Tony Stark
15 April 2012 @ 12:24 am
ACTION A | GAMBLING
Tony is being a very naughty playboy rich boy - instead of sipping wines and laughing with polite company, he's in the smoking rooms with the dirt and the staff, drinking swill and playing cards. He doesn't need the dough, but he likes to gamble regardless. Besides, the ladies in the lower parts of the ship don't care much for etiquette and social what-have-you. All the better to ogle.
ACTION B | SOCIALIZING
But Tony is, on the other side of the coin, a true entrepreneur and knows how to play the upper-class games, too. In finery and formality, he charms the ladies with a smile and courteous words too practiced to be sincere. He talks politics and business with the gentlemen in the dining area and on deck underneath the stars.

Ah, it's awesome being rich and not giving too much of a shit about being rich..


[ooc | Run into him anywhere!]
 
 
wanijima akito‚ agito‚ & lind
15 April 2012 @ 04:21 am
Okay, you fucking shitheads!

[ For anyone on deck, keeping as close to the middle of it and avoiding as much of the running passengers as possible was Agito. His arm was extended out, towards the crowd-- index finger pointing outwards but to where- who knew. ]

Christ! Stop running around! What the hell is that going to do for you?! Nothing! Fucking nothing! You--! [ He points to some random passenger. ] Hold up your skirt, titzilla! You’re tripping everyone else, asshole! And stop shoving!

[ Yeah, watching this is annoying. He may be sinking down into this cold-ass water, but that doesn’t give others the right to run around like idiots. ]

Oi! Akira, Kaito--! I fucking swear, you’d better not be doing useless shit! I’ll murder you both! Where the fuck are you?!

[ It’s not aimed in any particular direction-- but the device is on, long enough to pick up all of that. ]
 
 
Stephen Stills
15 April 2012 @ 02:46 pm
[Stephen has about an hour before he has to go on again, and is in desperate need of some liquid courage. Technically he's been informed to 'politely distance himself' from the first class passengers, so showing up at the ritzy bar on the top deck is probably breaking that rule. But he's in a suit for the performance, so he reckons he blends in alright. Besides, he needs a drink, and it was the closest.]

Scotch and soda, please. Quickly would be great.




[ooc: open action for patrons of the bar, be they first class themselves or just sneaking in. Anyone is welcome to bump into a young man lugging a double bass around all areas of the ship as well.]
 
 
Hazuki Mina
15 April 2012 @ 03:10 pm
➊ On Deck
[The wind on the deck of the cruise liner has swept her dark hair from it's tight style, and Hazuki is standing at the railing, one hand on it before her and the other holding back the whipping strands from her face- the kimono sleeves are not exactly helping this endeavor, but she manages to maintain her composure.

Taking a moment to herself, before she heads back in to the crowd of passengers mingling on the deck. Her grandfather had already retired for the evening, leaving her to do most of the networking in his absence.

Usual.

A sigh.

➋ Below Deck
[Hazuki makes her way calmly through the bottom levels of the ship, seeking out a certain contact she'd been instructed to force an answer from. Most people did answer when she pulled the tantō from her kimono sleeve, after all.

If anyone asked- she was quite lost, and she suddenly did not speak English very well. Until she was noticed however, she threaded her way amongst the lower classes, face completely blank.]

➌ In the Ballroom
[She can appreciate the aesthetics of this place, even if they were far too opulent for her tastes. Leave it to the British and the Americans to enjoy this sort of thing fully. Hazuki, however, is a sharp contrast, wearing her best Western gown. Her grandfather had said it hadn't mattered, to appeal to the fool's idea of the Orient even while dancing, and she was in no position to argue.

She wore it, and a fake smile, making her rounds of the ballroom. Impressing with her slightly accented English, her wit, her exotic looks and nature. Seeking out the best connected, the ones she'd been instructed to charm, to wine, to dine, and dance with.]

[ooc; feel free to run in to her in any of those situations! :D I welcome any CR we arranged in the organizational post, and new CR is welcome as well! Let's do this!!!]
 
 
sherlock holmes
[ there can only be one question in a situation like this. what could possibly commemorate the untimely demise of a luxury seafaring liner? fear not! the great detective Sherlock Holmes, bless his heart, is here to play good samaritan with a rousing rendition of Bach before, after—but preferably during your early stages of panic. carry on! Sherlock certainly is, although his true aim is to smoke out the killer they've been undercover investigating.

in the meantime, enjoy the violin (he's rather good, if I may say so) or try giving him a good premature shove overboard. might be a bit difficult, considering his trusty doctor is nearby scouting for any sign of their suspect. but! such is life. or death, rather. think of the children.

yolo, city.
]
 
 
Tessa Gray
[ there's two figures standing at the railing, both looking up into the nightsky: tessa gray and pavel chekov, both third class passengers that got to know one another aboard. they are, perhaps, standing a little closer than proprietary, though not as close as the cold night air might suggest.

he is pointing at the sky, naming constellations, and she has her head tilted back, curls tumbling over her back.

her voice, carrying even though she's soft-spoken:
] I have never seen the stars quite so clearly, not so many of them!
 
 
Severus Snape
15 April 2012 @ 05:54 pm
For those wishing to interview one Minerva McGonagall about her untimely demise, I am afraid that you will not be given the opportunity. She has departed the City since her death.

[Snape's voice sounds irritated...clipped even. He is not happy that she was killed.]

That said, I will not provide any information in her place. Do your jobs and use the information you already have.

Do have a pleasant day.
 
 
Cain Hargreaves
15 April 2012 @ 06:55 pm
[Filtered from Known DELILAH Members || Unhackable]
It can only be a curse when one wakes to find more than half the City seems to have emptied overnight, and the Network is full about remarks about a ship. So that's where you've all got yourselves: not emptied, but on holiday.

Or, perhaps not.

In reading some of these entries, there seems to an interesting amount of refinement in them. You--some of you--don't sound entirely like yourself. It's rather enjoyable to me. And all your descriptions sound a bit like my own world, quite honestly, and traveling therein.

--All right, I admit, I'm envious, with all this talk of ships, and cabins, and ocean voyages, and proper accommodations, and so on. I might even be a little envious that you're cursed and I'm not if I could have gotten something that was even vaguely like home. One never wants to be cursed, but how unfair that you can see something like my world, and I'm left thirsting and troubled.

Of course, I've seen this curse before. And I do know that, as is often the case with curses, there is more to this than might first appear.

I wonder what might happen if I were to warn you-- say something about that ship. What would happen to the curse then? Or would you all laugh at me and call me a fool? I doubt any of you even know what I'm saying when I call it a 'curse'. You may already be calling me a madman.

I do recall that the other time I saw this curse, Mr Crehador was in the City and had succeeded in catching hold of a rather rare and valuable violin. He couldn't keep it after the curse, of course, but he did try.

I'd try to gather what I can about the murders--for they are murders--that have been going on in the City of late, but I don't think anyone I'd need to speak to is still here. You're all aboard that ship. I'll do what I can from here, I suppose. I've the Network entries, and I have what I've seen of it.

Riff, are you yet in the City or have you found yourself on this ship as well? I'd much rather hear that you're yet in the City, all things considered. It would be much more convenient for me, if nothing else.

I suppose I'll stay here at the seashore for a while, although I suspect things will only start to happen come evening. And I supposed I see those out too.

I do wish you all a safe journey.

~C.

[ooc: Okay, change of plans--sorry! Due to work and all-around busy-ness, Cain is not on the boat. He's seen this curse before. He knows this is not going to end well. He's just watching it all fall apart from the beach now.]
 
 
Current Location: The Beach
 
 
Neil McCormick, the Bottomless Black Hole
15 April 2012 @ 06:56 pm
[A young man is leaning against the wall near the dining hall, trying to ignore his growling stomach. He's in the shadows, behind the deck chairs, trying not to be noticed by any of the staff. He's not supposed to be here. Third Class passengers don't have the privileges of the upper classes. There isn't much food to go around 'down below', and the air smells stale and it's boring. Also, no cigarettes. He's managed to get this far by being fast, thin, and able to climb like a monkey. That's all helped him elude discovery. In his flat cap, shirt, trousers, suspenders, socks and shoes, mostly brown, hand-woven or hand-made in the village, in the case of the shoes, he knows he doesn't look like he belongs.]


[ooc: Something like this, with longish hair under his cap... assuming I can get a link to the image working, lol!]

ooc: Finally! Image beneath the cut... Exhausted and off to bed. Will tag tomorrow! )
 
 
Michael
15 April 2012 @ 07:25 pm
OI! BASTARD!

I AM COMING OVER AND THEN WE ARE GOING OUT!

GRAB YER COAT!
 
 
Charlene Roberta McGee
15 April 2012 @ 07:41 pm
[Oh, hi City. Have one blank, expressionless and sort of pale looking Charlie on your screens. She's not looking at the device. It's likely she doesn't know it's on. It's been a few days since she's even made an appearance what with being fucking murdered and all. Reviving in the hospital wasn't too swell, either, so once she could get out of there, she was off.

And hiding. She's been alive-ish for a couple days now but...well, she's changed. For anyone that knew the girl when she first got here, picture that behavior and attitude but worse. Much worse.

But at least it's obvious she's in her room. Right? The familiar bedspread, bits and pieces of things belonging to Charlie scattered here and there. Her stack of recipe books on the bedside table and a cup of tea that was steaming away but otherwise untouched.

And Petrichor in Charlie's lap. A Petrichor trying hard to get attention from Charlie, butting her chin with his head, putting his paws on her shoulders and meowing at her. Charlie scratches and pets, sure, but it seems to be done quite vacantly. Not much feeling behind it, if any at all. The cat seems to know this because he hops off her lap and Charlie watches him as he heads to the device to meow into it. Charlie stands once she realizes the device is on and it's grabbed, moved. A window slides open and for a moment it looks as though Charlie is about to drop it three floors down to the ground.

But then she hesitates. Looks into the thing, still that same blank and even a little...no, a lot guarded expression on her face.]


I'm back. Clearly.

[Flattest of tones, ever. Oh, dear. Oh, also? One more thing. This is important. Serious business if the look on her face is any indication.]

For anyone who thought for a second that my murderer is Ed. Don't. I'm going to say this once so listen. I'm not repeating myself. Not calmly, at any rate. It wasn't Ed. He wouldn't have done this. Fuck you if you think otherwise.

[And that's all she has to say before she hurries back into her room and stuffs the device in her dresser, slamming it shut. There's the sound of a door opening and closing and a shower switching on and then it idles out, switches off on it's own.]

[ooc: post-dated to early monday morning. ed is asleep somewhere in charlie's apartment. sorry, liz, but the boyfriend is worried about her. while she acts like she's not in the mood for visitors, feel free to harass the girl. she needs to see people.]
 
 
ʲᵃᵐᵉˢ RHODEY ʳʰºᵈᵉˢ
[ the ship's sinking and Rhodey's been frantically trying to fix things, but it's no use so now he's on deck to help with evacuations because he might not be able to do his job right now, but that doesn't mean he can't still work.

which is why he's not too far away when he sees the beams coming down, directly to where one Mr Tony Stark is standing, and the next thing he knows, he's moving to push the other man out of the way—
] Watch out, Mr Stark!

[ — only to get hit by the beams himself, pushed beyond the railings and into the water. ]



[ ooc; and so, Rhodey drowns. No replies, because, well. He drowned. I'll go sob quietly now, mkay. ]
 
 
coyote_walking
15 April 2012 @ 09:23 pm
The water was rushing in everywhere and people were well into panic mode. The rumors that there weren't enough lifeboats had everyone pushing and shoving desperately to try and get above decks. The scent of everyone's panic was so strong that it had Mercy fighting the coyote part of herself that wanted to run and hide.

She managed to wade her way from her berth in steerage into the crowd, only to find that the way up had been barred. They weren't going to get out. At least not this way.

In her explorations of the ship, she'd found a back way for crew access. It wouldn't be the easiest thing to get to in the rapidly filling corridors, but if she was brave enough she might be able to help at least a few of the women and their children escape that way.

Mercy quietly collected all she could and led them back. As the water rose and the children began to have difficulty, she shifted, swimming out of her skirts to grab the children's clothes in her teeth and drag them to the stairway. She made trip after trip, dragging children to their mothers, shivering in the icy water as her small coyote body lost more and more heat.

She wasn't going to make it out, but maybe, just maybe some of those she helped would survive.


[Open for anyone who wants to help her save some people or try and figure out what a coyote's doing on board.]
 
 
Allison Cameron
15 April 2012 @ 11:57 pm
[OPEN ACTION | ON A LIFEBOAT, AFTER THE SINKING]

[Allison Cameron is sitting in a corner of the boat, packed in between the low wall of it and her sister, the latter's arm draped around her shoulders. She's bare-armed and shivering, her shawl having been handed off to a younger girl down the row.

Now, she's too weary and too cold to think, leaning against Olivia to conserve what little warmth she can. Her fingers are wrapped around a thick envelope, a little warped and water-spotted but not too damaged. From time to time she picks absently at the edge of it without looking.

Mostly, she watches the horizon and waits to see something. Anything.]



[ooc; my understanding is the lifeboats were pretty large so if you want to have a character in this one there's plenty of room? Threadjacking + soforth moooore than welcome! ALSO sorry to post & run but will get tagbacks in the morning!]