HMS Fantasy Shrine

[C H E Y E N N E]

Anthony's eyes snapped open and he scrambled up when someone bumped into him--or rather, tripped over him. "... Ouch," he said pointedly, crossing his arms and looking at the cause of the dilemma: a teenage girl. He felt rather than saw Kuon's amusement as the nineteen-year-old steward stood behind him, smirking that "I'm-laughing-at-you-Anthony" smirk again.
They had only known each other since the youngest Nightingale boarded the ship, and already they were friends, it seemed, despite the two-year age difference.

[Cute]

Miranda scrambled herself up and dusted off her skirt. "I'm really sorry about that. I wasn't really paying attention." Miranda smiled weakly at the boy. She slipped a pokey in her mouth and held out her hand. "Miranda Anabor."

[C H E Y E N N E]

Anthony glared at her until Kuon made a long-suffering sigh and nudged him. Anthony glowered at him, but he reached out and shook the girl's hand.
"Anthony Nightingale."
"Lovi."
"SHUT UP KUON."

[Cute]

"Nice to meet you. I'll see you later, alright?" Miranda murmured under her breath. She somehow managed to get herself out of where she was. Usually, it was easier not paying attention to get out.

[C H E Y E N N E]

Anthony frowned. He didn't like it when people assumed things, but really, on a ship like this it would be hard not to see anyone ever again. "... Right, I guess. Bye."
"You're so rude, Lovi."
"I'm going to hurt you."
"I'd welcome that. You'd be panting and falling over after chasing me the length of this court."
Anthony had no dignified reply to that.

[Cute]

Out of view, Miranda massaged the bride of her nose with her fingers. "Idiots.." She murmured. She placed another pokey in her mouth and plopped down onto a seat.

[C H E Y E N N E]

On another part of the ship, well below deck, a young multi-millionaire by the name of Riley Kelsey Colyer (or Nightingale, but he had abandoned that surname long ago) sat at a richly-carved table, looking over a manuscript and a set of documents in his hand. Really, was it so bad to want a small vacation from the world? Apparently it was, for the twenty-three-year-old was currently swamped in his work.
Again.
It wasn't until the clock chimed seven o'clock that he stood, rubbing at his temples before wiping the lenses of his glasses as he gathered up the papers he had strewn about the table.
He had brought his two younger siblings, Trystan and Anthony, on this trip as well. Anthony had been moody and grumpy at home, sinking into bleak moods as their aunt (who was really more like their mother, all things considering) slowly weakened and died from the cancer that had invaded her body.
All the money he could ever want and he still couldn't save the people he loved.
Shaking his head, Riley moved out of the lounge, intent on taking a much-needed walk on the deck.
When he got out there, he noticed the sun starting to set: streaks of purple, blue, orange and pink ran across the sky like they were racing each other to the finish. It was lovely, he thought, but also fake and overly wistful. Fake like the two-hundred-some passengers that were aboard this ship, and wistful like the people that worked here, sampling the life they led but too far away for them to truly have it.
He almost pitied those people until he realized that once, he had been like that as well. Now look at where he was: self-made with more money than he could ever spend, with hundreds of thousands of dollars being added to his bank account each day. And still his troubles were far from over.
Sighing, Riley reached the stern of the ship, grasping the white rails and just letting his body relax as he tilted his head back, letting the wind ruffle his dark coppery-brown hair.
He may not have the peace he desired at home, but while he was here he swore he would make the very best of it. And that was one promise he intended to keep.

[Natoya]

Raphael led the way, passing by a young lady in one of the chairs. His golden eyes passed over her form before he and Ms. Keller passed. Eyeing two men standing there chatting to each other, though one looked a little more annoyed, he assumed one of them must be the steward by the way he was dressed.

"Excuse me good Sir. Are you a steward?" Raphael called out to him.

---

"Really? Ah, sometimes things slip young ladies' minds." Airamond chuckled and shook his head. The ways of young women were still quite a mystery to him, despite his sister and his niece. "A shame about your cancellations though. May I ask what it is you do, or play?"

---

Dale let her hand slip from his, keeping the smile on his face. "You are quite welcome, Ms. Nightingale."

[C H E Y E N N E]

Kuon ducked a random swing by Anthony before turning to the two newcomers and winking. "Aye, I am. What can I do for you?"
Anthony muttered something under his breath, cursing the fact that he was so short compared to the two men, though the lady was his height.
That made him blanch. She was tiny. Standing between Kuon and the stranger, Anthony looked like a child: he was at least a head shorter than the both of them.

--

"I'm a pianist. I make enough money to put me above the average person and own a nice house in Vienna, but not enough to pay for tickets like these," Russell admitted. "I wouldn't be here if I weren't needed. I'd be at home reading, playing, and wondering how my brother managed to get himself engaged while I'm still single. And my brother's ten years older than me. He's thirty-six, and his fiance is twenty-three."

--

Trystan looked down, her cheeks colouring lightly. "Have you seen my brother around here?" She asked after a pause.

[Natoya]

Raphael couldn't help the smile that spread across his face at the easy going manner the steward presented. Motioning to his companion, he began to speak.

"My lovely companion, Ms. Keller here, is looking for her escort. She thinks he may be in the library and we wondered if you could help us to locate it." Raphael told him.

---

"Ah a pianist!" Airamond smiled brightly at that. "You must play beautifully to be playing in such places. Ah, I wouldn't fret about the womenfolk lad. Perhaps your other is closer then you think she is." Airamond winked at him, chuckling.

---

Dale's smile became a little warmer at her light flush, and at her question, he blinked. "Hm, Nightingale... You're the first one I've met, so I would say I hadn't seen him, but would you like me to help you find him? I'm due for a break soon, as dinner is probably going to be served soon."

[C H E Y E N N E]

"Of course I can," Kuon said, still grinning. Anthony's scowl was almost murderous.
Height difference, height difference... He wondered how the petite Ms. Keller could stand being so short. At least he'd grow!
... Right?
As if sensing his thoughts, Kuon looked down. "Of course you'll grow, Anthony. You might even reach my shoulders one day, hmm?"
"You--! I REACH YOUR SHOULDERS NOW!" Just passed, actually, Anthony thought smugly.
"Oi, Anthony! That's why you have a steward with you, see, to open the doors for you!" A random teenager called from the deck chairs.
"WHO'RE YOU CALLING SO SHORT THAT HE DOESN'T NEED TO USE THE DOORKNOB SINCE HE COULD CRAWL THROUGH THE GAP BETWEEN THE DOOR AND THE FLOOR!"
Kuon laughed. "Right this way, follow me," he told the two passengers as Anthony screamed at the laughing teen.

ooc;; I HAD TO USE THAT LINE

bic;; "I hope," Russell said, smiling softly. "I play better when I'm inspired, but lately I've been so, eh, tense, I suppose you could say. The woman is like a burr. I wonder if all women are like that. Then I think to myself, if they are, I'd be better off sticking to my own gender."
The pianist groaned. "But you've heard enough of me grousing. I must be keeping you from something."

--

"Thank you," came the reply. "I'd appreciate it."

[Cute]

ooc.
Bwhahaah!
*Laughs At Anthony*

[Natoya]

Raphael blinked as the younger male with the steward started yelling. Repressing the urge to laugh, because that might make him more upset, he turned and followed the steward. "Thank very much, Mr...?"

ooc; IT WAS AWESOME. XD

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bic; Airamond chuckled lightly at Russell's words. "Depends on the woman I suppose. I daresay if all women were like that, I wouldn't have married my wife, God rest her soul. And no, I haven't much do to, though they might be serving dinner soon, so perhaps I ought to go and locate my niece. Would you like to accompany me, perhaps locate your lady friend?"

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"No problem." Dale told her. Leading the way out of the exam room, Dale began to walk down the hallway.

[C H E Y E N N E]

ooc;; AHAHAHAHA

bic;; "Wiltshire," Kuon replied. "But Kuon works just fine, I find."

--

"My lady friend?" Russell replied with a raised eyebrow. "And I'm sorry about your wife."

--

Trystan followed.

[Natoya]

"Kuon. Thank you Kuon, for showing us the way." Raphael told him, once more passing the young girl on the chair.

---

"My apologies, your brother's fiancee." Airamond smiled, then sobered. "Thank you. She was a lovely young woman, taken away much too soon by an illness."

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"Do you have any ideas as to where your brother might be?" Dale questioned.