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• welcome to the s.s. brotherhood!

An interesting piece of mail arrived today. It reads, "Congratulations! You have just won a free, all expenses paid vacation cruise!" Surely enough, you have! It's not a crazy scam! Who knew! At first, it seems that there are very few people around for a cruise, but who cares? You've won!

As the ship prepares to leave port, you begin to notice something... Did that girl just have a cat tail?! No. No. She must be part of the entertainment. You see all sorts of odd types. Half-horses, vampires, elves, fairies... This must be one hell of a show.

You stop the nearest employee (who you swear has green skin), "Excuse me, are all of these people in the show?"

He responds half laughing, "Show? There ain't now show kid. This is the S.S. Brotherhood. Y'know, a cross breed ship."

"A what?"

"A ship that takes humans and mythics. Sheesh. You humans don't know nothin'."

For better or for worse, mythical creatures of all races (including humans) are all stuck on the ship together... FOR THREE WEEKS. What will happen? Who will survive? Who will cause a ruckus? Will love bloom? Will hate and segregation reign supreme?

• updates

7.12.09 This is a very important one. The thread is still open for RPing, but I will no longer be taking applications. I think there are enough people who have applied to keep the thread going. And, due to my very active lifestyle, I can no longer RP with you guys. If you need to alter your app, please PM me. Thank you. I'm sorry for not being able to play.

• map of the ship

There are three main decks to the ship. Firstly, there is the Top Deck where every outdoor activity imaginable takes place. These activities range from the mundane shuffle board to the adventurous rock climb to the simple smoothie/alcohol bar. Secondly, there is the Entertainment Deck. Shopping, massages, dining (fine and not so fine), even movies and more await you. Lastly, there is the Sleeper Deck. All of the rooms are contained here.
There are other decks (IE staff, captain, etc), but well... I'm sure you can figure out that you're not allowed there.

• rules

• We don't care what "level" of an RPer you are. As long as you are trying your best, you are welcome here.
• Quality over quantity. We'd rather read three well thought out sentences than a book of endless babble and bad grammar.
• This shouldn't have to be said, but follow Mene's TOS and Rules.
• Send your fully completed profile to me via PM with the title, "I've just won a cruise!" This shows me that you've read the rules.
• While your characters are allowed to fight, you are not. Be polite to other members when OOC. By the way, include the sarcasm smilie in your PM.
• Standard RP rules apply. Please don't make us repeat them.

• application

These can be as short or as elaborate as you wish. They can be lists or full out sentences. Please, do not use images for the appearance unless they are "dream avis" or original sketches. These can come from any source (IE gaia, a "dollz dress up site", the sims), but we prefer for you to make up your own appearance rather than a generic anime picture.

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passengers
username • alternate RUNE
name/nicknames • Gregory Marin; Gregory
age/race/gender • 22, Wizard, Male
appearance • [click me] Gregory has blonde hair just past his chin. His eyes are a piercing grey. His build is short, but quite thin. He dresses in clothes that would remind one of the Victorian Era, but could somehow fit into normal human life as well.
personality • Gregory is incredibly snooty. He thinks that anything that isn't a wizard is just down right stupid. He knows it all and isn't afraid to share it. Sometimes, he can seem much girlier than he actually is. It's almost as if he wants to do girly things (IE use the phase "Oh as if!") but manages to refrain. He absolutely can't stand rock and roll.
history • Born and raised in a wizarding community, Gregory was taught the finest of arts. His parents forced him to go on this trip because the social aspects were just too crucial to his growth.
misc • His specialty in magic is Summoning and Transfiguring.

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username • Palmoun
name/nicknames • Clair Elizabeth Smith, Clair
age/race/gender • 20, Kushtaka (which is a person who can turn into a otter), Female
appearance • She had dark brown hair that goes to her shoulders. She had dark blue eyes and wears no shoes. She wears shorts and white shirts. She is very thin and moves very swiftly.
personality • She is very nice once you get to know her. But she is very shy and doesn't like to talk much at first.
history • She doesn't remember who her birth parents are. All she remembers is that someone on a cruise found her driftin in the water as a otter and took her in. The person who found her works on the ship as a cook and is very nice. Clair likes to help her foster mother when she can but her mother likes her to go and talk with the passengers since her foster mother thinks that if she talks with the passengers she might find her real mother. It has been 15 years since her foster mother has found her.
misc • She can turn into a otter and if she really wants to. She can't turn others into otters

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username • Goblin Maiden
name/nicknames • Lamarian Altricarus XIII/Lamia
age/race/gender • 40 (looks 20)\merperson\female
appearance • Long, flowing chestnut hair, bright aquamarine eyes, rather slender and svelte, a lovely deep crimson tail with black and gold specks that really come out in the sunlight.
personality • Cheerful and bubbly, Lamia just wants to have fun. She can be a flirt when she wants to be, but still requires SOME experience in that art (not much, she'd like to think). While she mostly loves to be out and about experiencing life, she does have her moments when all she wants is to be alone.
history • Lamia is the Heir Apparent to her ocean kingdom of Squiddicus (apparently one of her ancestors had a sense of humor). With her father's health not looking so good, her studies to be a competent ruler have kicked up to double-time, and her coronation date has been set to five years from now. Lamia was delighted when she heard about the S.S. Brotherhood, thinking it would be an excellent opportunity to get to know other creatures from different lands, expand her horizons, get some experience in diplomacy, and have an awesome time partying all at once.
misc • Lamia, like all of her kind, has the ability to breathe both in water and air. She can, to some extent, communicate with ocean-native creatures. She is one of the races of merpeople who can not split their tails into a set of human legs, and so while on the ship she sits in a tub of ocean water (which must be regularly changed) and gets carted around by her man-servant\bodyguard, Mosh, who CAN split his tail. She takes a sort of fiendish delight in ordering him around, but he seems to bear it with good grace (or at least a kind of resignation).

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username • Goblin Maiden
name/nicknames • Moshiku\Mosh
age/race/gender • 45 (looks 25)\merperson\male
appearance • Impeccably styled short black hair, dark brown eyes, a good, strong, lithe build (which he needs as a bodyguard). People are usually not sure whether to be intimidated by him, or think "Ooh, he's pretty." He wears a uniform which identifies him as a servant of the Squiddicus Royal Court, which includes wearing a sort of kilt to enable him to freely change back and forth between his human and merperson forms. While in his merperson form he has a cerulean tail with aqua and silver flecks all along it.
personality • Although Mosh is every bit the dutiful man-servant\bodyguard while in the presence of Princess Lamia, on the EXTREMELY rare occasions that he leaves her side he is able to loosen up a little. Which is hardly at all, as he is the one responsible for her protection on this cruise. He is very loyal, not only to the princess but to whomever he should consider worthy of his allegiance. And trust me, Mosh is definitely someone you'd want to have on your side.
history • Mosh was born and raised to be a servant in the Squiddicus Royal Court. His mother is a lady-in-waiting to the Queen (his father is retired as result of an injury). He has been Lamia's man-servant and bodyguard for 10 years, and they have become quite close, in an employer-employee way. Mosh was Lamia's top pick to accompany her on the cruise, so here he is.
misc • Mosh is of a race of merpeople that can split their tails into human legs at will. He can not communicate with any other sort of creature other than humanoids. He is an exceptional fighter in both his merperson and human forms. He prefers to live in the water, but must stand to be in human form with Lamia for three weeks. It pains him when women flirt with him, as he must be with Lamia nearly 24\7 and can't even entertain thoughts of a relationship while on the cruise.

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username • Hatake Ayumi
name/nicknames • Kevin Rieger/ Kevin
age/race/gender • 26/ Shapeshifter (Panther)/ Male
appearance • Kevin has dark brown messy hair, hazel eyes and a lithe body. Usually wears a polo with black dress pants and sandals. Shifts into a large panther with a silky, obsidian black coat.
personality • He is laid back and likes to enjoy the moment rather than plan for the future. However he dislikes anybody touching his stuff and loves a good intellectual debate (He swears they aren't arguments). Affectionate with friends. He loves savory foods.
history • He's actually a student-teacher at a human school and everybody around him doesn't know what he actually is. And he is perfectly content with keeping up the charade. However, every few years he goes out on a trip full of non-humans to relax and get out of the act.
misc • Can shift into a panther at will. Accidentally purrs occasionally, and is very embarrassed at this fact.

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username • Sharlai
name/nicknames • Tawnya(Tawn or Tawny) Kimmark
age/race/gender • 22/Human/female
appearance • She's short, about 5'1", and slender, with long auburn hair falling to her waist. It curls very slightly, framing her oval face. Jade green eyes stare out at you with uncertainty and her small lips frequently tighten into a pout. She has long fingers, as if she were a musician and frequently wears high-heels and light-colored sundresses.
personality • She is an outspoken individual, but can be quick to temper if her buttons get pushed the wrong way. She's not extremely trusting at the start.
history • Grew up a normal human girl, with no idea mythical beings could potentially exist. Recently received her Bachelor's degree in Marine Biology and jumped at the the idea of a free cruise out into the waters she loved.
misc • Magically un-inclined. She does know a small amount of martial arts.

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username • triforcer100
name/nicknames • Zenfoid/Zen/Zenny
age/race/gender • 95/half-elf/male
appearance • tall, well toned body, blue eyes, soft light brown hair in a bony tail, usaly in jeans and a t-shirt
personality • fun, out going, holds in anger but when he lets it go all must be careful
history • his father (elven) left him when he was only 2 years old his mother (human) raised him but he started to notice things as he entered the fifth grade, like the fact he seemed to be aging slower then his class mates now 95 (early 20's in human years) he is on his own, mother is dead.
misc • small control over plants, very talented with a bow and arrow, also gay; looking for a relation ship.

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username • kori~ne
name/nicknames • Brynn Bluestone
age/race/gender • 21/human/female
appearance • Brynn is about 5'5" and really wishes that she could grow taller. She has medium length hair, usually tied back into a half-ponytail, blonde with a few dark blonde streaks, in the sunlight she has completely natural light brown highlights. She is very slender and slim, and...well... "curvy." Brynn has deep purple eyes, but they sometimes change color according to her mood. (It's pretty obvious which color corresponds to which emotion.) She never wears make up except for the occasional eyeliner and usually wears a simple sun dress with a matching hat and flip-flops. Sometimes flats with bright colored skinny jeans.
personality • She is really freaked out by all the magical stuff but she kinda enjoys it too. Brynn is really bubbly and curious. She's also insanely accepting and tries to befriend everyone.
history • Brynn grew up in a small town in a small corner or a small state. When she won the cruise she accepted real fast. However she was not expecting a bunch of mythical creatures! Slowly she's adjusting to the...abnormality?
misc • Nothing really, Brynn also can play the guitar and sing. No special powers, nor any pets. If there's something I'll add it in

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username • JessiFlakes
name/nicknames • Charlotte Marie Bennson
age/race/gender • "23"/Siren/Female
appearance • Medium black hair with bangs that are long enough to almost cover her eyes, pale skin that sometimes looks pale blue/teal, and topaz colored eyes. She often wears the color fuchia and when she dresses up she wears a strapless fuchia dress that goes to her mid-thigh.
personality • Charlotte is mysterious and fliratious, naturally, and is also very sociable... but she can be easily angered and holds grudges for a long, long time, but just long enough to figure out the best way to exact her revenge.
history • Not much is know about Charlotte's past, mostly because she refuses to speak of it. All that is known is she once resided in Greece.
misc • Charlotte being a siren has unsurpassable beauty and an entrancing voice, all the better for seduction- which she considers her powers alone..

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username • OBJECTION!
name/nicknames • Abigail Parish; Abigail.
age/race/gender • 23; human; female.
job on ship • Dishwasher.
appearance • Abigail Parish is quite the sight. With short, green spiky hair, various piercings, and clothes with studs and spikes, she has a tendency to stop the typical bystander in their tracks. That hasn't happened as much lately, though, as there are much more exotic sights to be seen on this cruise. The young woman typically pairs her clothing with dramatic makeup, jewelry, and a piece here and there of feminine flair. Abigail is a tad shorter than most other women on the ship (save, of course, the fairies and gnomes and such), and she's never had the best posture. She lopes around the deck with a confident swagger to her step, and dares anyone to approach her about it.
personality • Initially, Abigail approaches every situation with a tough-as-nails attitude. She surveys personalities, takes in answers, weighs responses. Then she adapts accordingly. If she feels someone is worthy of niceties, well then, she'll spare them the attitude. If you manage to get on her good side? You've got her loyalty for life. If you offend her or generally rub her the wrong way? You're in for a world of trouble. Abigail's true passion lies in drumming, but until the right opportunity arrives, this is the job for her. Little interaction, good pay, room and board, - and a lenient hair color section in the dress code.
history • Miss Parish had an average upbringing. She was raised by her working class mother and father in the suburbs, grew up well, got into music (and, subsequently, a few fights), and managed to scrape by in high school. Not at all feeling inclined to attend college, Abigail snatched up whatever odd jobs she could find here and there to pay the rent for her apartment. When the rent ran out, though, she saw an ad for the S.S. Brotherhood in the newspaper and figured... why not?
misc • Abigail has no special powers or supernatural abilities

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username • OhMahGawz (but please, just call me Gawz. :3)
name/nicknames • Icharus Sweeney Fawkes
age/race/gender • 30/Human/Male
job on ship • Janitor
appearance • Icharus is always a horrid mess. His short, pumpkin orange hair is always tousled, flying every which way and obviously never combed. Against his unhealthily pallid flesh lay freckles on his nose, cheeks, and even a tad on the tips of his ears. His wide, thoughtful eyes are a peculiarity (although not entirely impossible), being a color merely a shade darker than gold. Icharus' body is of about average height, but his body could easily be described as unhealthily thin. There's little to no muscle on his bones, all due to his high metabolism. His face, aside its inherent gauntness from the facts above, is very long, with a strong jawline, sallow cheeks, a fairly prominent nose, thin, pale lips and very strong cheekbones.
personality • Outspoken and often wise, Icharus has been around in his life and it shows. He frequently winds up playing the adviser amongst those he meets, giving sagely tips for peoples' lives. It's painfully obvious to see that he doesn't precisely follow his own advice from the way he takes care of himself, (Read: He doesn't.) but he always manages to take care of everybody's problems as long as they aren't his own. He's easily distracted and becomes obsessive over the few choice passions he has found and, though he doesn't actually mind the job, one of his favorite hobbies is complaining about his janitorial service. Of course, it's fairly easy to see him as a rude sort of fellow, too. He judges quickly on first impressions, and the way he treats you depends strictly on what he things when he first meets you.
history • Icharus lived the good life through to his late teenage years. His parents were fairly wealthy, and he essentially lived off of what they gave him. He partied hard and did whatever the hell he wanted. (He's certain there's at least one offspring of his out there he doesn't even know about.) At age nineteen he graduated highschool (he was held back a year) and decided to join up with the army. He learned discipline, and he learned it fast. After a while he went MIA - meaning he came back home. His parents spent almost every penny they had bribing various military higher ups to let him off the hook for running away, and they sent him off on his own completely abandoned afterward. Not too much later he signed up for work on the S.S. Brotherhood, craving the adventure with less of the strictness of the military. It was a rough start, learning how to clean up other peoples' messes, but it humbled him, and in a good way. It's been five years since he signed on, and he's learned a lot about the oddity of the world since then. He got his adventure, alright.
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-Icharus' real passion lies in Chemistry, but he never found college to be a suitable place, so he fiddles around and studies it on his own. He'll be the first to admit he's not very good at it, of course.
-There are a few foreign languages Icharus has learned, but they're all human.
-He is currently single, and hasn't had a proper date in about 6 years.
-Being boring ol' human, he can't do anything special. (Unless you count mopping floors to a sparkling clean shine.)

Gregory had spent the last two hours within his very cramped room. He hated ships specifically for this reason. Of course, his parents couldn't upgrade him to a suite. No. Each guest had their room assigned randomly. Or, so he was told. This room had absolutely nothing worth of entertainment within it. However, he had sworn to himself that he would not leave. Just because he was here did not mean he had to be civil about it.

He glanced around his room, lit by a single lamp. He heaved a heavy sigh and stood. It was almost dinner anyway.

As he made his way to the Entertainment Deck, he saw so many ghastly people. He resisted the urge to stick his nose in the air. Complete morons.

Finally, he made it to the Entertainment Deck. Now, if only he could figure out exactly what he wanted to eat...

Clair was running around the entertainment deck trying to find something to do. She was bored out of her mind and she had done everything humanly and otterly possible. She had went swiming, explored the pipeing, scared humans, watched t.v. and many other things. so finally she decided to go and make a friend or two.
She ran round the deck in her otter form and smiled at everyone. They never saw her when she was in this form since she was so low to the ground. That was the good thing since you could steal things when she wanted to which she hardly ever did. The bad thing was that they usually almost steped on her. Which was happening right now. She was getting tired of it so she decided to hich a ride on someones shoulder. She then saw a man with blond hair that seemed to stand out and climbed up his leg and onto his shoulder. She smiled happly hopeing that when he saw her it wouldn't freak him out.

"Aaaahhh! Just think about it, Mosh! Three weeks of sun, surf, and time away from courtly duties. Just food and fun and all those delicious looking men." As she looked around the entertainment deck from where she lounged in her circular, portable tank of ocean water, Lamia had to resist the urge to lick her lips. That fellow over there with the fox ears and tail, sipping something in a glass, looked particularly hot.... Maybe she could invite him into her tank to cool down....

"It does indeed sound pleasant, Lamia," Mosh spoke from where he stood behind her, gripping the steering mechanism on the tank. He looked around as she did, only with a more detached air. "However, you should remember that you are not just here only for fun, but to learn more about other races. Improving relations with diplomacy is why we are here. Not," he added pointedly, "seducing other shapeshifters."

Lamia sighed gustily and tossed her hair, which was dripping wet at the ends from falling into the ocean water in the tank, over her shoulder. "Yes, yes. You're right, of course, Mosh.... As always," she added in a tone that only BARELY hinted at resentment. If only she could split her tail into human legs like her faithful bodyguard could.... Then she'd actually stand a chance of losing him in the crowd and having some fun by herself. But no, she was stuck here in her tank and had to rely on him to cart her around.

Lamia shrugged and resumed her survey of the deck. Oh well. There were worse people to be baby-sat all the time by than Mosh, that was for sure. Now, time to be diplomatic. The princess looked around for a potential person to strike up conversation with.

Gregory almost completely halted in his tracks. As if it wasn't bad enough that he actually left his room, now someone or something was hitching a ride. He tried his best to peer at the creature now sitting on his shoulder, but to no avail. Try as he might, he just could not see it.

"Excuse me. Who are you?" He tried to sound polite as possible without screaming, "Get the bloody hell of me!"

"I'll have you know that I am displeased about this. I am not a taxi cab." He almost began to spin in hopes of talking directly, but this would have made him look foolish.

{{I love him. He's such a snoot! <3}}

Clair sighed a little bit when she hear how annoyed he sounded. "sorry, I just dont like being steped on." she said softly and jumped of his shoulder and onto the floor. Then turned into her human form. "sorry again." she said as she looked at him. He looked kind of cutie but yet weird since he wore clothing that didn't fit yet fit there time. "it is just easyer to hich a ride since there are so many people here." she said as she looked at him. "oh my name is Clair" she said as she held out her hand to him happly.

He resisted the urge to shudder. Now he'd have to get the fur off his coat.

"It's quite alright," he lied.

He stared at the hand now before him. He wasn't quite sure what to do. Wizards greeted each other with a hand over the heart and a bow. So, he thought that perhaps he should just do that. But, that could be rude to not recognize her greeting. That was the whole point of the trip, after all.

He extended his arm out similarly to her's. "I'm Gregory. Nice to make your acquaintance."

Lamia was getting bored now, and a tad fed up. The people here all seemed so absorbed with whatever it was they were doing; it was hard to get a word in. And that cute foxy male turned out to already have a woman with him. At least the food was good, she mused to herself as she absently munched on some Mediterranean-flavored chips (odd, how the humans named their food.... She had once sampled some actual fare from that particular body of water, and these chips tasted nothing like it). Lamia offered some chips to Mosh, but he politely refused.

"Your loss," the princess muttered, placing another chip in her mouth.

Then she caught sight of a female otter and smiled to herself. She'd always been fond of the frisky things, even though they didn't come down around her kingdom that often. Idly, she wondered what the otter was doing on the cruise; she looked rather young. That meant she'd only recently struck out into the world on her own.

Lamia had to laugh when she saw the otter dodging people's feet and ultimately shimmying up to a young man's shoulder. The animal knew how to move, that was for sure.

Then the otter transformed into a young woman with a contrite expression on her face. O-ho, Lamia thought. Not an animal after all. A passenger like the rest. That young man didn't have the most engaging of expressions on his face... Well, the girl was of the aquatic peoples, at least partially, and girls had to stick together. Plus, as Heir Apparent to Squiddicus, it was Lamia's duty to look after all water people, not just her own. So thinking, she raised a hand (now devoid of chips, as she had since consumed them all) and pointed a finger in the direction of the otter-girl and Mr. Snooty-Face.

"Let's head that way, Mosh," she declared, moving her voluminous tail-fin around chipperly. "Did you see that girl change? It would be lovely to have a chance to converse with another water-dweller on this trip; up until now I'd thought we were the only ones."

"So did I, Lamia. It would seem that we thought wrong." So saying, Mosh steered Lamia's tank towards the two who were conversing.

Gregory noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Assuming that the introductions were finished with Ms. Clair, he put his hand down and tried to glance over at the odd site without staring. (He may have been a snoot, but he wasn't a rude snob.) He immidiately noticed it was a male and female mermaid. He had only seen them in textbooks before. It's quite a site to see something one found beautiful and curious for the first time in person.

He almost turned his head to stare when he realized they were coming his way. He made a comment to Ms Clair. "I think we may have some company."

Clair nodded when she saw the two mermaids. The girl looked nice and clair smiled at her. He loved to met other water creatures since she was always looking for her real parents. She competley forgot about Gregory and ran over to the girl happly. When she got closer she turned into her otter form and hoped into her tub. She looked at the girl and smiled "hello" he said happly as she swam around in the tub. "my name is Clair and it is nice to met you" she said happly.

Gregory decided that the best course of action would be to fade into the background and observe. He was one hundered percent sure that if he were to go over there, his mouth would hang agape and he wouldn't be able to stop combing the two with his eyes.

He decided to observe, but that he shouldn't stick around for too long lest he grow even hungrier.

Quick as a flash, Mosh had grabbed the otter and thrown her out onto the deck. Lamia's eyes widened at the sight of Clair slamming onto the deckboards, then sat straight up and glared at him.

"Mosh!" She scolded. "That is hardly the way to get on the right foot with people, especially here!"

Mosh's face was as composed as ever, although there was a slight tic in his forehead. "I am sorry, Your Majesty," he addressed Lamia; the only times he called her by her formal title were if he was angry or distressed. Maybe now he was both. "It was... it was reflex."

"Well, you will have to do your best to think before you act out on this ship," Lamia continued on in a harsh tone. "Besides, if you haven't forgotten I am quite capable of taking care of myself. What could she do in that form anyway, bite my face off? Couldn't you see that the poor thing meant no harm?"

The princess leaned out over the side of the tank, gazing over at Clair with worried eyes. "I apologize most profusely for my bodyguard's behavior, Clair. Should you choose to shun me after this, I will understand. However, it is my wish that, as fellow water-dwellers, we have the opportunity to get to know one another."

As she spoke, she tried to ignore the silence that had fallen over the people surrounding them, the shocked looks that were being directed their way, the murmurs that were beginning to rise nearby.

"Not the right way to start off this cruise at all, Mosh," she muttered so that only she herself could hear.

Clair turned back into her human form and stood up. She smiled at the girl and shook her head "I will nto shun you but him on the other hand." she said and as she walked over to Mosh and grabed him by the shirt and threw him into the wall. She may be a girl but she wasn't weak, infact she was stronger then you think a girl her age should be. "that is for before" he yelled at him. She then turned back to the girl with a smile on her face like she had not just thrown her bodyguard into a wall. "yes I would also like to get to know you better." she said and turned back into her otter form and jumped back into her tub happly.

The clock couldn't have struck four at a better time. An already long day had grown even more tiresome when Abigail Parish came to the grim realization that today was none other than lasagna day. The dishes had piled to inconceivable heights with pans and plates crusted over with cheese and tomato sauce. The scrubbing was exhausting and painful, and the smell of simmering food wafting in from the next room not helping the green-haired dishwasher's already growling stomach.

With that, she put one foot right in front of the other, out the swinging kitchen door and onto the deck. "Oh, come on!" Abigail cried almost immediately, stomping one combat-boot-clad foot on the deck - the deck that, at present, appeared to be coated with a thin, slimy layer of green indiscernable muck.

This was a wrong move.

When the young dishwasher's foot met the deck again, she promptly slid, dragging the entire backside of her body through the gunk.

With a sigh, she got to her feet, rubbed her back, and tried to carry on as though she hadn't just slid ten feet through a mystical substance of which she wasn't quite sure she wanted to know the origin. "Things could be worse, self," Abigail muttered, "At least be grateful the slime matches your shoes."

Scraping by the little concession stand at her left (swiping a bottle of water as she did so), Abigail made her way across the deck to stand by a blonde-haired stranger. She'd never met him before and he admittedly wasn't her first choice for a chat, but he'd do in a pinch.

She took in the sight of the scene unfolding before her - one that involved an otter being flopped unceremoniously to the floor below - with a mild interest. Nudging her likely reluctant companion in the side, Abigail nodded in the direction of the three. "Nothing quite like dinner and a show, eh?"

The blonde wizard had a small jump as he looked to his right. There was a short woman. But, not just any woman. Good. God. What on Earth was she wearing?! He initially had no idea what to think. He had heard of these types with their crazy dress. But, much like the mermaid, it was an experience all its own to see one in person.

He couldn't help himself. He had to comment. This was a moment he could only experience now.
"I quite agree. By the way, excellent hair. I heard they were having troubles finding tissues for trolls."

He felt so damn smug. It felt good to dish out the first insult of the trip.

Abigail chuckled and rolled her eyes. How clever was he? This pretty boy obviously thought well of himself. Must have thought he was really cute for knocking her hair in such a subtle manner.

"I'd love to sit cook up a good response to that," she started, turning to better face the young man,"but well... my mother always said that actions speak louder than words, and I'm feeling like giving a demonstration." With that, she swung back her arm and released swiftly, nearly allowing it to connect with his nose. Abigail's clenched fist stopped a hair away from impact, and she let it linger for effect before allowing her arm to drop as she slouched back against the wall.

After a pause, she chuckled lightly and said "Come to think of it, I'm not quite sure that's exactlywhat Mom had in mind."

She felt so damn satisfied. It felt good to take the first swing of the trip.

He flinched and tried to remember the spell that turned him to rubber. But, he stopped just before he was about to say the spell. He blinked uncontrolably, still unsure of what was going on. Gregory realized that this... woman almost caused him harm.

He tried to come up with something intelligent and snarky. However, the best he could come up with was, "I-I'll have you know that I am a very powerful wizard. I could turn you into a very green lizard!"

Even he didn't feel threatened by it. It didn't help that he couldn't make his mouth co-opperate.

Abigail grinned smugly, pleased that she seemed to have at least temporarily stunned this snarky little fellow.

In response to his threat, the dishwasher merely shrugged. Whatever creature this blonde guy was, he didn't look to be a very big threat whatsoever. "You could, I guess," she started, looking up sideways at the young man, "But I'd think by now you're well aware that being, ah, 'very green' isn't a very threatening concept to me." As if to further prove this point, Abigail ran a hand through her short spikes and clicked her green boots together like Dorothy did in Oz.

After a moment, Abigail sighed. Belligerence grew stale pretty quickly when your prey was as boring as this. Certainly there had to be a better way to pass the time on a luxury cruise ship than arguing with a self-righteous snoot. She shoved herself off the wall and into an upright position.

"Well, it's been real," she stated in mock sincerity, then snickered. "Smell you later, blondie!"

With that, she strode off, in search of better conversations to be involved in - or to eavesdrop on. Whatever worked.

Skylar let out a content and tired sigh. The big rush for dinner was over and now all that were left were a few stragglers who were eating slowly. Grabbing her own dinner and her current reading material, she threw off her white toque, apron and double breasted jacket to leave her in a tan tunic and dark green pants and bid the rest of the kitchens staff good night as she left for her room. But as she was leaving she saw one of the dish washer girls huff off, leaving behind a frustrated man. She could hardly go back to her room and ignore a problem that may come back and bite her kitchen in the behind. Skylar kept her bag of food balanced and book between her hip and her arm as she carefully managed through the bustling deck to the blond man.

"Excuse me sir, if you do not mind me asking, did you have a problem with your meal or your dinner experience? I'm one of the head chefs. Is there any way I can service you? You have a look of dissatisfaction." The customer always came first, and with this ship being full of some creatures that could easily over power her, it didn't hurt to be polite to strangers.

Flabbergasted. That was the only word to describe his current status. He had been insulted, threatened. And, for the first time in his life, his threat of power held no bearing upon the person in question. He was confused and furious. The girl wanted to be lizard-like? Fine. As she turned away, he pulled out a eight inch wand from his coat pocket. He whispered a spell he was sure the girl could not hear. With a silent burst of color, the girl now had an iguana-like tail protruding from her back side. And, with this spell, it could only be fixed when he willed it. This would be most enjoyable.

'She deserved it, the green harlot,' he thought.

An (what he assumed was an employee) approached him and asked if there was anything he needed and that he looked dissatisfied. He contemplated his current trick on the girl.
"Well, madam, I am quite satisfied now. Could you direct me to a fine eatery?" He had the broadest grin. He couldn't remember the last time he was this giddy. Most entertaining these next few days should be.

Lamia looked back at where Mosh was righting himself, looking quite disheveled and trying NOT to look that way at the same time. The overall effect was quite amusing. "Mosh, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were slacking," the princess told him, shaking her head. "You have of course been keeping up with your training?"

Mosh smoothed a hand over his hair and did his best to to outright glare at Clair. "Obviously not as much as I should be. My apologies, Your Highness. I will raise my training's level at once."

"See that you do," Lamia replied absently, watching Clair with a smile as the otter swam around her tail. This tank was only supposed to be big enough for one particular oceanic princess, but hey. Two's company, and there wasn't a third asking to join them. So not quite a crowd.

Her attention was diverted as she saw a woman with a particularly green backside walking away from a disgruntled looking young man--the same Mr. Snooty-Face that had been talking with Clair earlier, she realized. Lamia saw him pull out a wand and use it to give the woman an iguana tail.

She could not repress a derisive snort. "Really, he thinks THAT is going to put her off? She's on a cruise ship FULL of 'freaks'; I don't think this particular bit of blending in is going to rock her boat any." Glancing over her shoulder at her bodyguard, who had resumed his place behind her at the steering handles, she asked, "You think so, Mosh?"

"I agree, Your Majesty." Hoo, boy. He really was mad. She should remind herself to do something to make it up to him later. "I suspect that it is he who is imposing his own fears on the lady... Not the other way around."

Lamia did not bother to keep her voice down, and so neither did Mosh. What did she care if the young magician heard her? By that act alone he'd shown himself to be a twerp. With that thought in mind, the princess of Squiddicus began to braid her long brown hair, directing her gaze back to Clair. "So are you enjoying the ship so far, my young otter?"

Tawyna leaned against the doorway of her small cabin and surveyed the room. It was small and adequate...all she could need. She looked down to one of her suitcases and grinned. Binoculars, books, plenty of sunscreen, and her notebook. It was going to be a good trip.
She adjusted her big floppy sun hat and put her hand on the doorknob. It was only a momentary pause, but she used it to clear her mind of the delusions she'd thought she'd had when she stepped on board. Someone had looked more than a little green around the edges...they were completely green all over!
Nah, just her imagination and the beauty of the water.
She turned the knob and stepped out on deck; a small map in her hand that she glanced at before turning to her left and starting towards the bar. She grinned and pictured the mai-tai she was about to indulge in.

"Very nice to hear sir. Dinner is still going on. Just follow me sir." Skylar turned around to go back to where she was coming from, turning around to see if the passenger was still behind her and not lost in the crowd. It wasn't long before they were in front of the doors of the dining room.

"By the way, my name is Skylar, nice to meet you sir, and do have a nice meal." With a small bow, she turned around to search for her room. She was still planning tomorrow morning's meal details and there were only a few hours of free time before she had to wake for cooking...

Kevin 'prowled' around the ship, still in his humanoid form dressed in black slacks, enjoying the last rays of the sun before he went below to his heated blankets and a few snacks to enjoy. Though there were plenty of 'treats' on deck... He sighed and shifted into a panther and slid through the crowded deck easily. It seemed as if the deck never emptied...