route a (6/19) day one - MORNING to AFTERNOON

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[ Good morning, sleepy heads! And welcome to your new lives! ]

[ Doesn't matter where you fell asleep last night. Doesn't matter if you even did fall asleep last night. When you wake up, and it's probably hard not to when a swarm of seagulls all start cawwing at once as something startles them, you're going to find yourself somewhere you probably don't want to be. It's dark and cramped in the too-small room you've woken up in, and all around you, others are stirring in cots lining the walls. The smell of the sea is very strong, salty and sharp, and from the rocking motion and sound of waves coming from outside the half-open door to your room, it should be obvious where you are. ]

[ Should you have the courage to step outside that room and acknowledge this isn't some bad dream, you'll find yourself on the deck of what the more nautically-knowledgeable of you would recognize to be a galleon. The sails are furled, the anchor is dropped, and you are at shore. Not distant from you, just a few paddles on one of the smaller expeditionary boats, lies the walls of what once had to be a magnificent island city. GUN-SHIP ISLAND. The entire island, from shore to shore, is covered in buildings, many rising high into the sky, and all showing unmistakable signs of being abandoned. The entire island lies in ruins, the wall shattered in many places you can see from what is likely cannon-fire. Vegetation grows rampant, grass and vines, and what seems to be the tops of trees are visible over some dilapidated buildings toward the center of town. ]

[ Whether you like tales of adventure on the high seas or not, you find yourself in the middle of one. It's time to decide what to do now, to find some clues, to hope for the best! Weigh anchor, pirates! ]



(5 SECTIONS: ○ on deck, ○ cargo hold, ○ captain's room, ○ the shore, ○ the city)

route b (6/19) day one - MORNING to AFTERNOON

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[ You're under the deck of a ship, caught somewhere between dozing off and waking up. You're moving around, trying to get comfortable again, but it's kind of hard when you're in a hammock. It sucks. ]

[ Wait, ship? That's right. You're in the dark, damp, underbelly of a wooden ship. ]

[ Wake up, residents! Say good morning to your crew. It shouldn't be that hard, you guys are crammed in like sardines. And hey, you're going to be stuck with them for a while, after all. Above deck you can hear the seagulls crying---er, cawing. ]

[ Welcome to the island of Leukos. Out on shore there's already a commotion over the presence your ship. Oh man. ]



(5 SECTIONS: ○ wake up, ○ head to shore, ○ shopping, ○ market, ○ beach)

thirty-one

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[Vampires, voyages, vagrants to come, oh my! This month has already been too much for the little tyke. He's sore, hazy, and stooped a bit from over stimulation and worry. Right now, though, he's patiently sitting outside in the church's courtyard, a book on tying knots and weaving open on the grass as he fiddles with it.]

What if the people outside don't want to come in? Some people here didn't want to be taken from their world, why would they? I'd be better if we just all left each other alone. There'd be less fighting. Less people hurt.

Still. I wonder what it looks like. Is it cold? Hot?

Maybe we should send sweaters.

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( Asuka, Pharos, Neltharion, Nancy. )

Housewarming Party At Wes' New Digs

[demonologist]

Who: Wesley Wyndam-Pryce and Guests
What: A housewarming BBQ at Wes' new townhouse apartment.
When: June 18th
Where: Wes' place
Rating: PG for now, will update if there are shenanigans
Notes: Backtags are love. Gatecrashers are love. Multiple threadjacks, own threads etc are fine. Have fun with it! Just getting up the location tags then we are good to go.



Wes was a little nervous when the time approached for the guests to start arriving. He wasn't really one for hosting parties and so there was apprehension as to how it all would go. Hopefully it would be a success and everyone would have a fun time. He had to marvel at how Fred had managed to put everything together for him. He was simply amazed by her tireless energy and determination to make his party a success. Lorne had come through with the liquor too. He was most definitely going to have to make it up to the both of them for their help.

He had one more walk around the apartment to make sure that everything was looking immaculate. There were a few extra chairs in the living room, the kitchen currently had Fred buzzing around in it making some finishing touches, the bathroom was well stocked with toiletries, the bedroom was tidy (not that he expected anyone to spend time in there), and the backyard had several extra patio tables and chairs set out for people to mingle there. It was where the grill was set up as well, and apparently he was going to man it. To that end, Fred had gifted him a grilling apron to wear for the occasion.

As for the food, well the menu was centred on home-style bbq cooking, so the guests could expect: hamburgers, lime chicken and shrimp kabobs, buffalo wings, grilled corn on the cobb, grilled garlic tomatoes and baked apple pie with home-made ice cream for dessert. There was also chex-mix and other nibbles for those more inclined to graze.

route a (6/19) day one - NIGHT

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[ Everyone back on the boat? No? Then wait, jerks. Don't abandon your crew and fellow Paradisans on that filthy island! ]

[ Okay, now everyone's back? Cool! It was late afternoon when you guys woke up, so evening is falling fast when you guys were busy exploring that island. Didn't you get enough hints that you need to get out of dodge, and fast? Get to it, ladies and gentlemen! ]

[ It seems your map has a route planned on it already, and there is a stern warning to not divert course, lest you become a light snack for something "very big and very ugly." Gun Ship Island is clearly marked, and the line moves on to another island called Cape Triumph, on from there to Purgatorio, and from there... the final destination is unlabeled, and appears to be nothing more than the sea. ]

[ There's also a second chart, much more detailed, that appears to be describing your current location with very specific instructions. Gun Ship Island is surrounded by a reef with only one way in and out, and luckily, it will be very easy to steer the ship into the plainly-marked pass. Where things might get concerning is what lies outside that pass... ]

(4 SECTIONS: ○ the pass, ○ 'freedom', ○ sea queen, ○ escape)

route b (6/19) day one - NIGHT

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[ What a day, what a day. Hopefully you've got your ship stocked up nice and good, because it looks like the nice hotels here are out of your price range, and nobody's willing to let you stay at their house... no matter how much you suck up. Bummer. ]

[ So, it looks like your only choices are sleeping on the ship or passing out on the beach. They've got rows of beach chairs, right? It's got to be more comfortable than those hammocks were. Too bad the noise is picking up along the beach... Is the place getting busier at night? Maybe it's worth checking out. ]

(2 SECTIONS: ○ back on the ship, ○ back on the shore)

route c (6/19) day one - NIGHT

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[ How's the sunset? Amazing, right? Well, the shore stores are slowing opening. The torches are being lit and people are digging ditches for some bonfires. Time to get your party on. ]

[ Bars, drinking, hanging out. People are helping with the set up while others are already getting smashed. Slowly the sound of music and the smell of grilled food hit the air. And hey, those possibly-familiar faces from earlier and helping set up! ]


(2 SECTIONS: ○ sunset, ○ party)

025--dictated/action spam for route A people;

[bigbad]

[Spike is standing on the deck looking out over the water and enjoying the feel of sun on his skin. Not all of his skin, anymore, as he has found a long black coat with minimal ruffles and some other piratey clothes, but on his face, his hands, through his clothing...

All right, he's gotten used to that in Paradisa. The alternate dimension sun doesn't burn him like the earth sun does, but this is different. He's not sure if this sun is the same as the one at the castle or not, but it doesn't matter. He's weak and he's breathing and he's got a heartbeat and he can feel the sun.

He opens his journal and speak into it.]

Apparently I'm human now. Does this come along with the whole boat bit or is it something different?

thirtieth labyrinth

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[This afternoon, Felix shelters in one of the bungalows, his back purposefully to the ocean as he pulls out his journal.

The calmness of his manner is betrayed by the slight waver in his voice as he speaks.]

Even having been told the castle could do something like this, I do not think I truly comprehended what everyone meant until now.

Despite the relatively small group of us here, we awoke inside the most monstrously large boat I have ever seen.

I will venture to guess that the rest of you are somewhere else out there in this new world. I can't quite believe that the castle would send what must certainly be more than half the residents home at once.

Wherever the rest of you are...I wish you luck.

[Ashura]

Where are you?

((ooc: totally open via journal or in person for Route C))

Route A: Chilling

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[Percy is sitting on the deck with his legs dangling off the side of the ship. His eyes are half-closed as he enjoys the sea. This is by far the best thing that's happened in Paradisa. He doesn't even mind being thought of as a pirate. He'll gladly talk to any shipmates who happen to pass by]

Oh, I forgot! Hey, Violet! You doing okay? I didn't see you around so I'm guessing you're on another boat or something.

Pie #3 - Three-Plum [Backdated to before the Pirate-y shenanigans!]

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[Guess who's...not baking for once? It's a Ned, out on the grounds, and wondering where Chuck went. He's got his journal open, looking for any sign of her that his semi-frantic searching wouldn't provide. He's trying to remain calm, knowing that he has to make it up to her after disappearing after their child disappeared.After a while, a thought occurs to him, so he raises his journal up to his face and speaks it for whoever's got their journal open to hear.]

Hey...uhh...it's Ned. I've been meaning to ask this for a while now, but then things kept happening and I never got around to it. Anyway, I'm sure some of you know of the restaurant in town, The Pie Hole? What I'm wondering is who's been running it, and if they need any help.

Just...uhh...let me know here, and we can figure something out. It'd give the castle's kitchen a break, at least. [He laughs nervously.]

Boat Log One: Leukos [Written]

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[Rhyme's handwriting is semi-neat, as much as it can be for swaying back and forth and writing on her lap. She's careful, but there are still some lines askew from when a line is drawn accidentally, but they don't screw up the writing. She seems very absorbed.]

Hey, everyone. I guess you must not all be on this boat, it's way too small to carry everyone. Hopefully, you're all okay. Our boat landed on an island called Leukos, and it's pretty nice. We traded some of our weapons for money, and now I think we're all stocked up. The islanders thought we were pirates, but after we told them several times that we are peaceful, they let us trade. So now we're docked, and some people are still out, but I'm on the boat for the moment.

Anything happen with you?

?57

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( friends } )

[and with that, Sweets is taking a break from exploring and leaning against the railing of the ship, just looking over the boat and everything on it, and he can't help but smile]

You gotta admit -- this really is pretty cool.


[Open for action to the members of Route B, if you think you're on his friends filter, you're on it, and otherwise everything else is open like an open thing. Have fun. =D]

12 ♢ i'm on a boat

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( Friends I haven't seen yet )

Scroll Six

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( Ponies )

[And added in later on, Spike is pacing back and forth on the deck of that luxurious ship, looking increasingly worried. It's bad enough Applejack was eaten by vampires (she wasn't) but now it looks like Twilight has been...eaten by sharks? Oh man, what if she got eaten by sharks?!!!]

Has anyone seen a unicorn called Twilight Sparkle? She's purple and has pinky-purple streaks in her hair, and she's probably around books or...something. It's really important that I find her.

[[ooc: Journals or action spam on Route C]]

⊕ .018 caliber

[neverplays]

I hope none of you on this boat puke easy.

I don't want to hear hurling noises all day long.



[Damian]

Where the fuck are you?

Can you even see over the railings?

∅ twenty-first virus unleashed

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[Soooo...Hardison got his drink on a bit tonight. It helps to forget the fact that he's where he is and...not inside somewhere comfortable and cool and...INSIDE.

And then he found his way down to the chairs that are on the beach. It beats being in a hammock on a boat, that's for sure. So he's just sprawled here for a bit, feeling chill and tipsy, and then decides he needs to check in on a couple of his favorite girls that he hasn't seen or heard from.]

( Sophie )

( Angela )

[And then he jumps a mile and yelps]

Somethin' just crawled on me! I think somethin' just crawled on me!


{Open in journal to other crews in in person to anyone on B.}

02 - Route A, after escaping the tentacle monster

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[So. Isabela has taken over the captain's quarters and she's chillaxin' for a few minutes.]

Alright crew, this is your captain speaking. If you haven't met me yet, my name is Isabela and I was the sexy woman who was steering the ship today.

First order of business. We need more rum. Sycophants, take note. If you want to start sucking up early, get me some rum.

Second order of business. I need the sailors to tell me who you actually are. This is important because I don't think half of you know the bow of the ship from the stern and I can't possibly teach everybody how to sail. Or at least learn enough so we won't die in a storm.

Third. Lessons in using swords. And cannons. Find Alleyne if you need to learn.

Fourth. I'm naming the ship the Siren's Call II Typhoon unless somebody comes up with something more creative.

Fifth. Congratulations for not dying on our first day at sea. I honestly expected nobody to survive, but hey, we did it! I'd break out the rum, but we don't have any.

[...somebody's a little bitter about the lack of rum, but she'll soon head back out to the helm.]

♈ Aradia: Check on your friends.

[psych0p0mps]

[ Filter: Everybody she knows !!! ]

good evening
if you can see this filter please check in
it seems theres been a world change but we are not all in the same boat obviously
so wheres everybody at and whats up


[ Action: Route B ]

[As night falls, Aradia can be found hanging out on deck, taking a look at the Route Map under the moonlight. Debating going out on the town, since... even though she's been up all day she knows she's not going to sleep well. HOORAY, PROCRASTINATION.]

Hm. It's awfully pushy about our course.