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| Neuroviper | Wednesday, 1. June 2016, 16:56 Post #1 |
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PART 0: SMOOTH SAILING 12th of July 2016. The Freeway left Barbados approximately 24 hours ago, the sky is clear and the sun is slowly descending beyond the horizon. ![]() Estimated time of arrival: 37 hours. |
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| Neuroviper | Friday, 15. July 2016, 14:52 Post #11 |
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Leona You ask the closest member of the ship staff about the signal issue. They hastily check their own device before turning back to you, "I am unsure what the issue is, I will tell them to restart the router.", they assure you before going about their duties. Everyone Another flash of lightning crackles in the distance as the clouds hastily creep over the ship itself, tiny droplets of rain starting to fall. Edited by Neuroviper, Tuesday, 19. July 2016, 05:34.
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| shibewrath | Sunday, 17. July 2016, 08:41 Post #12 |
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Mr. Ferris sighs and quickly moves inside. The young people's music was getting to be a bit too much for him. He decides to head to his cabin and watch some complimentary satellite television. Perhaps he'd head to the indoor bar afterwards. |
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| TheTraveler | Monday, 18. July 2016, 19:27 Post #13 |
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Leona shrugs as she sees a storm gathering in the distance. Probably wasn't the best idea to stay out on the deck at this time, so she heads back to her cabin and flops down on the bed, playing various offline games on her phone while the staff goes and tries to fix the router. |
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| Neuroviper | Tuesday, 19. July 2016, 05:33 Post #14 |
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Mr. Ferris As you turn on your television, you are met by a static-infested, distorted image of the program playing, coupled with equally horrible audio. After a few seconds, the sound and image cut off with a popping sound, the screen turning black, only a NO SIGNAL appearing on the top left corner in green lettering. Everyone The sudden storm only picks up, heavy rain brutally battering the ship in a cacophony of tapping, the waves also pick up a bit, but nothing that would threaten a ship like this. The captain's voice crackles through the intercom system, "Attention dear passengers, this is your Captain speaking. Due to the, uh, unexpected storm we advise you to return to the lower decks until it has passed. The lower bar will be offering complimentary drinks for tonight." The announcement ends coupled with a worrying groaning of metal coming from the ship, people on the starboard side might notice vibrations on their windows as a thick mist slowly envelops the ship, severely limiting visibility. Edited by Neuroviper, Tuesday, 19. July 2016, 05:35.
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| shibewrath | Tuesday, 19. July 2016, 16:58 Post #15 |
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Mr. Ferris tosses the remote down onto the floor in frustration. Not bothering to turn it off, he heads for the lower bar to chug back some complimentary scotch and maybe have some ice cream. Yes, ice cream. |
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| TheTraveler | Tuesday, 19. July 2016, 21:02 Post #16 |
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Leona completely ignores the warning over the intercom as the storm rages outside her room's window as she continues tapping away on her phone, still rather PEEVED at the lack of internet. |
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| Neuroviper | Thursday, 21. July 2016, 05:53 Post #17 |
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Mr. Ferris The ship's staff seems to be at unease, obviously concerned about the various equipment failures that have overwhelmed the ship during the storm. You are served whatever you may request. Leona Your cabin's window rattles as the deafening sound of lighting breaks out in extremely close proximity. Your cellphone displays full bars both for reception and wi-fi, however any attempt to utilize either fail. You hear something shatter in the bathroom. Everyone The ship shakes and groans as an arc of viridian energy crackles from above, striking the top deck. The beam of energy persists for multiple seconds before dissipating, leaving the impact site scorched and deformed. |
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| TheTraveler | Thursday, 21. July 2016, 14:43 Post #18 |
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"Holy fuck!" Leona yells to herself as the storm exponentially picks up in strength, and something in her bathroom shatters. At this point, she knew it was probably the window, but she was curious anyway. She opens the door to the bathroom to check what exactly happened.
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| Neuroviper | Thursday, 21. July 2016, 15:33 Post #19 |
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Leona As you open the door, you are faced with the strangest of sights. There is a small scorch mark on your alabaster ceiling and the small, oval mirror that hangs over the sink seems to have cracked. Rapidly, and accompanied by a minuscule wailing sound, the mirror's cracks dissapear as it quite literally melts, pooling into the sink in a huge bead reminiscent of of mercury. The wailing only grows louder as the bead is elongated and starts hovering, seemingly unaffected by gravity, it's amorphous shape rapidly changing. ![]() Edited by Neuroviper, Thursday, 21. July 2016, 15:34.
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| Brielle-Rosetta-DeVann | Friday, 22. July 2016, 20:58 Post #20 |
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Ave had a hangover the night before, and has just slept it off. She's jolted awake by the sister antes on the ship but chalks it up to people haveing a good time on the upper deck. She gets up and changes into the cloths and makeup the had planned and in record time. She smiles at her reflection then heads out the door, ready for a par-tay Up on the deck!
Edited by Brielle-Rosetta-DeVann, Friday, 22. July 2016, 21:06.
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