. "Hello sir, how may I help?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 15:09:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Having taken his shot of rum and cleared half the crown and coke Martin was in a good mood. Though as much as he tried he couldn't get the last test results he'd been working on out of his head.<br><br>"Fuck!" came with a loud thud on the bar. It was the lady bartender, obviously something had set her off. "Now, now there's no need for all that. I'm sure whatever it is can be fixed or replaced or... forgiven." Giving her time to both respond and attend to another customer Martin then continued.<br><br>"Bartenders are the poor man's psychiatrist, but what most people forget is that sometimes the bartender needs someone to talk to as well. If you like, when you have the time, I'll listen."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 18:32:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Maggie served the customer his long-island iced tea, a drink she whole heartedly approved of and was partial to herself, then looked at the gentlman she had spoken to earlier. "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to disturb you like that. I've had a really awful day so far. Late on the first day of a new job, because my girlfriend is splitting up with me because of my new job. Not the best of starts, eh?"<br><br>She sighed and looked over to the pretty brunette who seemed to be lost in thought. "Then, just when things seemed to be getting on okay with the lady there, I go and say something really, really stupid. So, yeah, I think I'm entitled to a little profanity, don't you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 18:39:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With Larissa----<br>Well, other than my plot to jump off the back of a moving ship after hiring someone to kill my fiancee.....no" Larissa stated in a half-joking manner. She slid off her skirt and overshirt so now she was wearing a spaghetti strap tanktop and bikini bottoms. "I feel like a swim...before it gets too crowded, you wanna come?"<br>The bell rang and the whistle blew signaling the ship's departure from port. The decks were crowded as people flocked to the edge to wave at their families who'd they would be leaving behind for a week. One last, "I'll miss you but I'm going for a week in paradise and you're not!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 19:32:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				-With Larissa-<br>Maria let out a laugh at her answer, the thought of this girl throwing the semi-conscious body of her fiancee (Who, in Maria's mind, was a wooden mannequin with the Troll Face, since she didn't know her fiancee) off the side of the ship, while holding her hands in the air barking like a Tusken Raider. As Maria's laughter slowed to a pause, she thought about her question. "You know what? Yea, I feel like a swim." Getting out of bed, she opened her suitcase and pulled out her bathing suit, a pretty emerald number what looked like it showed more skin then it should have. "Gimme a sec to change."<br><br>Slipping into the bathroom, she pulled off her tanktop and shorts, replacing it with the emerald swimsuit. She walked out after just a few second, tossing her clothes onto her bed and retrieving her towel from her bag. With a smile, she answered. "Alright. Lead on, pretty lady."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 19:59:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah ha. Yes love tends to cause much issue. And I think some profanity is allowed after such a trial of the heart." Think for a moment, "If I may, what was your supposed blunder? As I'm sure whatever it was could be wiped away by a few more of your smiles... Oh and yes I heard you when you said girlfriend. I'm not hitting on you, but I think people need to hear nice things when they're feeling down. And the truer they are the better ya." He couldn't help himself and added a wink to the end of the sentence. He then turned around to sound of the whistle blowing for cast off and watched as the pier started slip away.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 20:12:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(3rd class only has the public bathrooms, not bathrooms in each room BTW)<br><br>The pool was just around the corner, they only had to pass about 6 rooms and one pair of bathrooms. Before reaching the door to the Entertainment section of the ship. They'd have to go in through a locker room attached to the 3rd deck Gym&nbsp; before reaching the pool.<br><br>Larissa smiled when she heard heavy metal playing on the gym's radio. "I LOVE this song" she mumbled quietly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 20:25:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Suddenly everything was okay. The ship was under way and nothing else mattered. "My supposed blunder? Hah. I told her my name, then accused her of wanting to make a joke about it." Maggie sighed. This was going to end the same way, and she didn't care. "And thank you for not hitting on me. You're sweet." She leaned in and kissed his cheek in a sisterly fashion.<br><br>"So, yeah, before you ask, my parents had the great idea to name me after a toner cartridge. My name is Magenta. I usually go by Maggie. But what the heck. I think I'm going to start wearing a lot more pink, this trip." Magenta was actually more surprised at her own change in attitude. The ship was under way, there was no going back, and this was her chance at a completely fresh start.<br><br>"Would you excuse me?" She smiled at the young man, "There's a lady I need to resume flirting with." She mixed another fruity margaritas, made herself a long-island iced tea - she suddenly had a hankering for one since the customer ordered one, charged them both to her staff credit and headed over to where Liz was relaxing in the sun.<br><br>"Excuse me, but, would you mind awfully if we started over? Hi, my name's Magenta, I bought you a drink..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 20:44:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz felt as though she had received a mental case of whiplash when Magenta arrived with drinks, and spoke again. She opened her eyes, looking up at her and the two drinks in her hand. One for another customer, she wondered? Still, the drink was welcome, because she wasn't sure she would've been able to go get herself another from Magenta when her own ran out without feeling awkward.<br><br>"Oh...uh...thanks," she said, having to remember to smile as she took the drink, and set it down on the little table beside her seat, pushing her previous one out of the way.<br><br>Starting over? She wondered if people actually did that. Why not? She thought to herself.<br><br>"I'm Liz Sidorova," she said, "nice to meet you."<br><br>Don't mention the name, she thought, if she wants to bring it up, she will, if not, well, let sleeping dogs lie. Liz wondered what there was to say about it, though. She liked it, for one. Wouldn't that have been what she'd have said before? 'Magenta, sounds fun, kinda hot.' She kept the comment to herself, happy to let Magenta do the talking, if she wanted to start over.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 21:08:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The stewardess watched Liz's expression, and saw the confusion there, the worry. "Mmhmm, nice to meet you too Liz." Fuck the rules. What could they do about it? Throw her overboard? "I have a brother called Cyan, but Black and Yellow is a rap song by Wiz Khalifa. Personally I prefer Black and Gold by Sam Sparro." She was waffling, but she didn't care. "The ship has sailed, we're under way, the Captain is the only authority and he's too busy running the ship to worry about you and me."<br><br>Magenta took a long sip from the iced tea and sighed contentedly. "Look, I'm really sorry about before. My girlfriend just broke up with me this morning..." She told the tragic tale of her woeful morning again, finishing with, "So, if you have an ounce of mercy in you, please say you forgive me and I haven't totally blown it? I... I like you. A lot."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 21:22:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz was still a bit confused when Magenta started making her own jokes about her name, but she appreciated the more light-hearted turn of the conversation. Magenta's apology seemed, genuine, and Liz could understand her being sensitive, just having broken up with a girlfriend.<br>&nbsp;<br>"I forgive you," she said, "and you haven't totally blown it. Truth is, if you want to be called Maggie, or Magenta, it doesn't matter to me. Magenta is a pretty name, kind of hot, too. I like you too...a lot, Magenta."<br><br>Liz smiled happily and took a drink of her new margarita, looking satisfied by the experience.<br><br>"I should probably tell you," she said, "my father, is a Russian billionaire, and my brother is named Ivan, if you play with me feelings, I'll tell him that he must break you."<br><br>She put on her most intimidating Russian accent for the last few words, which she could do well enough since she spoke and wrote Russian, thanks to a large extended family and family compound in Moscow. Liz laughed, and took another sip of her drink.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 22:31:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Relief flooded her, and Magenta just grinned a foolish grin. She chuckled softly as Liz explained about her family. "If it means I get to spend this cruise with you when I'm off duty, I would gladly surrender my life to the Russians." She grinned. "Did you ever see a film called The Great Escape? There's this one scene where they are all arriving in the camp and the Germans are going to march out some Russian POWs, and one of the English Prisoners says to a Pole who was with the RAF, 'Do you speak Russian?' and the Pole says 'A little...' the English guy asks what, and he says Ya vas lyublyu, or something like that. The chap repeats it a few times and says 'What does it mean?', and the Pole says, 'I love you'. The English guy goes 'I love you? What bloody good is that?' And the Pole says 'I don't know, I wasn't going to use it myself'. Funny, huh?"<br><br>Magenta chuckled, and then said, softly, "It's also weird that those are three of the few Russian words I know. You never know, maybe they'll come in handy one day?" She smiled coyly. "Ach, I really should stop trying to flirt. I'm hopeless at it!"<br><br>"Miss? Oh Stewardess?"<br><br>Magenta sighed. "Ah well, no rest for the wicked, eh? Watch my drink for me please?" She headed off to fill more drinks orders.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 22:55:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz laughed at Magenta's response. Her brother's name wasn't actually Ivan, but he was pretty big, not that Liz would ever sick him on anyone.<br><br>"I might have seen it once or twice," she said, answering Magenta's question about The Great Escape. She listened to the story, remembering the scene well enough. She laughed when Magenta finished. An interesting way to learn Russian no doubt, she thought.<br><br>"You really should," she said, referencing Magenta's admission that she was hopeless at flirting and should stop, "but I hope you don't, its brilliant."<br><br>When Magenta was called away Liz only smiled and nodded, pulling her drink next to her own. She supposed that was the downside of trying to flirt with the staff while they were on the job, but Liz could handle that. She'd said her shift would what half and hour, forty-five minutes after they left port? It wouldn't be too long anyway, she thought.<br><br>Liz watched Magenta walking away. The uniform wasn't unflattering, but Liz bit her bottom lip, trying to imagine her in...swimwear, maybe. It was easier to imagine, so close to the pool.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 23:04:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The one thing Ted Chambers thought he was going to miss about home, was television. If the scene at the bar was any indication, that was not going to be a problem. Drama, comedy, lesbians, the makings of a great show. However, as much as he was enjoying it, two factors triggered a retreat. For one, her new strategy seemed to be open her mouth and let words fall out, which always made him cringe. Secondly, the boat was in fact under way.<br><br>He got to his feet and stood for a moment letting his body adjust for an sway the sea might hold and then started off. He debated dropping in his two cents as he passed Maggie, but couldn't think of anything clever fast enough. Instead he gave her a nod of greeting and took another sip of pickle juice as he walked by.<br><br>He began a short 'tour' of the gym facilities checking on all class levels and seeing if anyone had made their way inside. He was counting on everyone heading to the pool today, but wasn't about to assume anything. It would be a shame if a rogue wave sent a loose weight flying across the room and in to some lawyers ankle.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>24-04-2012, 13:43:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Not entirely sure of what compelled him to do so Martin suddenly decided to go for a swim. Though he was not in a swimsuit of any sort. But all he had on him was his room key so walking over to the pool he pulled off his tank and dropped it in a chair then pulled out his room key and wrapped it in the shirt.<br><br>He certainly needed to stay out here a while it was glaringly obvious he'd spent to much time inside the lab. Thankfully he had a high metabolism and didn't need to exercise to stay slim or he'd look really bad. Moving over to the diving board he hops up and proceeds to make his best efforts for a dive. With a great splash he entered the water, it felt great! He rolled over while still under the surface so as he surfaced he was looking at the sky.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>24-04-2012, 20:50:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Magenta figured the time left until her shift ended. She would then have several hours free time before her next shift, during which time she was supposed to eat, relax and keep out of trouble. Well the first two she would have no problem with but keeping out of trouble was something she had no intention of doing. As she served a slightly older lady a Coco-loco (a rather strange mix of Malibu, coconut milk, Bacardi Rum, Dark Rum and pineapple juice), her eyes strayed to Liz, and she smiled.<br><br>The woman followed her gaze. "Friend of yours, dear?"<br><br>Magenta giggled. "Not yet, but I hope she will be. Is there anything else I can get you?"<br><br>The woman shook her head and Magenta nodded. "Enjoy your cruise then, Ma'am." The stewardess straightened and made her way to the next customer, the guy in the hat who though it was funny to order cocktails with sexy names. This time he ordered a blow job. Magenta nodded, keeping a straight face. "Certainly sir. That's not one I know how to do, but I'll get my male colleague to do it for you...." And with that she headed back to the bar.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>25-04-2012, 00:05:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Eli sipped an iced tea , he wasn't really much of a drinker but that didn't mean he couldn't put a few away when he was in the mood , but until he sold the diamonds he was determined to stay sober, there were several very attractive women around and a few that interested him but most seemed engaged in conversation already so he watched as the post drifted out of sight, he had a feeling this trip would change his life and see him emerge from his fathers shadow.<br><br>His eyes looked around the bar again, there was no doubt at least one of his bodyguard was in sight but for now his eyes tried to imagine the woman on his bed, legs open in postion for the fucking of their lives..it was only a question of who would be first.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>25-04-2012, 01:07:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a good thing that nobody seemed to notice that she was on the upper deck, the front area that was for "staff only". At least, as she roamed the hallway and peaked into various rooms, she saw no one who did. Unfortunately, she didn't find any kind of safe room, somewhere people would store their valuables on the ship, or better yet, a pile of cash left on a desk for her to take.<br><br>Sighing, she decided not to tempt her luck too much and went back down stairs. As she passed the bar, she heard a lot of noise coming from there. It seemed now that people were all onboard, a lot of them had converged on the location. She pondered going in, but decided there was little to gain by being in the middle of that crowd. Instead, she went outside on the side of the ship and decided to roam the place. Perhaps she would find someone to talk to out here, someone she could use her charm on.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>25-04-2012, 03:33:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John walked out of his first class room and headed down by the pool/bar.&nbsp; He wasn't sure what he wanted.&nbsp; He walked up to the bartender and slipped her a $20.&nbsp; <strong>"Hey, just a bottle of water, please.&nbsp; And thank you."</strong>&nbsp; He gave her a genuine smile.&nbsp; He had always liked the people who worked on cruise liners.&nbsp; They were usually the kindest, and they usually had a million things on their mind.&nbsp; <strong>"If you could just leave it on that chair over there, that would be splendid.&nbsp; The one that has my shirt on it."</strong> As he spoke, he took his t-shirt off and threw it over a random chair.&nbsp; <strong>"Thank you, Miss."</strong>&nbsp; With that, he got into the pool and began relaxing.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>26-04-2012, 00:06:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				God but it was getting busy. Of course it was the first day, the sun was warm and the pool deck was one of the best places to catch the rays. The ship turned as it cleared the harbour mouth and began to head south, throwing the bar itself into the shadow of the superstructure for'ard of it, but the pool itself was well towards the stern of the liner and still in the full sub-tropical sun.<br><br>The Atlantic swell caught the vessel and, in spite of the computerised stabilisers and the size of the ship, a little of it was still transmitted to the higher decks of the vessel. Magenta didn't mind in the least. This wasn't her first cruise, although it was the longest she'd ever been on, on the biggest ship, and she quickly found her sea-legs. One of the passengers was looking decidedly green though, in spite of the mildness of the swell. Maggie pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge and popped it onto her tray with the "blow job". She walked over to where the gentleman had left his shirt, and placed the water beside it, ringing the bottle to her own tab, and pocketing the twenty, then continuing to where the ass-hat was now sitting up, rather than reclining. "Your blow job, sir. My male colleague made sure all the ingredients were just right for you."<br><br>She smiled. "Butterscotch schnapps, Baileys, and..." She paused and then whispered the last words seductively, "<em>Whipped</em> cream!" Magenta set the glass down and leered at the distinctly green face, "Enjoy your drink, sir!" She said brightly and then headed back to where Liz was gaurding her drink for her.<br><br>"Whew! It's getting busy, Lizzie. Heh, Sorry, couldn't resist that one." She sat and took a sip of her rapidly warming L.I.I.T. "Gah! I needed that. So, how would you like a tour of the stewardess' quarters later?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>26-04-2012, 06:01:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Watching Magenta occupied most of Liz's attention, after she left. Liz tried not to be too obvious, but it was hard not watch her. It was like she'd be torn away from a conversation that she very much wanted to continue. As an added benefit, Magenta certainly wasn't hard on the eyes, or more appropriately, she was very easy on the eyes, even a pleasure.<br><br>As Liz came back toward her, having dropped off a couple of drinks, one of which went to the man she'd talked to earlier, she was just distracted enough by that discovery to look like she hadn't actually been staring at her as she walked over.<br><br>"Wait..." she said, faking confusion and alarm, "you have quarters? I thought they put you on shelves or something."<br><br>She smiled, and raised her own drink as a kind of toast, before taking a long, refreshing sip.<br><br>"I think I would like that," she said, "very much."<br><br>Liz was, fairly shamelessly, playing with the edge of her bikini top, running her finger along the inside edge on the left side. Her focus was squarely on Magenta now.<br><br>"I might have to reconsider if there is much more rhyming in my future," she said, "I prefer puns." She laughed and toyed with her drink a bit more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>26-04-2012, 16:48:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While the cool pool water felt wonderful along with the heat of the sun, the growing crowd was not. Never one for being part of the crowd and often staying off to the side Martin took his cue and left the pool. retrieving his tank and room key he headed away from the area.<br>&nbsp;<br>In passing he noticed Magenta had reconnected with the woman she pointed out earlier. He thought of poking in and saying something but thought better of it, only making sure to make eye contact with her in passing and trying to give a covert thumbs up.<br><br>Since he was still soaked from the pool Martin chose to take the long, sunny way back to his room. Which took him to the outer railings on the side of the ship though, he whould pause every so often to read the signs to make sure he didn't miss his turn.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>26-04-2012, 21:02:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Magenta raised an eyebrow. "Puns, eh? Sorry, but puns are punishable by punching where I come from." She grinned. Her eyes followed the brunette's finger as it eased the edge of her bikini. The blonde leaned closer and reached out a tentative hand. "I think you have a crumb or something trapped there..." She raised an eyebrow in an unspoken question, and not getting a negative response, delicately slid her index finger inside the cup of the bikini top.<br><br>She let out a soft sigh at the feel of the soft, warm flesh, and then her fingertip just touched Liz' nipple and she paused for a moment and pulled her finger out. "Got it!" She declared, inspecting an imaginary speck on the tip of her digit, then flicking it away.<br><br>She felt her face burning hot as she looked back at the woman she was trying desperately to either seduce or be seduced by, and took a long sip of her drink. "I'm trying to hard, aren't I?" The stewardess sighed. "Fifteen more minutes?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>27-04-2012, 05:27:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz quirked her head at Magenta's raised eyebrow. As her finger slipped inside the cup of her bikini top, Liz didn't watch, rather she focused on the blonde's eyes, and on the way she looked as she did it. The soft sigh that she saw, and heard, from Magenta was reward enough, though the light, tiny, touch to her nipple before Magenta removed her finger, felt more like a tease from where she was sitting.<br><br>Liz wasn't sure how to figure Magenta out. She was charming, funny, and sexy from time to time, but every time she seemed to be just about to take a further step, she seemed to get self-conscious. Liz decided it was probably time to throw her a life-preserver before she decided she was drowning.<br><br>"There's no such thing, when you're succeeding," she replied, "and, are you asking, or telling me, about the time I mean. Either way, you're stuck with me now."<br><br>Liz gave Magenta a mischievous smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>27-04-2012, 21:54:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Magenta grinned. "Stuck with you, huh? That's terrible. I'll have no time to myself from now on!" She giggled. "I can't imagine how I will cope, I mean if you keep me awake all night, I'll be mixing terrible drinks the next day!"<br><br>She smiled and, feeling suddenly daring, leaned forward, lips slightly parted, a gentle smile on them. She stopped, hesitated only a moment and then pressed her mouth against the other woman's. Her tongue darted out and pressed against Liz's lips, seeking admission. Her eyes sparkled as she tasted the tequila cocktail on the lips, and she slid cautiously onto the same lounger, her arms going around her newly acquired girlfriend.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 06:08:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz had been about to make a retort, something about how sleep was overrated, but got distracted as Magenta leant forward and then after a brief moment of hesitation finally kissed her. Liz was very much satisfied and as she felt the entreaty of Magenta's tongue on her lips, she parted them, her own tongue slipping against Magenta's even as she slipped over into Liz's lounger.<br><br>Liz felt Maggie's arms around her, and slipped her arms around Maggie in return, her hands resting on her hips, letting Maggie have the initiative she'd taken.<br><br>Liz realized that they were making out poolside, but this thought did not give her pause. The idea that Magenta was probably breaking a few rules did, however.<br><br>Liz pulled back from the kiss and gave Magenta a hard and wet kiss on the cheek.<br><br>"A little while ago you couldn't use my first name," she said, "I don't want you to lose your job. You're off the clock soon right? Maybe we get you out of that uniform then? Have some privacy?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 21:08:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maggie shot upright at Liz's words. "Oh crap!" She looked around hurriedly, but her boss was serving a group of noisy young men at the poolside bar. "Yeah. Privacy and nudity and wet stickiness..." She blushed. "Oh damn. I need to shut up now before I start telling you where I want to put my tongue!" She stood, straightened her tunic and delicately trailed her fingers through the thick brown hair on Liz's head before skipping lightly off towards the bar.<br><br>The following fifteen minutes dragged like hours. The dumbass in the hat managed to puke his guts up and Magenta called for a cleaner and a cabin steward to escort him to the ship's sick bay. The crowd thinned out some as the initial excitement of being at sea wore off and people headed back to their cabins to unpack or went to explore the other entertainments on the ship. <br><br>Finally, her shift was up, her relief arrived and Magenta clocked off, excused herself and with a wave at Liz, headed for the door that led into the private crews quarters area.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 21:56:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz really didn't want Magenta to go, though having her lose her job seemed much worse. The suggestion that there would be wet stickiness, and Maggie's tongue, were enough that the proceeding fifteen minutes went as slowly for her as they did for Magenta.<br><br>When Liz finally saw Magenta wave at her, and move off toward a door, which led somewhere Liz could only assume she was meant to follow Magenta to, she grabbed her purse with uncharacteristic swiftness.<br><br>She almost brushed past John but turned to him and smiled, trying to give a quick explanation.<br><br>"Oh hi," she said, "sorry, I've got to run, but I'll give you a call later."<br><br>She turned and practically skipped off to join Magenta following her, and slipping a hand around her waist the moment they were out of sight of the pool area, and through the door to the private crew quarters.<br><br>"You said something about your tongue, earlier," she said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 23:44:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The stewardess paused by the door and waited for Liz to catch her up, then swiftly tapped in the security code. "I don't care how badly you need to see me," she murmured as she did, hiding the buttons from Liz with her body, "If you're found back here alone and they find out I told you the code, I'll be swimming home!"<br><br>With a giggle she pushed the door open, not surprised to be grabbed the moment the door banged shut behind them.<br><br>"Shhh!" She hissed. "This corridor echoes... Come with..." Magenta led the way long the coridor, past senior staff's quarters and to a set of open metal steps. she headed down into the bowels of the ship, the noise of the engines growing ever louder. In a deck just about level with third class, she stopped and headed down another corridor. "Here we are". she fished her room key out of her tunic pocket and unlocked the door.<br><br>The cabin was small. A single bed, a desk, a TV, a chair, a coffee machine, a small bathroom with a shower, washbasin and toilet. "Compact!" She commented. The turned and as soon as the cabin door was shut, threw herself into Liz's arms. "My tongue is going to go into every hole on your body" She giggles and started off by pushing it into the woman's mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 01:37:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz felt as though she was diving into some industrial rabbit hole, following Magenta down into the bowels of the ship. She kept quiet until they were inside the room, but she didn't particularly like what she saw. Compact was one word for it, inhumane was another. Admittedly she was used to, at bare minimum, a much higher level of accommodation than it seemed they provided to the staff. It didn't take away from her desire to be with Magenta, especially not when Magenta lips pressed against hers again, and Maggie's tongue delved into her mouth. However, it did make her think that, as far as possible, her own place was definitely the preferable locale for their time together.<br><br>Liz tossed her purse aside, hoping it would land on or near the desk, but not really caring much. Liz pushed back into the kiss, her own tongue moving to explore Maggie's mouth, as her hands moved down Magenta's back, and her fingers moved to squeeze Maggie's ass. There was a sense of inequality, there, she supposed. Magenta was wearing a uniform that was at least a bit conservative, businesslike, really, while Liz was still wearing a bikini that was now barely doing the minimalist job it was designed for, as it got stretched and pulled by the friction of two bodies.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>04-05-2012, 06:14:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				-Maria<br>As Maria stepped into the changing room, Larissa seemed amused by the heavy metal blaring over the speakers. It wasn't really Maria's cup of tea, but it had a nice tune to it. She smiled at Larissa's outburst as she pushed the door open to the pool, motioning Larissa to go first. "Wow..." She muttered, impressed at the massive pool. "Pulling out all the stops, huh? If this is third class, I'd love to see first..." She smiled, tossing her towel on a vacant seat before jumping in. Breaking the surface as she rose, she shook her head, hair of seaweed sending water droplets everywhere. "Whoo!" She called. "Chilly water! Come on in, Larissa, water's freezing!" She joked, beckoning her in.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>05-05-2012, 00:57:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Larissa was much slower about getting into the water. She sat on the side putting her foot in first, then both feet, then her legs as she slid in slowly. "Holy crap it's cold!"&nbsp; She exclaimed, shivering slightly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>06-05-2012, 17:38:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Magenta kissed her new girlfriend happily for a few minutes, and then pulled away. "Buttons!" She said the word as a curse as she fumbled with the fastenings on her tunic, then her uniform shirt. Her skirt came last and finally she was clothed almost the same as Liz, except in her case it wasn't a skimpy bikini but a low cut silk and lace bra and matching cami knickers set.<br><br>She smiled and pulled Liz towards the bed. "Sorry it's a bit small. I wanted you to see it though", she shrugged, referring to the room. "Do you have a cabin to yourself?"<br><br>As she spoke she carefully reached around Liz's back and undid the clasp on her bikini top. "I... I'm not normally this forward, you know? I normally try and go on at least one date before jumping into bed with a girl... But... It's being at sea, I guess."<br><br>Maggie lowered her face, as she pulled Elizabeth's bikini top away, and her tongue teased around the woman's nipple, then she took the sensitive bud into her mouth and sucked hard.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Going Under (A Shipwreck RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>06-05-2012, 18:22:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz watched Magenta undressing with a considerable amount of pleasure. When she was pulled toward the bed, her hands went to Magenta's newly exposed skin, her hands running down Magenta's sides, her hands letting her enjoy Magenta's soft skin.<br><br>"I do," she said, "and I'm glad I saw it."<br><br>As Magenta explained about not usually being so forward, Liz could only smile with amusement as her bikini top was removed.<br><br>"That, or I'm a bad influence," she replied, giving a muffled sort of rumbling, "ohhh-Mmm" as Magenta sucked hard on her nipple. <br><br>Liz, not about to be left behind, quickly unhooked Magenta's bra, and, moved her hand down to capture one of Magenta's nipples in return, pinching and pulling it in response to Magenta's sucking. Liz's free hand rested at the back of Magenta's head.
			</dd>
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