location: boat || dining hall
mood: fucking exhausted
guild: unknown
with: open
philomena sat by herself in the dining hall, her body nestled heavily in the large yellow chair that was just as obnocious as the black tables. in her opinion, the university had been a little too extra in their ideas of aesthetic, but it was appreciated nonetheless because it was comfortable. her chin rested on he hand, and her elbow, in turn, reted on the table. her eyes were fluttering closed and she almost dropped the donut that was in her other hand. she had been awake for far too long. luckily for her, the boat left from greece, so her commute was by car. she would have thrown a fit had she found herself in a plane. heights weren't exactly...her thing. still, it was seven in the morning, a full three hours before philomena would usually get up, and she had left in the car while it was still dark out. honestly, it was inhumane. and every part of her wanted desperately to sleep somewhere, anywhere, but there were so many damn people on this boat it was ridiculous! sleeping wouldnt be possible, at least not for a while.
she took another bite of her donut, some of the glaze lingering on her lips before she licked it off, her mouth still full and making a soft smack sound. Her blue eyes grazed over the people in the dining hall, huddled over their breakfasts like zombies, and the others who all massed together in the middle, already making friends. That wasn't her style, she wasn't here to make friends. She was here to go to university.
Tobias found he was terribly missing his older sister. They’d been separated for barely more than a day, and he was already wishing he could see her smile again. Ever since their younger sister’s death, Toby and his older sibling had been closer than before. When she’d found out he was going to university, she was ecstatic. She’d hugged him and waved to him as he’d gotten on the plane to go to Greece so he could catch the boat. Once he’d arrived, he’d met his favorite cousin, Jacqueline, her pierced eyebrow quirked and her smirk just as mischievous as always. They’d slept in a hotel and boarded the boat early the next morning. Now, they held court at a table in a corner, Jackie acting every bit the queen Toby knew she was.
Casting his gaze over the room, Toby tilted back his fedora. “What a strange cast of characters we’ve found here,” he mused, his eyes passing over the group of students in the middle of the room. Jackie simply murmured her assent, a cigarette already in her mouth. Toby didn’t know how it was possible, but she looked even more badass when she had a cigarette in her mouth than when she didn’t. Looking away, he spotted a young woman sitting by her lonesome, eating a donut and trying not to fall asleep. ”Excuse me, dear cousin, but I’m going to engage that girl in conversation. Wish me luck.” Jackie raised her pierced eyebrow and watched him stand up and walk over to the young woman.
Upon reaching the girl’s table, Toby asked, “Are the donuts any good? I’ve wanted to try one, but I wasn’t sure if they’d taste good or not.” He stood across the table from her, not daring to sit down in case she didn’t welcome his company. (Some tended to think he was a “bit much.”) Angling his head to the side, he added, “I hate to be rude, but you almost look like Death Himself. Are you alright?” He nearly added that he’d once seen Death, having once saved a girl from going into the light, which he thought of as Death. But he didn’t, since that wasn’t exactly a memory you brought up upon first meeting someone.
stellar.nova
{I posted him since I had it written up already ; ) }
Location: Boat, Dining Hall | Mood: Irritated As All Hell | Guild: Unknown | With: Open
Skylie had seen a lot of crazy shit in her life, but this boat had to take the cake. How the hell had a school afforded all this? The more she explored this big ass ship, the more she was starting to wonder who was filling this university’s coffers. Her mother sure as hell hadn’t contributed to this. Skylie was fairly sure she would’ve known if her mother had paid for any of this. Or… maybe she wouldn’t. It wasn’t like she and Mom ever talked anymore. They hadn’t had a decent conversation since Skylie had first come to live with her. But whatever.
Leaning back in her chair, Skylie glared at the mass of people in the middle of the room. Did they have to be so loud? It was seven in the fucking morning. What was worse, a couple were trying to approach her. Propping her combat boot-clad feet on the table, she narrowed her eyes and casually pulled out her daggers from her boots. She stuck them into the table, making it very clear that she did not want to be disturbed. The students who were approaching her froze in their tracks and moved away with a fearful glance in her direction.
Skylie fingered the Eiffel tower keychain hanging off her duffel bag, which she’d plopped down onto the seat next to her. Maybe she’d gone too far, but at least she was alone now. Taking one of her daggers in her hands, she started carving her name into it. Vandalism wasn’t exactly her style, but since she’d already stuck her daggers in this table… Leaning her chin on one hand, she carved with the other. “When is this hunk of junk going to get there?” she muttered to herself, trying her hardest to perfect the shape of the S that started her name.
Avril had woken up this morning with excitement buzzing through her. Today she was finally going to university! Well, in truth this would not be her first university, but it would be her first time going to school outside of her native country of France. It had been a heartfelt goodbye with her Tante Coralie, but she’d promised to call often. Now that she was in Greece, she was on her own for the first time in her life. In a way, it was even more exciting; she was finally a full-fledged adult!
Having eaten breakfast before boarding the boat, Avril didn’t expressly have to go to the dining hall. She’d never been on a boat like this before, so she decided she’d go on one of the decks and see the view. The salty sea air blew through her hair as she leaned against one of the deck’s railings. A smile spread across her face as she watched the light of the rising sun dance on the waves. Just as she’d thought, the view here was beautiful! Not as beautiful as Paris, of course, but maybe she was biased…
Allowing herself a little twirl, she spread her arms and said, “La mer est très belle aujourd’hui! La Méditerranéen est vraiment fantastique!” Reaching up to the A necklace she wore every day, she thought about how her parents would have loved this view, too. Leaning against the railing once more, she rested her head on her folded arms and let out a contented sigh. This was going to be a great year.
Everyone else might have been in the dining hall, but Oliver knew for a fact he wasn’t going to survive in there. Too many people in one room. Instead, he’d decided to find a place where he could quietly read. Thankfully, this boat had a library, so Olly went straight there. It took him a little bit, but he eventually found it. The moment he stepped inside, he felt all the tension and anxiety in his body melt away. With a small smile, he found a seat in a tucked away corner. Settling into it, he took out his favorite book, The School for Good and Evil, and started to read.
As he always did when reading a book, Olly lost himself in the words and imagined he was actually witnessing Sophie and Agatha’s adventures in the school that would define the rest of their lives. Curling his legs up, he folded himself around his book, whose pages were worn from all the times he’d read it. The spine cracked as he shifted position every now and then to get more comfortable. Turning another page, he smiled at the illustration introducing the next chapter.
After a little while, Olly blinked out of his stupor and looked up. He was still in the library, but he’d almost forgotten where he was for a few moments. Had he heard a noise? Maybe. Sometimes he lost himself so much in his reading not even a dog barking in his ear could interrupt him. “Must have been my imagination… Shrugging, he went back to reading about his favorite characters in all of literature.
"hunk of junk?" omar couldn't help but chime in on the girl's conversation with herself. he'd been sitting a couple tables over, on top of the table, doing some morning meditation to get himself used to the motion of the boat. he had felt her energy draw near, popped open one bright eye to quickly survey her, then closed it again to mind his own business. but now that she purposefully seemed to be interrupting his meditation, he was going to bite. his curiosity had sufficiently run out.
his eyes opened, a shocking contrast to his dark skin and an easy white-toothed grin graced his expression. "pardon the interruption, farasha, but surely you aren't referring to the boat? such an extravagant thing as this?" his accent would be easily identified as middle eastern, should she pick up on it, and there seemed to be no hostility in his tone, but there rested that damn smile as he looked at her expectantly, waiting contentedly for a response.
Location: Boat, Dining Hall | Mood: Hella Pissed Off | Guild: Unknown | With: Omar Incarnation Of: Iris
Skylie hadn’t realized someone had been listening to her. Ever since she scared off the people who’d tried approaching her, she’d been utterly convinced she was alone. That was apparently not the case. Cutting a glare over to the guy who’d interrupted her, she ran through her mental list of French insults. There were perks to living in Montreal and then Quebec. “Whatever. I didn’t ask for your opinion. Anyone can see this boat is just a way to kiss up to the students.” She paused to glare straight into the guy’s bright blue eyes before continuing, “So sorry I interrupted… whatever the hell you’re doing over there. Dégage-toi.” She turned back to her graffiti. By now, she’d nearly finished the K and the Y. Just as she was finishing off her name (the S had been the hardest part), her concentration was broken when something else occurred to her.
“Quel conard…” she muttered. What did you call me? And what language did you insult me in?” Skylie had no knowing if he’d insulted her or not, as she wasn’t familiar with anything that wasn’t French or English or anything related to the two. Hell, she couldn’t even place his accent… one of the unfortunate cons to having a large gap in her education. How the heck was she going to this university, anyway? Skylie pushed herself to her feet, her daggers disappearing into her boots once again. “Never mind. I don’t need to take this.” Throwing her duffel over her shoulder, Skylie turned toward the dining hall’s exit. Even if the thought had been her own fault, she hated feeling like an idiot. Her scowl darkened as her thoughts went further and further into the abyss she tried to stay away from.
Location: Boat, Dining Hall | Mood: Amused and Amusing | Guild: Unknown | With: N/A Incarnation Of: Thalia
Ivy was of course at the center of the crowd in the dining hall. It was her job—nay, her duty!—as a comedian to draw in crowds. And draw them she had. To others, it was simply a mass of rambunctious students ship-bound for this mysterious university. And they were laughing at her jokes! With her heeled boots propped up on the table in front of her, Ivy held court at the very center of the crowd, a magnificent grin upon her face. “You haven’t heard the best part yet…”
Looking around, Ivy saw the anticipation on the faces of those she had inadvertently gathered. It seemed she’d gotten her mojo back. After the incident involving her ex-best friend, she’d thought for sure the prime of her comedic career was over. But with the help of her darling Trevor Noah, she had regained her profound joking powers! Ah, the beauty of late night comedic talk shows. “So I look him in the eye and say, ‘Are you sure you’re from London? You seem awfully surprised to see rain.’ And he frowns and says, ‘Well, I was originally from Seattle.’” Some of the members of the crowd started chuckling, sensing her upcoming punchline. “I threw my arms up in the air and shouted, ‘HOW DOES RAIN SURPRISE YOU, THEN? YOU LEAVE IN THE RAINIEST CITY IN THE WORLD?!’”
As the rest of the crowd laughed, Ivy leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. Her grin shifted into nothing more than a smirk. The conglomeration around her was so dense, she could barely see the tables surrounding her. Her work here, therefore, was officially done. “Thank youuuu, ladies and gentlemen! Unfortunately, that is all the originality I have at the current moment. Feel free to stick around, though—I hear I’m quite funny in normal conversation.” Her clipped London accent rang clear and true through the crowd, as some of the people surrounding her began to disperse. Ivy closed her eyes and tilted back her head. Good job, St. Clair. You nailed it, as always.
It was a bit of a bummer that Kendrick had never truly learned how to play the piano. He could’ve learned, of course, but he had always been more focused on his guitar and other stringed instruments. Ironic, really, considering that the piano was technically a stringed instrument. This strange bit of musing came about as soon as Kendrick stumbled upon the small ballroom-slash-music room that held a lovely, expensive piano. Instead of sitting at the piano to play it, Kenny was sitting on its bench, back to the piano, guitar in his hands.
There was no particular tune to this day, but Kenny found himself strumming jaunty tunes mixed with soulful melody lines. He smiled and closed his eyes, letting the memory of his first view of the sea fill him. Like his thoughts, his music soared and grew until it was nearly full to bursting with unspoken feelings. Then, just as quickly, it slowed and quieted until it was nothing more than a lullaby, his foster family’s last goodbye to him back in Venice. The most lovely city in all of Italy.
Kenny opened his eyes. How long had he been playing? He grinned suddenly. It didn’t matter! He was sure he’d just found the perfect music for a new song! Now all he needed were lyrics… “Why don’t I ever have a piece of paper when I need it…” he murmured, patting his pockets.
Naturally, Castiel found himself in the garden on board the ship. He simply had to see how many species of flowers the university had thought to include. Of course, he was finding it hard to count when all of the flowers were simply beckoning to him, begging to be loved and cherished. They were here mostly for beauty, it seemed, which meant no one had put the time and care needed when caring for a garden full of blooms. Being the budding florist he was, he could not let this stand. And so, he visited each flowerbed, greeting the blooms like long-lost friends. They stretched toward him expectantly, though he had nothing to give them but attention.
With a smile, Castiel finally settled onto a bench near one of the rose beds. Even sitting, the roses were trying to stretch toward him. Sometimes he wondered if his affinity for flowers was a blessing or a curse. But… seeing as he loved flowers more than anything else, he knew that he didn’t really consider this strange power a curse. Turning back to the roses, Castiel started speaking to them in his native language, Spanish. He found his native language tended to calm flowers more than any other language. Well, at least more than English. It was so rough. Spanish flowed calm and smoothly from the lips to the flowers that so desired the love the words wrought.
Castiel smiled as he gently stroked the flowers that tried to get his attention. Others brushed against his hand and made him feel more serene than he had in a long, long time.
Location: Boat, Dining Hall | Mood: Royal | Guild: Unknown | With: N/A Incarnation Of: Asclepius
Jacqueline supposed she should have been peeved that her cousin had chosen to leave her in favor of engaging in conversation with a chick eating a donut, but she wasn’t. Rather, this just meant she was completely open to flirt or engage in her own conversations. She threw one arm across the back of her chair and surveyed the room. Most of the occupants of the dining room were gathered in the middle, laughing at something she couldn’t see. There were a few others, like her, sitting at tables away from the melee. So long as she was alone for the moment, she supposed she had enough leeway to smoke.
Slipping a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket, she smirked her usual smirk and raised a pierced eyebrow. It was the natural expression she assumed when smoking in the presence of others she hadn’t actually asked permission from. Lighting the cigarette was easy enough—it was the asking others if it was okay that was hard. Jackie let the stick hang from her mouth as she continued to hold court like a queen. It was natural to be in awe, of course—after all, you didn’t come across a girl like Jackie all that often—but sometimes it was rather annoying how no one saw fit to come talk to her. This was precisely why she kept Toby around.
Sighing out of a puff of smoke, she rolled her eyes up to the ceiling. “This better not be a boring year.”
The bar here was seriously amazing compared to the place Coleson used to work in. They had more types of wine and beer than he could count (which wasn’t hard, since he wasn’t that sharp anyway), and the bar stools weren’t uncomfortable! Seriously, what the hell was Philadelphia doing, anyway? What was better, when Cole told the bartender that he’d also been a bartender, the guy winked and slid him a few shot glasses. Apparently, there was a secret agreement amongst bartenders to allow your fellows a couple of free shots. Not that the university would have them pay for any of this anyway, seeing as everything else on this marvelous boat was free. Talk about the best opportunity of your life!
The alcohol that was starting to flow through Cole’s bloodstream was seriously making him feel all fuzzy and electric inside. He could hold his liquor, sure—any bartender should be able to. It was the start that was usually rough and way too fast. He wasn’t quite drunk yet, but he couldn’t sit still, either. Cole swayed a little in his seat as he struck up a conversation with the bartender, who was eyeing him like he was a piece of candy. Smirking, he flirted right back. Something was telling him that he was going to have a grand time at this university, provided there were plenty of beautiful people around.
Naomi wasn’t quite sure when she actually boarded the boat. She wasn’t quite sure when she reached this room with the comfy couches. All she knew was that she’d woken up on the boat that would take her to the strange university she would be attending. “I did it again,” she murmured, rubbing her eyes and sitting up. Thankfully, she still had her teddy bear, Elijah, with her, so that was a plus. At the same time, though… She was wearing pajamas, and that was a bit embarrassing. Nomika (the nickname her family had given her that meant “little Naomi” in Hebrew) could only hope that no one would see her here.
Sunlight shone through the window, so Nomika went to investigate. As she reached the window, she pressed her palms against the glass and marveled at the sight of the sea before her. Was this the world she’d been missing all the time she’d been sleeping? She’d thought the snow-strewn Alps were beautiful, but the sunlit sea was truly a sight to behold. Looking down at Elijah, she said in awe, “Look at how pretty it is! There’s nothing like this back in Switzerland. Well… Nothing that we’ve seen, at least.”
Slowly, Nomika slid to the ground so that her forehead still pressed against the glass. Her eyes started to drift shut and her arms instinctively tightened around Elijah. She was so… sleepy… zzz…