File 004 - Stowaway (backdated to 06/09)

[perpetualized]

Morning!

[Jack is sounding rather chipper, despite having a strange morning. Whenever he sleeps, he knows something odd is going around, and he wasn't disappointed this time. Waking up on a ship in a place he hadn't seen before is just the change of pace he's been needing. The castle was getting a bit boring, no offense.]

So, did anyone else wake up on a ship this morning?

004; en route a

[covetly.livejournal.com]

[ There are few things more frightening than being in a huge battle...and having to worry more about the rocking and shaking of the boat when your only means of existence is a fragile glass flask that you are incapable of touching. Which meant that for the whole ordeal Amoretta's had to stay in her cabin, holding all her pillows around it as best she can to keep it from being upset )8

It's beyond exhausting work--so with a faint note of uncertainty in her voice she at least tries to call out now that danger is passed; ]

Someone....anyone? Please help me....


[ ooc; ;; OPEN TO ROUTE A PEEPS. oh my god this day has been the worst ever for her people seriously ;A; ]

forty-two waves

[endthem.livejournal.com]

[funny thing about the decks of ships-- there is wind. The kind that blows journals open, allowing the unmistakable sound of someone retching overboard to carry across the pages.

Very early in the morning.
You're all welcome for the wake-up call.


Legato hasn't moved much since the battle with the Sea Queen... primarily because he hasn't been able to leave the railing for more than a few minutes at a time with the way his stomach has been roiling. ...He may have spent most of the night there, in fact. Over at some quiet section of the ship, leaning miserably over the railing, his infamous coat left behind in some forgotten corner below-deck. Dead-eyed and pale.

...He is finding that oceans aren't quite so interesting, anymore]


((ooc: forward-dated to the early morning, but... he'll pretty much be in that same spot all day. Desert-planet-dwellers aren't meant for ocean travel. Thanks for jinxing everyone, Mindy!))

twelfth phase [ dictated / action ]

[walkinthruwalls]

[ Since she doesn't know if the loss is over and she hasn't seen either him or the dog aboard her ship - though she does admit that she could have missed either - she figures it's worth a shot asking ]

Has anyone seen a brown Labrador? He's pretty big with a name tag. [ If he's not around, maybe he got lucky and got left in the castle? If he's still a dog, anyway ]

I've heard of a few people being changed to human too, but what about powers? Has anyone lost anything? You can filter it too if you'd prefer.

I've never really been on a boat before. I've flown over the ocean but being on it's different. It's quite nice.

[ And she leaves the journal open for responses, or for action spam in route a ]

[ ooc; tagging into yesterdays posts now. stupid work :c ]

020.

[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

[Even after watching the sunrise on a beautiful island, Brennan does not look so pleased. She sits on the steps of her bungalow, skimming through the journal as she looks for something specific.

When she does not find it, she scowls.]

I am thankful that these journals are still functioning, wherever we may be now. But I am not pleased with having been transported against my will again. I have responsibilities back in Paradisa that I cannot afford to be taken away from.

[Namely, she's concerned with the decomposing bodies she left in the make-shift lab room attached to her quarters in the castle. And the progress of the actual lab space Booth had surprised her with earlier in the week.]


[Booth]

Where are you?

[She looks as if she's about to close the journal at that point when she changes her mind.]

Has anyone seen Special Agent Seeley Booth? I... am concerned that he is not on the cruise ship, or anywhere on this island.



[ooc: open via journal, or action for those on route c!]

First roll of the die

[thedicearecast.livejournal.com]

[Over all? Amelia is not enjoying her introduction to Paradisa a single bit. The idea that's she's been snatched from not just her motel room, but her entire world is bad enough. But she's also struggling to walk on something called a ship, without having to stop every five minutes to heave over the railing or into a bucket. The ocean may be pretty, but that's about all it's good for as far as she's concerned.

Below decks though, she finds something interesting. Some book with her name on it, and she starts flipping through just to figure out what this is.

It doesn't help much. But it does trigger it to start recording.]

What in the world is this? [A pause.]

Wait, that's what I--

[...]

Why is this thing writing down everything I say? And how?


(Open over the journal, or for action to anyone on route a! Please don't kill the newb if she does it wrong? /)_(\)

route b (6/20) day two - MORNING to AFTERNOON

[tidalsurge.livejournal.com]

[ What a party. Did most of you party hardy? Did you party so hardy that most of you now have wads of booze soaked cash under your shirt? Yeah, that's gross--But at least you've got some money! Go shopping or pig out for yourself. It's up to you, but you do need to set sail soon. ]

[ It doesn't take a genius to figure out that you really are starting to overstay your welcome. People are starting to whisper about calling in the Navy, and hey, last thing you guys want is to have the Navy hounding you. You didn't forget about the map, right? ]

(4 SECTIONS: ○ talk, ○ shop, ○ market, ○ beach)

➳ 3

[daine.livejournal.com]

[Up on the deck of the Typhoon (?), Daine's sitting a few feet away from the edge of the ship, unstrung bow in her lap. She has a cloth in one hand as she gets to work cleaning her weapon. While it doesn't exactly need it, it's something to keep her focused.]

While I don't mind ships or sailing, it's a little disconcerting being dropped on to one with no idea of where you're heading. Besides that, only a few people here are adept at running a ship. [She exhales a little.] I suppose we should be grateful for those we do have.

[She sits back against a barrel as gulls begin to line themselves on the ship's railing, keeping eerily silent.]

[OOC: Open journal or action for Route A!]

navy (6/20) day two - AFTERNOON to EVENING

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

[ Welcome to Purgatorio. It's the jewel of the ocean, the envy of the world, an island that's as pristine and polished as the Navy itself. People from all over the world come to enjoy the high culture. Of course, it's not like this is your first time visiting. It's where the Navy keeps it headquarters, after all, and that's exactly where you're heading. ]

[ Your wise and venerable leader, the Fleet Admiral, has called all of you Admirals together for a meeting. New assignments, updates, and the current going-ons will all be addressed. It's kind of a big deal. When it's time, get your asses to the meeting. But until then, take some time to chill out with your Navy bros. ]

(5 SECTIONS: ○ bar, ○ gardens, ○ greetings, ○ assignments, ○ meeting end)

018 Points -> Journal / Route A action

[tomatoandbasil.livejournal.com]

[Before doing anything else today, Alleyne is chewing on a fresh lime. She's a bit dehydrated; as to be expected with a hangover, and a bit of juice and tartness should cut the edge off of that. She tears off a little bite of seedy pulp for Jaina!bird, who's still sitting on her ear, happy as can be.

While she's snacking, she takes out her journal and writes a quick note.]

( To anyone and everyone Alleyne knows )

[After that, she can be found on deck, practicing her swordplay and adjusting her movements to the waves and her lack of depth perception. She's doing fancy twirling movements with the handle and whatnot. It's been a long time since she used a sword, but she was quick to adapt and a deft hand with a bladed or bludgeoning weapon.

As she does this, she begins to speak.]

For those of you that don't know me, I am the Alleyne that Captain Isabela spoke of. If you don't know, I am a combat instructor. I was back home, I am at the castle, and I shall continue my work here. We're going to need to fine-tune your swordhands strong and quick if we expect to survive if our encounters yesterday are any indication. We don't know how long we'll be here, so it's best that everyone learns how to at least wield a blade properly. Swords have less reach than guns or cannons, but they also require no ammunition, and there is plenty more of them to go around than bullets.

If you already know, there is room for improvement. Please, for the love of gods, keep your skills sharp out here. If you have never fought before, know I am competent but strict. Even if you're a medic, you'll need basic training. Even if you are a child, you're going to need it. I've taught countless children back home and here; you'll do fine. I'm open for classroom structure teaching, one on one sparring, and setting up duels and practice between you all.

Kitty, you're with me as my assistant again. If anyone needs help learning how to fire a gun, I know Booth is quite adept at it, if he'd like to be another assistant. If anyone else wants to help on that end, by all means, assist me in teaching.

That is all.

[Back to swordswinging and shadowboxing.]

[ooc: Open for action/threadjack spam for Route A goers! If replying to her journal entry, if you think you're on the filter, you are. Even if you've all only spoken once with her, go ahead and czech on in!]

041

[someoneto-carry.livejournal.com]

[While Isabela is completely at home, Zoe is more unsure because this is a ship on the water and not the sky. More than that, she's the business type that would rather prefer someone else took helm. If only Mal was here now; she'll dictate]

This is Zoe, your...stand-in Captain speakin'. It looks like we've been wearin' down our welcome, so let's get ourselves organized and outta here before the fed- Navy comes. So let's get down to business.

I don't know the crew we got, so if there are anyone experienced with seafarin' you need to speak up and let us know what you can do. That includes captaining seaships since you'd be better for the helm than I. Anyone else speak up with any sort of skills you can bring to the table.

That said, we need to make sure we got enough supplies to set out on. World changes can last anywhere from a few days to a couple weeks, so make sure we're prepared. Who knows when we'll see shore again. If you're not sure what to get- think non-perishable foods, water, tools, rope and alcohol. Any other suggestions would be welcomed.

I want everyone back to the ship within two hours. Last thing we want is to leave someone behind and right now we got no way of knowin' whose with us, so make sure not to get left.

( Friends )

[Editted in Later]

Looks like we got ourselves a sea captain. I'll be passin' the helm over to Captain A. Phale, so look to him for any new orders.

[OOC: Up a bit early, so feel free to keep tagging in the action post for Route B! And as she said, if there are any characters experienced with seafaring or captaining and would like to captain - the helm is all yours :D ]

(no subject)

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[A muffled whimper, and airborn thrashings, as Del has managed to get tangled in the rigging]

It's supposed to be easy like the monkey made it look! Just because there wasn't that apple there anywhere the picture boy would have been able I don't want to make memories of this and I'm stuck stuck stuck stuck I don't like it...

Stuck, stride, stroke...

...this doesn't count as a tree...

((Open on in person and on the journal))

(no subject)

[matchmaker.livejournal.com]

[It wasn't often that a god felt confined enough to go a little stir-crazy. Sure, the island was nice and everything, but for someone who had previously been able to cross worlds and dimensions in the blink of an eye, it was a little stifling--even moreso than the castle.

Cupid's been trying to overcome this not-so-cabin fever by taking to the skies. Obviously, he hasn't had much luck. After a few unsuccessful attempts, he gets the bright idea to teleport himself up into one of the taller trees (at least he could still manage to get that far) so that he could achieve some lift with his wings on the way down.

Needless to say, this doesn't go off exactly as he planned. Instead, the god of desire finds himself face-planting into a bank of sand with a very audible thud. He'll go ahead and spit out the sand particles out of his mouth, before pushing himself back to his feet and reaching down to collect his journal, that fell open during that sweet dismount]

Well, that sucked...


[ Journal post open to all, action spam only open to those on route C. ]

Eleventh Negotiations; Audio

[succubitch]

Overall, if the Castle decided to change everything and I end up on a cruise ship docked at a tropical island?

Pretty sure I came out ahead on this one.

[She's currently laid out in one of the lounge chairs, sipping a Mai Tai. Might as well make the most of the environment, after all.]

A little boring though, but overall, could be worse.

[ooc: journal post open to everyone, and action is open to those on route C]

route b (6/20) day two - NIGHT

[tidalsurge.livejournal.com]

[ You all gave yourselves the day to stock up, yeah? Well, it's about time to cast off. Hopefully some of you stuck around and got comfortable with working the ship, too. You'll find that the weather is in your favor tonight! ]

[ Now might be a good time to set sail. ]

(3 SECTIONS: ○ get the crew, ○ last island shenanigans, ○ set sail!)

(no subject)

[protects.livejournal.com]

( Fang Gang & Scoobies )

( Formerly vampire, now human Spike )

[And after reaching out to his friends due to the fact that he can't track them down quite so easily what with being made human, Angel can be found out in the sun, lingering near the water. He was used to the sunshine room back at the castle, so it's not like this was a new experience for him, but that didn't stop him from going out of his way to enjoy it while he still could]


[ Open only to those listed on the filters and people on route C. ]

8th Death | Journal / Action for Route A

[twisted-baroque.livejournal.com]

( People who Dextera knows )

[anybody up on deck can find Dextera hanging around by the edge. he's never really seen a body of water like this before, so now that the danger is gone for the moment he'll be out here for as long as he can be. was this the Pure Water that Eliza was looking for? She'd like it here...maybe Alice too...without all the flesh-eating monsters, of course.

eventually, he shrugs out of his blood-stained coat and pulls at the bandages covering his hands and arms. Dextera can't help but wonder if this was something his world used to have and 'wondering' tends to make him less than happy.

Anybody want to give him some company?]

[ooc: open in person for Route A people~ if you've talked to Dextera at least once, you can see the filter :> ]

the eighty-first;

[variare.livejournal.com]

( Private )

( Friends & Acquaintances )

[ yeah, normally he'd have more to say, but his brain is still sort of shutdown due to obvious events, so he's going to shut the journal for a bit and hang out on the deck. he doesn't like the hammocks that much, anyway, and someone should be keeping an eye on things outside in case they're attacked.

he can do that while playing a song on his harmonica, though. lucky it was in the case attached to his belt. it's been quite awhile since he actually played. feel free to interrupt him, though! ]

blog eighty-seven - but why is the party gone?

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[Barney is completely chill about this whole being a pirate thing. he's currently slacking off on whatever sailorly duties he might have to have, having rigged up a hammock, and is flipping idly through the journal, reading up on everyone else's adventures]

Some town, huh? Seriously, why'd we have to go and leave the party? That place was AWESOME. Come on, like we're supposed to let a little thing like some shifty stares scare us off. And the Navy? Please. I was here for Los Angeles, and there wasn't any trouble with the cops. Relax, let loose! I mean, we've got it made!

.... All I can say is, wherever we're headed next, the scene had better be even more awesome, or I'm gonna call up a mutiny or something.

92.9 - she's goin' up tonight

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[since there are no record players, tape decks, or other music-playing apparatus aboard ships, Mark cracks open the journal to the sound of waves and general hubbub, and pipes up:]

So, really, Paradisa, I ask you: What DO you do with a drunken sailor? Beats the fuck out of me, why don't we ask our new crewmates? That's right, I'm talkin' about Nami, Isabela, Dib, Kefka, Amaterasu, Seppun and Thor ... and a special welcome to Amelia and Neku, who had the misfortune of showing up after all of this crazy piratical bullshit started. You've got a hell of a ride ahead of you, guys. It only gets more fucked-up from here.

In case any of you still care about mundane shit you missed before we all woke up with sand in places we didn't even know we had ... here's for you. Someone's thinking of starting a newspaper, there's an artist taking commissions, one of the bars got trashed, there's another little survey for those of you into magic and science, aaaaaaaand in case you were living in a hole, there was a big old expedition out into the great beyond, to boot. I've got a feeling we'll all get some more comprehensive details on that when we're not ... well. On fucking pirate ships.

Love it, hate it, do whatever you wanna do about it, but I gotta say, it could be a lot worse from where I'm sitting. I got a party. Did YOU get a party? I heard something over the journals about a sea monster. Come on, guys, we're pirates now, let's swap stories. Yarrrrr.

[he's ... really digging this, because come on. he's a sixteen-year-old boy. THIS IS AMAZING.]

Oh, and ... in case you guys thought you could get away from me assaulting your eardrums for a week or so? THINK AGAIN. Hahahaahaaaa....

[there is the unmistakeable sound of a guitar being tuned and strummed experimentally. yep, someone plays. he's a little rusty, though, so even though the song only has a few chords, they might be a little sour. and he might not be completely in tune. but he is going to SING TO YOU ALL ANYWAY. as expected, the song is bawdy and terrible and hysterical and fantastic and appropriately piratey. ENJOY.]

17th Seal Unlocked

[shadow-immortal.livejournal.com]

( Django )

[Dainn hums a little bit before speaking.]

So who's having fun?