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Realistic or Modern The Singles' Cruise ~ Will You Find The One? [In-Character]

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Avery




Location: Cruise :- hallway (en route to room)
With: No one ↠ Katherine
Mentioned: Katherine [@Jas.25]


Perhaps wearing a white shirt to the club wasn't the smartest idea, after all an intoxicated person couldn't hold themselves upright, let alone hold onto a drink. Avery sighed, part of him wanted to change his shirt and get his head back in the game; while the other half would prefer to just sleep the night away, maybe watch a few Netflix movies that he had downloaded prior to boarding the ship. He could even order room service. Suddenly spilling alcohol on his shirt didn't seem like much of a dent his in night.

Especially with the company that had recently arrived. Avery sported a brief smile. "No worries, with a ship this size, it's easy to get lost." he replied, when he went on his first cruise with his family he had gotten lost and the staff had helped him find his family. "What this?" he pulled on the soiled area of his shirt. "No I'm not busy, I don't mind helping you find a great spot if you don't mind waiting on me, just gotta change shirts then I can show you the spot in the ship with the best view."

Avery had picked up on her accent "Where you from?" he hoped that didn't come off wrong. "Your accent it's familiar that's why I asked." he added.


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[/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=right] [div class=scroll] Katherine smiled when the man offered to show her a nice spot to get some air and have a view. Well, it wouldn't be so bad so have some company. He was rather attractive and he seemed nice. "I don't mind waiting," she agreed with a nod. When he asked about her accent she bit her lower lip a little. She was so used to everyone having the same accent that she didn't get asked about it often. "I'm originally from Texas. I live in Georgia now so ya know, I'm a southern girl," she explained with a smile. She was proud of where she was from but she was also excited to take time to travel for once even if it was on a cruise ship.

"I'm Katherine. You can call me Kat though," she said as she offered a perfectly manicured hand to shake his. When he introduced himself she promised she'd wait for him to come back and sipped at the rest of her drink when he disappeared down the hall. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Who knows if he'd be 'the one' but he was company and it seemed they could both use a little of that. She finished her drink and placed the glass on a table right outside the nightclub as she waited. It wasn't too long before she saw him emerge from the shadows, the same way he'd left. "Hey, wasn't sure you'd actually come back," she said jokingly. She followed him down the hallway and towards the doors that led outside. "So, what brings you on this cruise? Willing participant or tricked into coming?" she asked in a soft voice as they walked together.

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[div class=container][div class=image][/div] [div class=blk][div class=title]Maddison Scott [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil]the graduate student[/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] Sipping down the finale of the fruity drink she had before, Maddie set the cup on the counter and waved down the bartender. After he approached, she smiled and pushed the empty glass towards him. "I think I'll take a whiskey neat," she said, nodding in thanks. Moments later, the man returned with a tumbler glass full of an amber liquid. Maddison sipped it, enjoying the familiar burn that warmed her body slightly. She couldn't help but smile, realizing it was things like this that probably made her brother love the bar business world.

Maddison tilted her head as Cade turned his attention out to the dance floor where bodies were flailing around, some better than others. She bit her lip to hide a smile at a few of the less graceful dancers, who were probably too drunk to have full control over their bodies. Nevertheless, Maddie doubted she could do any better. Cade nodded to a particularly extravagant dancer, and she couldn't help but giggle out loud. "Honestly, maybe not less graceful that that. But my moves are probably at that level, to be honest."

Truth be told, Maddison was a bit surprised when Cade sat down alongside her at the bar. He didn't seem to be that into the party scene, but she wasn't one to judge a book by its cover. Her phone vibrated on the bar, and Maddison immediately reached for it before hesitating. Her grandmother had sent her on this trip to, at the very least, get to know some new people. So she slid the phone into the pocket of her red blazer.

In response to Cade's response, Maddie grinned softly at the adorable sentence. In normal situations, she probably would have blushed in embarrassment that anyone had complimented, no matter how strange the compliment may be. But a few drinks and false confidence changed that. "Thanks," she answered. Shrugging out of the blazer so that it was draped over the seat behind her, Maddison revealed the solar system tattoo on her forearm and the cartoonish space scene on her upper arm.

"I don't know about delicate flowers and butterflies. I'm more of an interstellar kind of girl," she responded with a shrug, taking a sip of her whiskey. She also had the phases of the moon tattooed down the center of her back. But that wasn't really a tattoo that could easily be shown, nor did she really feel like revealing that much skin to a mostly stranger. "So, what do you think of the party so far?"
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Jessica K. Shin - The Extreme Athlete
I Missed You So Much...I'm So Sorry...
Interactions: Elise NightPhoenix NightPhoenix
Mentions: No One

Her heart sank when the woman turned around and they saw eye to eye. It was actually Elise. She has certainly changed in the last seven years. The strong sense of guilt started filling her mind. The yelling, the lash outs replayed in her mind. Jessica started to remember all the horrible things she said to Elise on the night that their friendship died its slow and painful death. She didn't even give the girl a chance to explain her side of the story following the end of that relationship. Elise really didn't deserve that semi-violent lash out that she received. There was a lot of yelling, but not once did Jessica raise her hand to strike her. As that thought crossed her mind, the sense of guilt started eating at the Extreme Athlete. After a minute of staring into one another's eyes, the girl started to apologize to Jessica before she noticed the flute of sophisticated alcohol in her hand starting to tip over as her hands started shaking. Yeah, this was the Elise that Jessica knew...and cherished as her Best Friend, but then threw it away over a guy. Since the Alcohol started to tip in her direction, she gently grabbed the glass and placed it on the counter behind the girl who was shaking and clearly about to cry. "No...Don't apologize. I'm the one that should be sorry. You didn't deserve that lash out I gave you all those years ago. I'm not even mad at you... I was the one that threw away a wonderful friend, not you. You were scared, rightfully so and I was so angry I didn't understand that. I should have kept my anger under control. I should have been more understanding. But I wasn't." Jessica shook her head as a few tears rolled down her cheeks. "I allowed my feelings of betrayal to override my rationality..."

This time, Elise was probably going to be the brave one, not Jessica. Instinctively, she pulled Elise into a tight hug. "I hope you can forgive me...What I did was wrong...I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry, Elise, I'm so sorry!" She cried, hiding her eyes into the petite girl's shoulder.
 
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Annabelle
Location: Clubs bar
Interactions: Amina ( erzulie erzulie )
Outfit:
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Annabelle started to grow frustrated with this wait for a drink. If they where planning to give free drinks they should have at least had the decency to have enough bar tenders to accommodate the entirety of everyone here. Sighing more as she looked up and down the bar for any free bar tender that may have been available for her to snag. Before she saw one though her ears caught a woman’s voice talking to her. Turning her head to look at the pretty girl she shook her head.

“No they are serving it’s just they don’t have enough bloody bartenders to accommodate everyone here.” Annabelle said to the girl in her normal thick British accent with a bit of frustration and a small chuckle. Though this wait truly was starting to infuriate her a little. Topping that onto her not wanting to be recognized as “her majesty” and what not really was putting a damper on her night. Still she hid it behind a friendly smile for this girl. “So you here for this whole singles thing too?” She asked her curiously as she went back to looking down the bar to see if she could snag her and this girl someone to get them a drink.​
 
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Mentions: Daniel Reaving Daniel Reaving
 
Avery



Location: Cruise :- hallway (en route to room)↠ Cruise :- room ↠ Cruise :- outside
With: Katherine
Mentioned: Katherine [@Jas.25]




Avery’s eyes damn near sparkled when he heard Katherine say she was from Texas. While the blonde’s accent was practically nonexistent, his mannerisms screamed southern born. “I’m from Texas too, I moved to Colorado few years back because it was best for work, but I’m thinking bout moving back home.” The vibranted eyed male explained as he made way to his suite. He missed his mother, and being around family was comforting. “Be right back.” he said with a smile as he slipped away to change.

The father of one had left his phone behind, and Dawn had FaceTimed him seven times since their last talk. Avery made a mental note to call the little booger first thing in the morning. Avery shifted through clean shirts in his closet. Grabbing a darker toned shirt he threw it over his head and stepped out of the room, where Katherine was waiting for him.

As he registered Kat’s question, he initially answered with an honest shrug, part of him had no idea why he was on this cruise. He hadn’t been in a serious relationship since the divorce. Finding the love of his life on this cruise seemed very romance novel-like. “Willingly tricked.” he finally replied. His mother had suggested it, and he agreed because she was right in many ways, perhaps a cruise for singles wasn’t the best solution, but it was a step.

“I’m just testing my waters I guess. If I’m being honest with you nightclubs aren’t my thing, never were, so I hope that won’t put a nail in my coffin.” but enough about him, it was her turn to answer some questions. “What about you? You here cause you want to be here, or cause someone wants you to be here? And what are the odds that you think you’ll find that special someone?”





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[/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=right] [div class=scroll] Katherine was surprised to hear him say he was from Texas as well. What were the odds? Though, she could see the southern charm in him as he talked. As they walked to this spot he'd spoken of, she listened to his answered and it made her laugh a little. "We sure do have a lot in common. I guess you could say that I was 'willingly tricked' too." she smiled, "My best friend said I was too focused on my career and not enough on myself so here I am. Trying to focus on me." she finished with a shrug. When they finally exited and the cool breeze washed over them she felt a sense of relief. The smell of salt water filled her nose and a sort of calm wash over her.

"I like to drink and let loose sometimes but I haven't really been to any nightclubs before. It was kinda overwhelming. I did most of my partying when I was a teenager and back then it was all about house parties." she admitted. She enjoyed a glass of wine at dinner now and then, a couple weekends a month of drinking but she liked to invite a few friends over and drink at home. She'd never been a bar hopper or club girl. "I don't know if 'the one' really exists and I mean, really what are the chances that I fall in love on a boat in the middle of the ocean. Sounds like a romantic movie or something. But, doesn't hurt to travel and get free meals. Maybe I'll walk away with friends, maybe I really will find love. Who knows?" she shrugged as they found the edge of the boat.

Looking out over the sea was breathtaking. It really was a great view and she had some good company so she was happy. "I think I wanna move back too. There really is no place like home and let's face it. Texas is the greatest state," she joked with a smile. "What do you do for work anyway? Not that I'm trying to be nosy. I'm just curious since you moved to Colorado for it," she asked, wanting to know more about the man who was nice enough to give her some company. She held onto the boat railing as she awaited an answer, feeling the soft breeze through her hair.
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[div class=tag]feeling[/div] "Just call me jackass."
[div class=tag]outfit[/div] this [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=right] [div class=scroll] Cade grinned as she studied the people out on the dance floor. They were definitely entertaining to watch. Some of them could really dance-- some, not so much. It was the latter group of people that caught his eye, mostly because he couldn't help but laugh. "I don't believe it for a second." He told her in response to her dancing skill level. "But if you won't go out there, I guess I'll have to take your word for it."

He probably should have known better than to guess her tattoos, but he'd been mostly teasing her, talking about butterflies and flowers. His grin turned a little more genuine as she shrugged out of her fancy blazer, revealing two intricately designed and beautifully done tattoos.

"Oh, wow." Immediately interested, he leaned over to inspect them, hopefully not in too much of her bubble. He was one to appreciate good art, if that wasn't obvious by the tattoos on his own body. After a moment, he leaned back and gave her a nod. "Those are great work. I feel like an ass now for saying you would have a butterfly or a flower."

When she asked about the party, he glanced back out at the others. "It's alright. Alot of people, and too loud, but not bad. What about you? Enjoying yourself?" [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]
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[div class=tag]interacts[/div] Ethan ( Daniel Reaving Daniel Reaving )
[div class=tag]feeling[/div] "Mmm... hello good lookin'."
[div class=tag]outfit[/div] this [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=right] [div class=scroll] Sadie was a sucker for a compliment. One compliment about her looks, her hair, her outfit, her anything could lead to the next biggest mistake of her life. For example-- most of her past relationships. Cade liked to point that out to her, but she just called it a character flaw. Everyone had them. So fuck off.

Blushing slightly at Ethan's compliment, she slid into the seat across from him. "Well, I'll just sit, then." She teased, after he sat back down. "I'm Mercedes. Everyone just calls me Sadie, though." Taking another sip of her drink, she reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

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Amina Galaal

“I see, you would think that they’d be prepared for so many people aboard.” Amina shook her head. She took a moment to look the other woman over. She was pretty and a little intense looking, Amina thought that it was the tattoos. Amina realized that the other woman was asking her something after her little observation. “Ah not really, I only came here for a vacation. I had no idea that this was some sort of love quest.” Amina shook her head. Before she could say anymore you noticed someone jumping across the counter, well clearly they had grown impatient. Amina turned her attention back to the woman beside her. “I’m Amina by the way, and you?”

Mentions: Ferron EldridSmith EldridSmith
Interactions:: Annabelle Daniel Reaving Daniel Reaving
Outfit: X
apolla apolla
apolla apolla
 
Ivy-Rose Bennet
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"I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings"​

location: night club
with: jacob
outfit: X
tags: MadiRaiCat MadiRaiCat
Ivy-Rose was having the time of her life, she was enjoying her night while she was dancing with a cute boy, she wasn't sure if Jacob was Mr. right, but she enjoyed talking to him and hoped she could get to know him more since he seemed like a fun guy to hang out. But she wouldn't close her options and let time decide what would happen between them.

She was so immersed in the song and having fun that it took her by surprise when he leaned closer to talk to her "Do you have a favorite genre to read or write?" was what Jacob asked it wasn't a personal question just about what she preferred writing and reading, she could reply without any problem that question and could talk about the subject until she got tired, but at that moment she was out of words, she has never been this close to a guy before after spending most of her time in her house in the hospital and this kind of scenes only appeared on her romance books.

She could feel his hot breath near her ear and that made her face red, she was sure she was red as a tomato but was glad that the lights didn't show that much of her blushing "I love romance books and that's also my favorite genre to write" She admitted trying to sound confident as soon as the song was over she said to him "Should we get another drink?"
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Ethan
Location: club
Interaction: Sadie ( apolla apolla )


Ethan smiled a little more at Sadie’s blush. Sitting back down with her as he took a moment to look over the woman and admire a little. She was gorgeous to say the least, and her outfit gave off a vibe of someone who isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty which he also liked. He always had a little thing for girls who can do both Tomboy and princess and Sadie so far seemed to do both. Smiling as she asked him what he did and how he ended up here he leaned against the table between them.

“Well actually I’m a fighter. Grew up around my dad who was a boxer so I got into it when I was young. I’m currently and up and comer for UFC.” He explained to her with a small chuckle. It felt weird explaining it now that he thought about it. “Aaaand as to why I’m here well.” He chuckled a little. “My family figured it was time for me to find a second love besides fighting.” He said with another small chuckle at his own joke. They didn’t pressure him into it, they did however give him the idea and he did take it for the chance at finding a woman to love, but also for a much needed vacation. Bringing his drink up and taking a soft swig he then set it down before asking. “What about you? What brings a girl like you on a cruise like this?” He asked with a somewhat playful smile on his lips.​
 
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Annabelle
Location: Club Bar
Interactions: amina ( erzulie erzulie ) Ferron ( EldridSmith EldridSmith )


Annabelle nodded in agreement with the girls first statement accompanying it with a little chuckle. Listening to her explanation of why she was here Annabelle couldn’t help but giggle. “Sounds like you and I came for the same exact reasons.” She said playfully. Annabelle knee from the time her parents suggested this to her that it was a love cruise. She honestly just took it because it was a vacation that was being given to her, plus no cell crevice to get those calls from her parents asking what she’s doing and what not. As the girl gave her name Annabelle smiled brightly. Amina, such a unique name. She couldn’t help but love it as she responded. “It’s nice to meet you Amina. I’m Annabelle.” She said as she held out a gentle hens for Amina. As she did so she saw a man behind the bar. Not knowing he had just skipped the tenders and went behind the bar himself she smiled brightly thinking he was a bar tender. Without removing her hand from the handshake with Amina she spoke to him. “Excuse me sir may we get a few drinks?” She asked him with a gentle smile​
 
[div class=container][div class=image][/div] [div class=blk][div class=title]Jacob Scott [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil]the entrepreneur[/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] Jacob was actually a fairly decent dancer, believe it or not. He spent most of his life at dance clubs and bars, so it only made sense. Ivy-Rose was an interesting woman for sure. Jacob had enjoyed there conversation before, and dancing was just as fun. Jacob was still skeptical of the whole mantra of this cruise, whether or not he would actually find love on a strange cruise. But at least it had a promising start.

Jacob realized that he had moved in close to Ivy, his intentions pure in just wanting to ask her a question about her interests. He could see her tense up a bit from the lack of space between them. Pulling back ever so slightly, Jacob briefly wondered if he had done something wrong. But as soon as he saw the red tint on her cheek, his furrowed brow was replaced by a playful smirk. Her response was sweet, just as he had expected it to be. "Sure, let's head back to the bar."

Jacob took Ivy-Rose's hand in his, leading her through the crowds of dancing people towards the bar. Once there, it was a bit quieter, though not by much. Jacob ordered two glasses of red wine, turning to face Ivy once again. "Can't say I'm much of a romance reader, though my sister is. You and her would probably get along fairly well."
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[div class=container][div class=image][/div] [div class=blk][div class=title]Maddison Scott [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil]the graduate student[/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] Maddison spun the glass slowly on the table with her finger tips, the amber liquid swirling ever so slightly. A small smile played on the corner of her lips in response to Cade's grin, happy to be sharing her art with something that could also appreciate it. Her breath caught in her throat when he leaned in slightly closer than she was expecting. It didn't bother Maddie at all, she just wasn't used to those sorts of things.

There was a moment of silence while he looked over her tattoos. After a while, Cade moved back again and gave her a nod. Letting out a light laugh and shaking her head, Maddison met his gaze and responded, "Nah, don't worry about it. You would be surprised how many people are surprised that I have tattoos at all, my brother included."

Maddison took a sip from her glass, enjoying the smoky flavor of the whiskey. She nodded along with his words. "Yeah, I'm not really the partying type either to be honest," she responded, shrugging her shoulders. "It's not bad, I'm all for drinking and enjoying a night out. But, yeah, it is a bit loud," she admitted, finishing off the whiskey. Feeling slightly confident, partially due to the alcohol, Maddie added, "You certainly don't seem like someone that would need a Singles' Cruise. What brought you here?"
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Mood: Happy
Mentions: none yet
Interactions: none yet

Location:Club Bar
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Ashley walks into the club, and he walks over to the bar. Then, he orders a Bloody Mary, and takes a seat at the bar. After that, the drink, which he ordered is given to him. Next, Ashley drinks the drink, and orders another one. Lastly, he drinks five Bloody Marys
 


Act II: Mystical Masquerade
It has been about a week since the singles boarded the Heart of the Ocean cruise ship. There has been quite a bit of mingling, and some have already begun to pair off. However, most are still looking for the one. To celebrate the first week on the water together, a formal masquerade party is being thrown in the grand ballroom of the ship. The cruise line hopes this party will allow the singles to get to know one another without looks getting in the way too much. After all, mental connections are just as important in relationships. The singles are wearing their best gowns and suits, all paired with masks of all shapes and sizes. So, the question still stands... Will you find the one?



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Elise Jeon Hae-won
Location: Poolside bar -> Carnival
Interacting with: -
Mentioned: Jessica ( BloodThunder27 BloodThunder27 )
Nearby: -
Outfit: xx

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Ice-cream cone in hand, Elise looked over the crowd of pool-goers without really seeing them. Her thoughts were on a certain redheaded athlete.

She sighed. When Jessica had started apologizing to her, Elise's instincts had kicked in; when someone she knew was upset, she automatically went into comfort mode. So as Jessica's tears flowed freely, she blinked her own tears away, and returned the other girl's hug, albeit tentatively. "It's not your fault, Jess—how could it be?" She lightly stroked Jessica's hair, hoping to soothe her. At the same time, she was very aware of the people around them. Jessica probably wouldn't want to stay in the middle of the crowd as she cried. Elise gently pulled herself out of Jessica's embrace and led her off to a quieter corner.

Continuing to stroke Jessica's hair, she murmured just loud enough for the redhead to hear her, "You have no need to apologize at all, really. Your boyfriend had cheated on you, and your own best friend knew the truth and didn't tell you...You had every right to be mad." She fought to not let herself relive those memories too strongly; the only thought on her mind right now was to console her former best friend. She could sort through her own emotions later, after returning to her suite.

"Jessica, you don't have to be sorry. I'm sorry. It was my fault, okay? I should've just told you—I—Steven was my friend too, but you were my best friend, and—I'm just so, so, sorry."

Jessica's tears eventually subsided, but barely, so she had dropped Jessica off at her suite some time later. "Let's continue this another time, okay? Just get a good night's sleep now, and you can think through things more clearly in the morning. You'll feel better, I promise," she had said.

But a week had passed, and the two girls had met a grand total of zero times since that night. She'd never thought she'd ever meet Jessica again, let alone had she entertained the possibility that Jessica would end up apologizing to her. After six years, how do you mend a friendship with someone so close to you, that had ended so badly? She found herself feeling horribly awkward and terrified when she tried to imagine running into Jessica onboard again. What would she say, how would she act?

She let out another sigh, and finished off her ice cream. A few minutes later, an iced lemonade was in her hand to replace the ice cream. She pushed herself off the bar seat, and absent-mindedly headed to the carnival, finding herself in want of a walk. Her thoughts drifted to the masquerade being held that night. She was looking forward to it, having a fondness for dressing up to the nines every once in a while, and yet, she had already realized earlier that there was a high chance of meeting Jessica again, with all the cruise guests packed into one place. A feeling of unease sat in her stomach, and she didn't think it was because of the ice cream.
 
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Ethan
Location: ball room
Interaction: open

Ethan smiled rather excitedly as he entered the ball room with a few random guys that he had met at the cruise gym. A little group he’d found to hangout with between times of exploring and hanging out with Sadie. Needless to say he and Sadie has seemed to kick it off well on the first night so maybe there was something there. Taking one last little moment to make sure his casual black suit was good before he made his way into the party with the group.

He was excited for this change of pace. From a nightclub like party to a regal high end ball, it was cool! Definitely different from the ring and the gym which is to put it simply his life. Making his way over he ordered one of the glasses of Champagne he couldn’t help but almost look it over like a child. “So fancy.” He said to himself with a chuckle.

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Annabelle
Location: halls on her way to the ball
Interactions: open

Annabelle wasn’t exactly ecstatic to be going to a ball. God forbid she would have to do anything related to royalty, and yet here she was now getting ready for a royal like ball. Sitting in her room as she finished up her hair. Glaring down the mirror as she did her makeup. “Might as well wear the fucking tiara and get the ‘hey everyone just so you know you’re in the presence of royalty’ over with.” She grumbled to herself as her eyes looked through the mirror and went to a wooden box on the night stand. The box was open and in perfect view a tiara. One that her grandmother owns, and a fucking famous tiara at that too. Why the hell would she just let one of her granddaughters take it on a cruise!! Well she didn’t exactly let Annabelle know. She found the box in one of her many luggage bags a few days ago and if she had cell service she would be chewing her grandmother out from the time she found the tiara to now.

Letting out one last sigh of frustration she put her feelings aside and got up. Grabbing the few things she needed and headed for the door. Stopping right at the Knob as her eyes went to the tiara again. She couldn’t help but debate putting it on and just finding out who all would know the tiara and figure it out. But then her eyes went down to her dress and she let out a laugh at herself. “It doesn’t even match the dress.” She said in a laugh of stupidity at herself as she opened her door and left closing it behind her. Making her way through the ship towards the ball room

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Camron
Location: pool near ball room
Interactions: open

Camron wasn’t exactly the “ball” kind of guy. Having laughed when the invite was delivered to him. He knew most people would be there. But why the hell would he want to go to there when everyone was wearing a mask? Instead he opted to go to the pool and swim some laps. Finishing up his set he grunted as he lifted himself up onto the edge of the pool near the entrance. Taking a breath as he ran a hand through his hair while with the other he reached down. Removing the swimming prosthetic and setting it next to him with a thud.​
 
1573423797697.png Ferron looked in the mirror after donning his suit which he had kept clean and crisp like he had learned from his father. He looked out at the sea with a sigh, his friends signed him up for this with the hopes he'd FINALLY get together with someone since he was the only one who was still single of the five. They called him a hermit as he was almost always at the forge or in the wild. Hopefully this doesn't end up like my last attempts... He thought to himself as he stepped outside and absentmindedly walks down the halls. He passes by someone who seems familiar. "Good evening Annabelle." Ferron says politely.
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Katherine hadn't seen the man from the mixer again since but she wasn't phased. While he had been good company, she wasn't particularly attached to him since they had only just met. This cruise was about meeting new people and whatnot so she had managed to mingle a few other times over the days following the party but not much had come from it. One of guys she met was a flat out weirdo, another was an arrogant asshole and the other two she'd sparked conversation with just didn't have much in common with her.

She looked herself over in the mirror as she stood in the beautiful black gown. Her mother had advised her against wearing black, saying it was too harsh for a ball but she didn't care. Wearing a big gown was already out of her comfort zone so wearing a light pink one wasn't an option. She pulled the mask around her eyes and walked out of her room to head to the ball. Who knows, maybe her prince charming would be there.
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[div class=container][div class=image][/div] [div class=blk][div class=title]Maddison Scott [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil]the graduate student[/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] It had been rather quiet for Maddison since her first night on the Singles' Cruise. Though the night club party had been fun, she couldn't bring herself to really get to know anyone that was there. Maybe it was due to her closed off, over-worked nature, or maybe it was because she hadn't found the elusive "one" the cruise ship claimed to be there. Either way, she had yet to truly understand the point of this whole experience. Maddie had spent most of her time lounging by the pool on her laptop, or at the bar on her laptop, or even locked away in her room... on her laptop. Work had been going on non-stop since she boarded the ship, constantly emailing her and texting her for updates, requiring her to remote in from her computer to answer questions and fix problems that had arisen. It really wasn't much of a vacation.

But that night was the masquerade ball, and, much to Maddison's annoyance, Jacob had made her promise to leave her phone and laptop in her room for the night. He had been having the time of his life, meeting tons of new people and making friends, all the while staying in contact with the mainland. She wasn't quite sure how he did it, but he made it look effortless and it wasn't fair. Maddison pulled the eyeliner pencil around the edges of her eyes, finishing off the smoky silver and charcoal look she had created. Combined with a dark red lip, she was happy with the outcome of her work. All that was left was to slip into the emerald green dress she had chosen for the night, the same dress she had worn to the Astronomer's Gala she had been lucky enough to have been invited to the year prior, black strappy heels, and a lace mask.

Sending a quick text to Jake that she see him down in the ballroom, Maddie slid her phone into the drawer of her bed side table. She paused for a moment, staring at the closed drawer as temptation burned in her gut. But, she had promised, and she wasn't really one to break a promise. Maddison turned and exited the room, slipping her key card into the black crystal-encrusted clutch purse she had decided to accessorize with for the night. The hallways were alive with idle but quiet chatter, increasing in frequency the closer the woman got to the ballroom. The sound of elegant music filled the air as soon as she stepped foot into the room, seeing a multitude of masked people. Some had gathered at the bar or the standing tables while others had taken a seat, and some were even already dancing. Something about the situation made Maddie nervous. Nevertheless, she crossed over to the counter and ordered a glass of champagne.
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[div class=container][div class=image][/div] [div class=blk][div class=title]Jacob Scott [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil]the entrepreneur[/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] A bead of sweat rolled down his temple as Jacob pushed the bar away from his chest and back onto the rack. It was last set of the night, and Jake quickly thanked the cruise ship trainer/spotter before grabbing a towel from a nearby stand. He wiped it over his forehead, whisking away most of the sweat. Taking a long drink from his water bottle, Jake looked out across the gym with a cathartic grin on his face. Working out was someone that he loved to do, and wished he had more time to do. It was a way to work away all the stress and aggression from running a business without negativity. Though he was definitely not the tallest of the men on board the Singles' Cruise, Jacob knew that he could hold his own in physique. Combined with his personality, he was a catch. Or at least, the part of him that needed to be more modest believed so. Truth be told, it was hard to find someone that could deal with his crazy schedule and want to stick around.

With a wave to a few people he had met throughout the first week on the Singles' Cruise who happened to be in the gym at the same time as him, Jacob slung the towel around his next and headed back towards his room. The masquerade part was in a few hours and he was fairly excited for it. Something about the idea of not knowing who was who and just talking and vibing with people based on personality was attractive to him. On top of that, he had talked his sister into going without her fun. So it would be fun to see how she does, and if she squirms too much. Pushing into his own room, Jacob wasted no time hopping into the shower to wash away the sweat and grime that had no doubt accumulated during his time in the gym. A couple hours later and Jacob was straightening his tie in the mirror. Slipping the pocket watch attached to his vest into its pocket, Jake only had his mask left to put on to complete the outfit. Tying the ribbon behind his head, Jacob smirked at himself in the mirror and left the room.
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