The Queen of the Sapphire Waters - Survival Horror

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The Queen of the Sapphire Waters - Survival Horror

Postby Chemical Cutthroat on Thu Nov 08, 2012 11:27 pm

Day 0 – The Docks of Margate :1000:

Despite all of the excitement, everyone was being rather orderly about the entire experience. Large awnings stretched across the docks, giving the anxious passengers some much needed shade as they waited in line for their chance to board the majestic ship anchored just a short distance away. A grey furred news reporter chatted excitedly with people in line, being followed around by a rather stoic cameraman, his red scales barely visible behind his clunky camera as he doggedly followed the animated reporter around. At the moment, the duo was chatting up dreamkeepers waiting on the docks, giving candid interviews and walking the thin line between making the time go faster and being annoying.

A few keepers were walking the lanes, giving out bottled water, juices, and fermentae. Sure it was 10 in the morning, but this was a cruise ship!

The unpredictable fall weather was in full effect, and it was rather hot outside at the moment. Many keepers were holding jackets that they had been wearing earlier, or had gloves or hats stuffed into their pockets. The boats ferrying people back and forth were running as quickly and efficiently as possible, but it still felt like the line was never going to end...




((So a very short little intro to open things up. Assume you are not yet on the boat, but are instead somewhere in line. Perhaps chatting up someone nearby... another player, some NPC you made up, or maybe the TV guy has singled you out for questions. When I make my next post, I'll advance things along a little, and whoever wants to can move along to the ship. Or stay stuck in line. This is really just to get into the spirit of the characters, and to have a little fun and stretch your legs before the game starts in earnest. If any of your characters know each other, perhaps they showed up together! I'll let ya'll figure that out amongst each other.))
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Re: The Queen of the Sapphire Waters - Survival Horror

Postby Oseirus on Fri Nov 09, 2012 12:45 am

To say it was hot out wouldn't do the day justice. Oz had never coped well with heat, and despite the fact it was barely 10am, he was sweating profusely. He'd already gulped down a number of water bottles, but it wasn't doing much good, the thirst just wouldn't go away. His bladder screamed at him.

Slowly, but surely, he had been creeping his way towards the massive luxury liner. The walkway zigzagged a number of times before hopping up a slight incline onto a dock that served as a port for several ferries that shuttled people towards the ship. Each one seemed to be packed far over capacity, but like the ship itself, still somehow managed to stay afloat.

The sheer number of people that were being brought onto the ship was impressive in itself. A good percentage of the Andurunian population mulled about alongside of Oz, each with their own contorted expressions of excitement, impatience, and heat stroke. A news crew had passed by Oz a short while ago attempting to get an interview out of him, but due to a strange phobia of being recorded he declined. He wasn't sure if he knew anyone in the crowd. It was possible a distant cousin or one of his few friends had managed to score a ticket on board, but thus far he didn't see anyone he recognized.

Probably for the better though. Oz liked being alone. Sure he kept a few buddies that he would hang out with from time to time, but lately he'd been stressed and really wanted nothing to do with anyone. Ironically, a week-long cruise down the coastline packed onto a cityship full of strangers seemed like the perfect way to hide away from the world and collect himself. Or, at least that's what he kept telling himself.

Finally, after what felt like hours Oz managed to reach the main ferry gangways. A posh, terrier-looking individual sat behind the podium ahead of Oz conducting security checks and scanning tickets. He would scan each 'keeper's ticket and wave them through, his scruffy face popping up and down erratically as his surprisingly thick Talocan accent wished the passenger a pleasant cruise.

The ferry ride was a brief, though uncomfortable jaunt. As the tug creeped towards its destination, the other passengers began to grow restless with excitement. Not unruly, but the closer they got the more everyone tried to push towards the forward side of the boat to get a better look. The Queen of the Sapphire Waters itself was an incredible sight, as though someone had taken a pair of the Sabbatton Tower's satellite structures, laid them on their sides, and transformed them into a ludicrous catamaran.

Nothing, however, could compare to the moment that Oz stepped from the loading elevators and onto the ship. The humid morning and blazing sun were replaced with an Air Conditioner strong enough to freeze lava and a massive, sweeping atrium packed with astounded onlookers frantically trying to select the proper staircase or elevator to take them to their assigned rooms.

"Oh yes," though Oz "This is going to be a fantastic trip."
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Re: The Queen of the Sapphire Waters - Survival Horror

Postby RedFox on Fri Nov 09, 2012 4:21 am

"The sun goes down in the summer time
I'll be yours if you'll be mine
I tried to change, but I changed my mind
Think I'll have another glass of Talocan wine
"

Leon sang lazily as he strummed through an equally lazy chord progression on his compact travel guitar. A vendor had just passed him as he sang.

"Water please." He said coolly and flipped the young man a bill. He took a swig and set the bottle down, and continued to play. The line didn't seem so bad, with the music to occupy himself with. He had barely even look at The Queen. He figured he would have plenty of chances to see it once he was on board.

The line moved slowly but surely. It seemed within the next 15 minutes or so he would be on one of the ferries to get to the massive cruise liner. A light breeze shook his fur and he smiled lightly, packing up his guitar and preparing to show his pass. A short inspection and a hop into a ferry, and Leon was on the deck of The Queen.

He, in pure happenstance, glanced over and saw someone holding their ticket with the number proceeding his ticket. Must be his cabin-mate. He approached the young blue reptilian 'keeper and nudged his arm lightly.

"Hey. Can't help but notice your ticket. Guess we're cabin-mates." He smiled warmly. "Leon." He offered his hand out.
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Re: The Queen of the Sapphire Waters - Survival Horror

Postby Devious_Psychopath on Fri Nov 09, 2012 7:56 am

Alyx stood someplace towards the center of the line. He had two bags of luggage with him and held two coats in the fold of his arm.

As he waited for the line to move once more, he had begun to tap his foot.
-

Tap...

Although the expression on his face was neutral, he felt positively thrilled that he was here! That this was actually happening! To think, a whole 2 week away from those horrid little imps he called his class.

This was absolutely perfect.
-

Tap...

Well... He did still have to create lesson plans for the next two months during the cruise and present them to the superintendent upon return or he'd lose his job. So... Not completely perfect, but it was close. It was a miracle they were giving him a second chance, after he left to go pack for this cruise right in the middle of his class. It occurred to him that he could simply not do the lesson plans and never have to see them again.

He knew better, though.
-

Tap...

Teaching was his job and livelihood now. Without it, he would be nothing... again. He didn't wish to repeat that. Now, it wasn't that he hated teaching, and only stuck with it because it kept him fed. Quite the opposite, he loved to teach and pass on knowledge. No.... It certainly wasn't the teaching he hated.

It was the kids.
-

Tap...

If only he had become a highschool teacher instead. By then, kids had fallen into one of four categories.
1. They had become respectable people, at last.
2. They flunked out and now fill ditches for a living.
3. They were too busy trying to avoid Category 2, to actually still be an annoyance.
4. They got killed doing something stupid.

Alyx grinned at that.
-

He stopped tapping his foot. He looked skywards and opened his mouth.

"Sixteen." he said aloud.
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Re: The Queen of the Sapphire Waters - Survival Horror

Postby Chemical Cutthroat on Fri Nov 09, 2012 11:06 am

"...and let me see your ticket please." A soft voice said as Oseirus' ticket was plucked from his hand. A moment later a bright orange key had replaced it, large block letters showing 201. As Leon came over to introduce himself, the woman wearing the nametag 'Nancy' smiled and took his ticket, scanning it through the little machine she had before handing him an identical key as Oseirus'.

"Part of the maiden voyage was to ensure all of our rooms were filled to maximum capacity. Some of our larger rooms were booked for multiple keepers. You'll be pleased to find that there will be too seperate bedrooms connected to a single large living quarters. So think of it as having a roomate for an apartment that can rival the Sabbaton Towers." She spoke quickly but earnestly, and pointed to the walls, "The ship is layed out in levels, and you will periodically find the numbers on the walls corresponding to your location. Here on the main deck will be 0's. If you got lower, it counts up... so the floor below us is deck 1. After that is deck 2 and so forth. If you go up from here, the deck will have a plus next to the number. So +1, +2, and so on. It might be a little odd at first but you'll pick it up in no time. Enjoy your stay gentlemen."

She shooed the two of them off and immediately went to the next keeper in line. For all the waiting they had been doing, she hadn't even moved for hours. But she seemed relatively unphased.

This section of the main deck had a half-canopy the covered the raw flowood deck. From their perch they could look out and see Anduruna stretching out along the shore, and the long line of people weaving along the docks. The boats that had been taking them back and forth seemed like toys zipping through the blue waters below them.

The deck stretched out away from them, going off to wrap around the ship, and going deeper into the massive construction. As they went further in, the flowood floor shifted lush carpeting, and it was as though the world had shifted to a five star hotel.

Well, it had really.

The salty tang of the sea still hung in the air, but as the air conditioning kicked in it gradually reduced the smell till it was barely noticable. The walls were guilded with beautiful flowing designs, broken up by the occaisional bits of art and the huge stylized numbers that showed which deck level you were on. Elevators were spread out here and there, as were the stairs, wide affairs built to handle massive amounts of keeper-moving. Every now and then there would be a little stand with a map of the ship maked with a dot saying 'You Are Here'.

It felt like the dot never moved.


******

Far below on the docks, a microphone waved under Alyx's nose. Before he could really respond a barrage of questions were hitting him... What his name was, where he was from, what he was looking forward to...
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Re: The Queen of the Sapphire Waters - Survival Horror

Postby Thegunner18 on Fri Nov 09, 2012 3:10 pm

Marvelling at the architectural and engineering accomplishments that had to be pulled out of the bag when designing and building this ship seemed to be almost second nature for Soren at the moment. It was difficult to concentrate on anything else whilst not managing to catch a glimpse of the floating mini-city, and everything looked even more prominent and dazzling every time he gazed at it. How he had managed to get a place on here he didn’t know. The maiden voyage of any ship was always the most special of any of its journeys and Soren felt honoured to be given the chance to stay in it for a couple of weeks.

Despite all of this, though, Soren had mixed feelings. It wasn’t unusual for him. He liked having a few different opinions on things; it meant he was well-informed and being well-informed gave him knowledge: knowledge was power. Of course, he was sure that he was going to love the experience of being on the ship, but he knew zero working equalled zero productivity. That wasn’t exactly a good thought for him because he was huge workaholic. He was sure he could find a way around it.

Every now and then, Soren had to quickly take a mental note of where the TV crew were. Being unexpectedly jumped on by them was a horrid feeling. He’d had first-hand experience of that himself, unfortunately. Fortunately, lessons were learnt from it, so he always ran a number of possible questions through his mind in order to prepare himself. Soren felt sorry for the innocent person they had pounced on right now; it was a cruel world and being interviewed on live television was the epitome of cruelty and irritation. In his eyes, anyway…

”Ticket please.”

Soren snapped his head around in surprise. “Hm? Oh! Yes, sorry about that!” he apologised to the lady collecting the tickets and immediately stuck a hand into his shorts’ pocket to grab the ticket. He had been so engrossed in the goings on around him – including the surprisingly fitting and relaxing music someone had been playing – that he hadn’t realised he had been subconsciously moving gradually forward with the line. A moment later he handed the ticket over and gratefully received the key to his room. “Thanks very much!” Soren smiled and nodded briefly in acknowledgement after getting his ticket back.

A couple of minutes, a ferry trip and a security check later saw Soren walking slowly through the glitzy and glamorous hallways, taking in as much as he could. There’d be enough time to go exploring in a few days anyway. Still...it was impossible to ignore anything, much to the ship’s credit. After being outside in that heat waiting so long, Soren was sure that he’d just enjoy getting a bit of rest.
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Re: The Queen of the Sapphire Waters - Survival Horror

Postby Oseirus on Fri Nov 09, 2012 4:27 pm

Oz lept backwards as though he'd been electrocuted the moment Leon nudged his shoulder.

"I told you, I'm not doing any bloody int-...! Oh! My apologies. Nearly had to beat off that film crew earlier. Thought you were them. Can I help you?"

He puzzled over who this strange man was before him, and what in the world he could possibly want. It took a few moments for the gears in Oz's head to ratchet into place and register what the fellow had just said, and what his outstretched hand meant.

And once again Oz reeled. "I... right. Definitely wasn't expecting to share a suite with anyone." (despite what the kind Nancy had told him moments before). He took hold of Leon's hand and shook it briefly before retracting his own where it subconsciously wiped itself on his trousers.

"The name's Oseirus. Oz for short, please. My parents were weird. Nice to... er... meet and share a room with you, I suppose." He was never very good at people, especially total strangers that he was expected to share sleeping quarters with. Although he was grateful that the bedrooms were at least separate.
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Re: The Queen of the Sapphire Waters - Survival Horror

Postby Terminal on Fri Nov 09, 2012 4:32 pm

To many, this was a normal average everyday morning. To Cyprus, this was the morning of a nice vacation. Unfortunately enough, he had overslept his alarm and was now stuck somewhere in the middle of the line. His pan was to wake up super early, and be one of the first hundred people on...but my how quickly things change. THe line moved forward ever so slowly, and he along with it.

It was a good thing though, he needed to get out of his house more often, else he'd turn into that creepy guy no one wants to go near or the kids would say his house was haunted. Leaving it for a couple weeks was for the best, at least, that was what he kept telling himself.

The Queen of the Sapphire Waters or just The Queen was indeed an impressive ship. Quite beauifully made and it definately drew your eye. that and it was shiny. Very shiny. Cyprus was excited about going on a cruise, he had never set foot on a boat in his ife so this would be different. the line crept forward again.

Sudenly, the dull drone of the people changed and a single distinct voice was heard saying a single word. "Sixteen."

Well now, that call couldn't go unanswered! His number was 21, but still, gotta increment right.

"Seventeen!" Cyprus yelled back, well forward since the guy was ahead of him. Thus causing many people to turn and look at him with irritation.

"Sorry..." he muttered and adjusted the big military-esque bag on his shoulder.
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Re: The Queen of the Sapphire Waters - Survival Horror

Postby Avolendi on Fri Nov 09, 2012 6:14 pm

'Go early and you can get on quickly!' was what his friend had said. Either his concept of early was off or a lot of other people had the same idea. Standing in line for over an hour and having exhausted any interest in talking with the person behind him (a nice weasel girl who's parents had decided to give her the ticket to go together with some school friends who also won).

The initial excitement decided to take a detour until he reached the ship, which was clearly visible yet still so far away it was hard to make out any detail. At least he still had a book to keep his mind occupied as he slowly stepped forward every so often. Thing were getting interesting as he suddenly noticed the large blue square in front of him move and he was asked to present his ticket. After quickly stuffing his book away and looking through the bag for his ticket, he took the ticket from his pocket and showed it. Soon after he was cruising over the waves. The man in blue (who hadn't been interested in talking before) informed the driver with a posh accent from Theopanies if the cruise ship would be calmer, with a slightly disturbed tone in his voice.

The salt air was sticking in his nose, but the feeling of the waves under the ship was a curious sensation, having never been on an ocean faring ship before. With the ship closing in, the monstrosity of its size because apparent. It towered high out of the water and apparently also quite a bit into it. The lift came down and shortly after his ticket was replaced by a key.
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Re: The Queen of the Sapphire Waters - Survival Horror

Postby Chemical Cutthroat on Fri Nov 09, 2012 8:02 pm

Day 0 – The Main Deck of The Queen : 1200

The hallways were filled with excited dreamkeepers moving to and fro, trying to get settled into their cabins... or find them in some cases. The lines for the elevators were a little on the ridiculous side, and plenty of people were taking the stairs instead.

Soren had received a key for room 153.

“You may find room numbers with a letter at the end of them.” The attendant had told him, “If the address is 153A for example, that means it's on the opposite side of the ship from this one. You shouldn't have to worry about that though, as the ferries are dropping people off on that side as well as this one to keep things running smoothly, and so you don't have to walk! That might take a while.”

Elsewhere, another group of keepers were being hoisted onto the Main Deck. As the protective railing swung open they happily marched out, forming yet another line, but this one for keys.

Escal was given a key to room 283.
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