LOG: ONGOING [The Ark]

[tharheblows.livejournal.com]

When; Sept. 29, all day and night!
Rating; PG-13 at most?
Characters; OPEN
Summary; The biggest storm you've ever seen has just broken out across the City. Water everywhere. But don't worry, if you were at the construction site chances are you're on the boat so it's time to get cozy with your neighbors in your new home. Who's 'in charge' you wonder? Well [Bad username or site: tharheblows title= @ livejournal.com] is--as your arkmaster, captain, and host. He's steering that ship into safety for all of you and has only one thing to say to those who've chosen to stay behind in the City: SUCKAS
Log;

[ooc: Here is the log taking place on the ark for all participating characters! Feel free to log whatever you'd like while the ship is at sea weathering the storm. Label threads accordingly for open interaction, group interaction, what have you. And remember, the City is not being washed away (although the view from the ark would be unclear) and network devices will work the same as they always do. Further information on the ark curse can be found here. We hope you all have fun ♥

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open; here and there, assault at will!

[ageoftheg33k.livejournal.com]

[Hardison is frantically looking to make sure that Eliot and Parker got on the boat -- which means assaulting everyone in his vicinity with pictures on his device and a frantic "HAVE YOU SEEN EITHER OF THESE PEOPLE?" blurted in your face.]

No? Neither of them? ...There aren't air ducts on this thing, by any chance?

[madforcraic.livejournal.com]

[Roy only really knows this guy because of being paired up with him somehow. He was paired up and now he's on some sort of rubbish ancient boat thing. He's not entirely certain that this is better than drowning. But he knows he has to be on it, and so he is. Now, what would be nice is if that Hardison guy would stop adding to the already irritating noise.]

Just calm down. They're either here, or they're probably on another boat. Nobody wouldn't get on a boat when there's going to be a flood. That would be stupid.

[tharheblows.livejournal.com]

[Looming nearby. Don't ask how or why, he just does]

You got a question? I'm the man with the answers.

Re: open; here and there, assault at will!

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

[Buffy is hauling supplies when she sees Hardison a bit panicky.]

Hey, what's wrong?

[horrible-penny.livejournal.com]

[Penny manages to miss Hardison's frantic inquiries in her excitement to see him safe and sound.]

Alec! You got on board!

Open

[horrible-penny.livejournal.com]

Penny still doesn't fully understand why she's on a boat or why, exactly, she was compelled to drop everything she was doing to help build said boat. With the rain coming down, however, she's glad to be on something that floats.

Other than the rain, it hasn't been a terribly unpleasant curse, as far as unpleasant curses go. The woman she had been partnered with before boarding--Emma? yes, that was it--had been very sweet, if a bit twitchy. Not that a little twitchiness wasn't warranted in the situation. Would the City really flood? Penny wasn't sure how many of her friends had made it onto the boat; she'd been too busy learning how to apply pitch to check in with everyone.

With the rain coming down, Penny--carrying Babbage and Cabbage in one cage and Doris and her pet pigeon in the other--goes below deck. Doris, being a duck, might not mind the weather, but the other animals don't seem as amused by the torrential rain. In her hurry to collect animals and get to work on the ark, she'd quite forgotten to bring along anything useful... a change of clothes, food. Things like that. No matter. She secures the animals and begins to wander the boat, sopping wet and looking for familiar faces. Chris and Ray stayed behind, but hopefully Doll had made it on with the dogs...

[monstrodick.livejournal.com]

Beneath and beyond the deck rages the open sea, and in it, its beast.

If Penny chances a glance to her right for a moment, she might well see it rise its tail, flick it, then submerge.

And wait.

[tharheblows.livejournal.com]

A sopping wet wandering lady is not the kind of ship this captain is running. Without further ado, the arkmaster arrives with a stack of fluffy towels and he's got his sights set on Penny...even though he's still wearing his sunglasses indoors.

[peopletalktome.livejournal.com]

Emma is on a boat. Emma does not particularly like boats. They aren't especially safe and this one--she is quite sure--is not especially clean either. Or clean at all. The sopping passengers certainly aren't, including herself, which makes her want to wash repetitively except that she can't. Paired with a gentle-faced young woman named Penny, she supposes she is lucky in this regard. Penny appears quite normal, charming even and very accommodating considering Emma's stilted cooperation to board or be this close to other people at all when she doesn't have industrial strength and sized hand sanitizer nearby. What she is not too fond of are the animals, but then, this can't very well be helped.

Having taken to wandering back and forth, counting in her head and other simple, distracting things, Emma locates Penny again as a sort of safeguard; if she can recognize and return to a point of kindness then this isn't so bad. She can handle this.

There are worse things.

Things she does her best to deny, which she is rather effective at.

Far easier, she knows already, to count the lines in the wood. Obsessive, but it's effective in its distraction.

So is Penny, who seems to radiate niceness minus the social handicapping that Emma knows she pens herself into sometimes with her...difficulties. This makes her infinitely more believably approachable of course, which Emma cannot help but take note of both as an admirer and someone admittedly a little envious too.

"Penny for your thoughts?" she asks the girl and pleases herself with how stable her voice sounds, soft as ever but not worse for the wear, which for Emma might as well be impressive.

open to all;

[soulofocean.livejournal.com]

Even gazing into the enraged ocean as it battered the ark's hull Umi could hardly believe this was happening. So what if she'd sensed it coming? It wasn't a sight she was ready for, The City assailed by such a flood. The Water Knight tightened her hands into fists and she felt the drizzle of waves and rain hit her face. She was exhausted, and sick of the stuffy damp air inside the ark. Being out here for a bit helped invigorate her, as the close contact with water always did.

But she had worries on her mind that she couldn't deal with just by telling herself she'd done the right thing. Biting her lip, Umi turned to gaze back inside where the people gathered. So far? Presea, Clef, Fuu, Hikaru, the Princess, Lantis... But not a trace of... ---she should start asking around for them again. She'd spent the last hour or so talking to strangers, inquiring if they'd seen a tall stern redhead and an athletic brunette with an attitude around. But still, not a trace. Alright, there were lots of people there. It was only natural that not everyone was accounted for, and there were a couple of other people she hadn't found so far. But, still...

Shaking her head, the Water Knight compelled herself to get a grip. She was getting SOAKED out there. Even if it was unlikely for her to catch a cold she didn't want to get her friends worried. Those two were around. They promised. Those two, just like the rest of the people she cared about and hadn't met on board the wooden monster yet. So the best thing she could do for all their sakes was to stop being sick with worry, trust they were alright and try to make herself useful. It wasn't the first nor the last time The City had shoved them straight into a crazy survival situation, right? They'd deal. They always had.

Sending one last glance at the darkened ocean, Umi sighed and stepped inside again.

[tharheblows.livejournal.com]

"You're gonna catch death out there, kid," the voice came out from right inside, to Umi's left, specifically. The arkmaster's lean was cool, casual, despite the rocking of the ship.

open to all;

[i-themagician.livejournal.com]

She nearly bumped into Clow as she came back in. He was halfway though cheerfully apologizing before he realized who she was and that she looked... worried, to say the least, and positively soaked from being up on deck. "Is something wrong, Umi?"

open to all; btw, Rhap and I decided that your angst thread needed to be spammed. Just FYI.

[bequiet_hescreamed]

Clef did not know the meaning of relaxation, or at least didn't seem to at the moment. Having finished running around and making sure everyone in his 'family' was accounted for, he was left with too much energy and too little to do. So, he found a spot with lots of foot traffic going to and fro where he could sit and people-watch without drawing much attention. This way, if something happened, he was already in the middle of everything and could help out easily. For the moment, however, there was nothing major and he was curled up just inside the door with a blanket and a mug of tea - apparently at some point he decided that it was his job to make sure that nothing crazy happened in his little area, and he intended to do it until he fell asleep.

"Umi," he said, tilting his head in greeting as she passed. Chances are she hadn't noticed him there, seeing as he was so small and quiet.

open to all;

[pharles-at-life.livejournal.com]

Presea wasn't far from Clef and the doorway, despite the press of people. She'd been mentally keeping track of everyone that she could, and sighed a little in relief to see Umi inside again. Even with her affinity for water, the seas were dangerous at the moment.

She thought that was probably why Umi looked upset, being in-tune with the water, but it didn't hurt to ask.

"Are you okay?"

just visible in the farside waters........ for now.

[monstrodick.livejournal.com]

[never thought it'd see the day

with a big boat coming its way

believe Moby when he says

he... ahem a mermaid :) ]

just visible in the farside waters........ for now.

[tharheblows.livejournal.com]

[ oh hell no, he's got his eye on that big blue watery road ]

Open to All

[yesimagenius.livejournal.com]

[Reid is bent over blue prints for the ark. He's trying to shelter them with his jacket as he peers at them shaking his head. Obviously he's not entirely sure this is going to work.]

Open to All

[oneformirth.livejournal.com]

[A crow flies over Reid's head, landing a few feet away. It looks at him with strangely sentient eyes and caws curiously.]

Open to All

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

[The thing about being super strong? Someone always takes advantage of that. Buffy is currently toting wood and supplies back and forth between boats.]

Figures, end of the world and I end up a pack mule.

still open to all!

[commarogue]

[Yeah well here's Faith trailing after her, grumbling.]

Told you we should've stayed in the City.

Open

[witheringlily.livejournal.com]

[Uni approaches the ark, trying to shield a large, waterproof bag containing food. She herself is soaked, cloak clinging to her arms and back as a result of having been caught in the storm. Still, she's thankful she managed to protect the bag. She sets it down once she enters the ark, moving to remove her cloak and hat and set them to dry.]

Open

[oneformirth.livejournal.com]

[Now that she's on the boat, the curse-induced anxiety that had been plaguing Zia ceases. It's not in her nature to worry, after all.

She skips around the boat, peering curiously at everyone and everything, and then sees Uni with a large bag.

While Uni sets her clothes to dry, Zia starts to poke through the bag curiously. Personal property? What's that?]

Open

[classywigger.livejournal.com]

[Rummy uses his trenchcoat protect himself and what little he brought from the rain as he gets on the boat. For once it's serving a purpose other than making him look badass. He finds a dry corner of the boat to settle down and dry his glasses, which got a little splattered with rainwater despite his best efforts.]

Open

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

[Peeta is sitting on the deck after having been partnered with a certain Oncologist. He's not moping, but he is pretty quiet, not liking that he's separate from Katniss. He totally does not see the great white whale]

Open

[dr_conscience]

[The Oncologist in question is quiet himself, preoccupied with rather active worrying; he's stopped prodding at his phone for the moment, finding it entirely unresponsive, and is now scanning those aboard the deck, looking for any familiar faces he hasn't checked in with yet. He's anxious, uncertain as to whether being here was the right choice, but equally worried about anyone who's stayed behind.

At the same time, though, he's taken note of his assigned partner's state. So between his visual sweeps of the deck, he glances over. How does one strike up a conversation with a stranger they've been mysteriously likened to under circumstances like these? The best answer he's got is a general, gentle inquiry to make himself available if his newfound companion wants to talk.]

Hanging in there alright?

Open;

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

[Having claimed a space below decks and situated the few spare things she's brought with her--all the ones too big to fit into her pockets, at least--Rosella is now on the deck, looking over the side and staring at the waves as if trying to make sense of them all. Her hair is damp, which is something of an annoyance but also a sort of blessing, as the act of braiding it back off her face is giving her a way of keeping her fingers occupied as she thinks.

She has never been one for boats, herself; those are more the province of her father and brother. She is, however, familiar with the dangers that can lurk beneath the waves. She has met sharks before, in her journeys, and perhaps moreso than anyone aboard, she knows the dangers of whales.

She's been swallowed by one once before. It's not an experience she would care to repeat.

But at least the boat seems to be holding up, as cramped as the quarters may be, and it's better that she's here, near her friends and the people she cares about, rather than trying to ride out the storm alone at home.]

Open;

[mumbled_truth]

[Todd's been quiet - moreso than usual - since the curse set in. His brow is apparently stuck in a furrow, a small, worried frown pulling at his mouth.

When he finally brings himself to wander cautiously about the deck, though, Rosella is one of the first people he sees. So he walks over, putting on the best smile he can manage at the time.

It's small, and the anxiety is still readily apparent in his expression, but it's an attempt nonetheless.]

Hey.

open; be aware i am slooow atm ;_; /backtags eternally

[cold_dry_pieces]

[The rain has never bothered Brian, and he doesn't get seasick; so, in spite of the storm he's up on deck, standing far enough from the edge that most of the spray doesn't hit him... though it's difficult to stay dry anywhere, at this rate.

All things considered he looks remarkably calm, in part because he's exhausted; helping build seemed like a good idea yesterday, but that was probably just a curse compulsion. Hardly his usual habit.

Well, he's here now. And it looks like it was worth going.]

open but slow;

[aregulargirl.livejournal.com]

Since she's originally from Seattle, Max is no stranger to bad weather, but it's never gotten to the point where the city's needed to be evacuated, much less onto a giant boat. She is also no stranger to bad situations and has been through things that were arguably much worse than this, but some of her worst memories have to do with large bodies of water - being chained to the bottom of pools and timed how long she could hold her breath, of having to hide underneath the ice of a lake until all was clear, until Lydecker's men were gone and she was safe, free - and being surrounded by something she generally tries to avoid if at all possible feels like a living nightmare.

Even though she's not in it alone, even though she's not actually in the water, being at sea is making her extremely uneasy and it's pretty evident on her face and in her body language. She's sticking below the decks, not looking out the windows, and staying as far as close as she can to the center of the boat. She's tired from working on the ark and gathering supplies the day before, but there is no way she's sleeping and she's too anxious to concentrate on anything else, so whenever she's not sitting in a curled-up ball, she's pacing, trying to rid herself of all the nervous energy pumping through her body. Sometimes she's lying on her back or curling on her side to calm the quaking in her stomach whenever the sea gets particularly rough - Manticore engineered her to withstand a lot of things, but she's not used to it and the anxiety is not treating her well.

She is probably not currently the greatest company, but will welcome the distraction if anyone decides to approach her.

[witheringlily.livejournal.com]

[Uni is walking around the ship, looking for people who might need something to eat, or anything else she could possibly help with.

Seeing Max and noting her expression, she makes her way over and puts on a friendly smile. She holds out a large bag she is carrying.]

Hello! Would you like some food? They're mostly sandwiches, but don't worry! My bag is waterproof, and they managed to stay dry.

KATARA YOU BETTER BE ON THIS BOAT OR SO HELP ME-- ahem; open to all!

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

[Zuko here. Without his flippy-floppies. He's busy looking around for his uncle and ignoring those he doesn't recognize around him. No, that's a lie- he's looking around for Euphie, Hannah, Edmund, basically all his 'box with buttons' buddies who harasstalk to him whenever that raspy voice of his chimes over the network, too.]

Uncle?

[Calling out for you, Iroh! Who wants to help locate the old man with him?]

/loves; open to all!

[i-themagician.livejournal.com]

[ Well, Clow is not one of those buddies (yet), nor is he Zuko's uncle. He is, however, running around all by himself - his partner perhaps didn't appreciate his exuberance and finally managed to lose him. And who could blame anyone for that, really? Here it is, the end of the world, and Clow is acting like he's on a cruise.

Yet, at the same time, he's not too excited about WHEE BOATING to ignore the distress around him. ]

Looking for someone? [ :3? ]


[ ... That doesn't mean he's not still creepily cheerful, though. ]

›› open

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

[Ginny Weasley is no stranger to crowded and sometimes cramped quarters. She did, after all, grow up in The Burrow with no shortage of company and a distinct lack of personal space. Brothers. They get into your business like no one else can. Be that as it may, the redheaded witch isn't taking too kindly to being a fair bit shorter than the rest of the ark's occupants and it's taking a considerable amount of willpower not to mount her broom and soar above everyone's heads. The broom in question has been Shrunk and tucked away for safe-keeping; her wand is hidden as well, but still within reach.

After all, with this many citizens stuck in one place, it's better to be on one's guard. Ginny had boarded with a gentleman she'd never met before, and though it meant she'd been allowed on the ark, she had still been wary. Now, she's trying to make her way above deck, hoping to find some more familiar faces. Being dry, it turns out, isn't one of her priorities.]

›› open

[adamantined]

[She's been sticking to the walls, mostly, sliding along the boards and over what should serve as windows in an attempt to stay out of everyone's way. Most of the crowd on this level mills in the middle, clogging the main walkways and making it nearly impossible to even reach a bunk for some sort of refuge. Claire has no intention of staying inside, however. Now that she's deposited Mr. Muggles somewhere relatively shut away, her main goal is to get back outside and help shuffle people on board.

Being busy is as good a distraction as any, when it comes to resolutely trying not to think about Peter and what Peter would do in this situation, but bumping into people and apologizing is starting to take being busy's place. Claire's mouth is tired on 'I'm sorry's and 'excuse me's, and nearly running someone over on her way for a part in the sea of people uses up most of the patience she has left.]

Sorry, but do you think you could - [It's Ginny.] Oh, it's you. [Pause.] Know the quickest way back up top?