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Post by glamorousgnome on Jan 7, 2008 15:35:00 GMT -8
ooc: So stace and i are plotting for reign when we come up with this crazy idea. I think it started when we saw a bunch of people on our cruise wearing hats that eerily resembled Andy. Or maybe it was when we ordered room service for breakfast and I spilled coffee cream in bed. We blamed Andrew of course.
So ANYWAY. The idea is that it's 2008 (no shit) and our vamps are going on a cruise! Where they can party, stay up till all hours of the night (we'll make the weather cloudy so they can be daytime partiers too), mingle with people (or munch on people) and all of that fun vacation stuff. Who's up for it?
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Jan 8, 2008 22:02:13 GMT -8
ooc: Oh yeah, like Sienna and Adrien will ever leave their room. And somehow, for some odd reason, I see Andrew becoming captain of the ship...
IM IN!
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Post by theliontamer♥ on Apr 14, 2008 10:20:19 GMT -8
ooc: I officially decree that this needs to be started.....immediately.
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Post by Her Royal Highness on Apr 20, 2008 15:52:38 GMT -8
ooc: i'm in haha! I already have an idea for some mischief
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Post by Her Royal Highness on Apr 20, 2008 16:28:13 GMT -8
The central lobby had been beautiful. Huge. Complete with crystal chandeliers and fountains. It even had an elevator. She had never been in a boat this ridiculously large or lavish before. She should be overcome with wonder and awe at the spectacles and go exploring.
But no. Sera didn’t even notice. She was too livid.
Her excitement had left her the moment they had been shown their cabins. Adrien and Sienna had been shown their quarters first with Anabelle and Tobias right next door. The bell boy had then lead the way to the next room, unlocked it, and dropped both her and Andrew’s luggage inside. She stopped dead at the thresh hold.
“Oh, no, see, we’re supposed to have separate cabins,” she said gently, not wanting to embarrass the young man too much for his mistake. “Oh, I’m sorry ma’am, it’s just that according to your tickets you’re supposed to be rooming together.”
Three phone calls and one trip to the lobby later, there was still no single for her and Sera found herself storming up to Adrien and Sienna’s cabin, throwing the door open and walking straight in.
“Adrien, just what the hell was going through your mind when you ordered THREE doubles??? I asked specifically for a single and even double checked with you to make sure you had it right. What were you THINKING?!”
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Post by glamorousgnome on Apr 20, 2008 20:21:50 GMT -8
"Ahhhhh, sweet refuge of my soul- the sea!" Adrien abandoned the luggage on the bed and crossed over to sheer curtains on the other side of the room. Parting them to glance through the window at the deep and peacebringing ocean, he found in disappointment that they still stared off at a rather unexciting harbor and a group of docks. "This sucks. When does it start moving?" He tipped the person tugging along another stack of suitcases and waved them away. The bed was not large, but he didn't mind the close quarters with Sienna, not in the least. Crossing over to the mirror, he laughed at the sight of himself, wide eyed and full of adventure. At last- "What?" Adrien stared at Sera upon her violent entrance. He blinked several times, wondering why the hell she had barged in so suddenly upon his thoughts. "Oh," he shrugged. "Well, the ship was running out of rooms and you two would have had absolutely no view and been situated far away from us and probably over the propellers or rudders or whatever they have on ships that make such awful noise. So I just sort of, well, I ordered two single beds. Don't tell me it's a double? ? Oh, no, that would be disgusting to have to roll over in the middle of the night and worry about making any sort of physical contact with him-" ..................... "I have to room with Sera?" Andrew slapped his suitcase down onto the bed Sera's suitcase was set on. He simply tossed her luggage to the floor. He preferred the spot closest to the door so that he could escape easily if need be (or go to and fro without causing too much of a distraction in the wee hours of the evening). "No........could I have ended up with a worse roommate? Well, Adrien...But REALLY. Sera! Who knows what diseases I'll catch. She'll constantly bitch at me. And she kicks people when she rolls over. Fuck this. I'd rather spend the night in the brig."
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Post by Her Royal Highness on Apr 20, 2008 21:46:28 GMT -8
ooc: Sera: fuck you bitch!
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Post by Her Royal Highness on Apr 21, 2008 0:19:47 GMT -8
"No shit. Adrien, you CANNOT be serious about this."
But she was already resigned. There was nothing to be done. She would have gladly taken the remote room above the propellers had it meant not having to live in the same room with Andrew. But she had already been told repeatedly that the cruise was fully booked and that not a single cabin was available. She wanted to scream.
"Great. ok. Whatever, Adrien. You owe me something really good. That's all I'm going to say." and with that, she turned and left the room.
Sera then slowly made her way down the hall back to her and - shit - Andrew's cabin and walked in to find him still sitting lazily on the bed. Walking past him, she picked up her suitcase from where he had tossed it onto the floor, took it over to the closet, and began hanging up her clothes on one side.
"So," she began cautiously, "looks like the whole separate cabin thing isn't happening. Adrien's an idiot."
She couldn't resist throwing in the last short statement. She was still pissed.
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Post by glamorousgnome on Apr 21, 2008 15:22:55 GMT -8
"Oh, wretched luck," Andrew cursed laughingly from their bed. He stole a glance at the fistfuls of clothes that she angrily unpacked, and happened to catch a glimpse of a formal dress, just a glimpse. With a soft, lustful smile, he asked casually, "So, I haven't seen you unpack pajamas yet. I usually sleep in them, but if you'd prefer to sleep a little less constricted, then I can accommodate."
*~*
"Sienna?"
Adrien groaned as he slammed down his house keys onto the little desk. Searching around in all of the pockets of his suitcase, he straightened up and moaned, "I forgot sunscreen."
Wait... What?
He burst into laughter and abandoned his suitcase. Taking soft, lithe steps toward her, he placed his arms around her shoulders and whispered into her ear, "I think ships are romantic. Don't you?"
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Post by Her Royal Highness on Apr 21, 2008 21:16:48 GMT -8
ooc: and then he gets seasick just as he's ready to make love to sienna lol
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Post by Her Royal Highness on Apr 21, 2008 21:40:09 GMT -8
Hmm. Decisions, decisions. Andrew's crassness actually posed her with a choice to be made. On the one hand, she could spend the night covered head to toe in sweats, socks and maybe even gloves to prevent any possible contact and to make herself as unappealing as possible. But then years and years of time spent around Sienna's influence spoke up from somewhere in the back of her mind. Where was the fun? Wouldn't it be so much more amusing to wear her black slip as usual and leave him disappointed? Plus it would make such entertaining narrative for when she would go drinking with red and brunette haired counterparts.
"You know," she mused, flashing Andrew a sly smile to let him think what he wished, "maybe I'll just have to surprise you."
As she said this, Sera balled up the shift and shoved it out of sight under her socks where he'd be sure not to see or look.
"However, Andrew," she resumed, "there is something I really would like for us to abide by if we're going to be sharing the bed. I'm sure both of us will be... hmm, how do I put it delicately... pursuing certain separate interests throughout the trip? With this in mind, lets just both take care of them outside of this room. Just to keep the sheets clean, if you catch my drift."
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Post by The Wolfman on Apr 22, 2008 10:44:07 GMT -8
ooc: and then he gets seasick just as he's ready to make love to sienna lol Ooc: But Vampires have no blood flow!!! so how could you make love!?
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Post by brentjoyce on Apr 22, 2008 11:45:18 GMT -8
ooc: and then he gets seasick just as he's ready to make love to sienna lol Ooc: But Vampires have no blood flow!!! so how could you make love!? occ: Good point but I don't think Andrew would like to hear that he can't make love. much less all the other vampires instead of Winter who could cares less.
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Post by Her Royal Highness on Apr 22, 2008 14:25:08 GMT -8
ooc: hey. there's already been a thread started for that question in the general boards. i believe the answer that was arrived at was they just find a way? lol
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Post by glamorousgnome on May 3, 2008 8:54:55 GMT -8
Andrew cringed at her suggestion. It wasn't the thought of his own adventures- but Sera's. No matter how many years ran by, he could never quite throw out his feelings of jealousy about her. Other men looked at Sera, and he wanted them dead. Other men kissed Sera, and he wanted them tortured. But alas, Andrew Baron never got such wishes granted, but he could not help but feel them.
Keep the sheets clean? The thought of another man's he-knew-what from his time with Sera- it both humiliated and infuriated him.
"Alright," he agreed, forcing all of these dangerous thoughts down his throat. "Fair enough. This bed is designated ONLY for sleeping and watching foreign television. Deal." But of course, Andrew Baron childishly crossed his fingers behind his back.
No. He would respect Sera's wishes that he not take another woman in here, because that would disgust her, and she would probably kick his arse. But who knows what would happen? What with Sera and all her surprises. He only made this promise if they pursued separate interests.
Andrew pulled his shirt over his head because the room felt overly warm, and moving toward the bottle of champagne that he'd ordered to be left on the desk, he asked, "Well, we're about to be sea worthy now, would you like a drink? I promise I will be a pleasant roommate and behave myself." Again, the fingers behind his back.
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Post by Her Royal Highness on May 3, 2008 18:50:06 GMT -8
ooc: of course there WOULD be champagne!!! lol. how predictable of him!
Sera shut her now empty suitcase with surprise as he accepted her terms without so much as a single objection. For Andrew to agree to this without the slightest protest was somewhat unnerving. She wondered if she should be suspicious.
And then he took off his shirt.
Yes, she should be very suspicious.
Watching him through narrowed eyelids as she walked over, she took the proffered glass from his hand.
"Thank you. As do I," she responded, clinking her glass to his. "To well behaved roommates."
She couldn't help but laugh at her own toast. The idea of either of them being well behaved, to say nothing of them as roommates, was more than a little absurd. They hadn't been lovers in years. The only description she felt came anywhere close to describing their relationship was a perpetual stage of on-again-off-again ridiculousness. What infuriated her was that after literally ages upon ages she still wanted him as much as she ever did. But no matter. As she promised him to behave in general out loud, she promised herself internally she wouldn't misbehave when it came to Andrew Baron either. However, based on what was going on in the back of her mind, Andrew wasn't the only one in the room crossing their fingers. "So, what are your starting plans for today?" She said "starting" knowing better than anyone that Andrew rarely kept at anything for very long.
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Post by glamorousgnome on May 4, 2008 7:38:53 GMT -8
"Mmmm," he let the foam of the champagne spill over onto his hand as he toasted much to fast after pouring his glass. The room wasn't overly large, but rather nice. A large, comfortable bed with a view of the ocean, a closet, a bathroom, and about two feet of walking room. Oh well.
"Well, my plans for today," Andrew began, oblivious to Sera's current thought process, "-are to find booze and the pool. And that's about it. Then meet up with all of you for dinner. Then...hmmm..." He picked up the brochure off the desk beside the chamapgne and laughed. "Salsa dancing lessons. You're my dance partner because Sienna wears stilletos and steps on my feet and Anabelle constantly talks about Tobias and makes me nervous about putting my hand anywhere even close to her waist."
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Post by Her Royal Highness on May 5, 2008 18:45:51 GMT -8
"Lucky for you then I have some experience." she answered with a coy smile. "I only hope for my sake you'll pick it up quickly. There's hardly anything more irressistable than a man who can salsa well. Very seductive." she paused, taking another sip from her glass before continuing. "I can't imagine any young woman refusing you if you manage to master it. It would be such a shame if you turned out to have two left feet. You'd never conquer those latin women if you can't dance."
Of course Sera knew Andrew was master when it came to any european dance form, past or present. But she had yet to discover whether his nearly insufferable ability of excelling at anything and everything stopped short in this particular area.
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Post by glamorousgnome on Jul 19, 2008 4:47:30 GMT -8
Andrew's brow raised slightly in concern at her words. So the usual charms weren't going to work? The difference between the waltz and the salsa was all in the hips, all in the rhythm, and Andrew could only remember salsa dancing once before in his life- and he had been very drunk.
"I'm sure you will find being my dancing parter to be quite an experience," he stated softly, the champagne trickling down his tongue as he spoke, sensually, still frothing from the glass. "It is nice to know that we can keep up with each other.
There is a contest afterward the flyer says too. Hm. Prize- free drinks- hm. Tequila shooters? Then more salsa dancing?
This sounds like a disaster waiting to happen- but count me in."
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Jul 27, 2008 13:33:22 GMT -8
With everyone settled in their cabins, some happier than the next to see who their cabin mates were, Tobias was glad to settle down into his own cabin with Anabelle. "Finally, some peace and quiet." He said. "Theres no Adrien running around the halls drunk like he does at the coven house, well, at least not yet. Good thing the bar is not open yet." Tobias chuckled to himself as he said this. "And there is no Andrew...wait, there is no Andrew chasing his women aroudn the house like he usually does. I'm sure that Sera will keep him in check, yes?"
He looked around the room, taking in what he could of the tiny room, which was very small. But with only the two of them, being he and Anabelle, in the room, there would not be much trouble. "Not as large as I hoped, but it will do. We'll only really be in here when its daytime and we're alseep, right love?"
Of course, the bed could be used for things other than sleeping that is.
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