tampered | LOG: ONGOING [The Ark]

LOG: ONGOING [The Ark]

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
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[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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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...

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.

Penny does take a moment to survey the sea that appeared overnight, awed by the dark waves and turbulent surf. There's not much to see--it's gray on gray with a rainy screen--but she does think she spies something off to the right. It's too dark to be a wave and gone too fast to allow for careful inspection. Was that a fin? Were there whales out here?

"Did anyone else see that?" she asks no in particular, hoping that someone else had seen the thing. It couldn't do to be cursed and crazy.

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.

The arkmaster is easily recognizable, although Penny can't quite remember where she met him. Was it when they were being assigned partners, or before that when she was trying to figure out how to help build the ark? No matter. He has towels--wonderful, fluffy-looking towels that, to Penny, look like pieces of heaven itself--and he's headed her way.

"Hello?" It's a tentative greeting, as if she's not sure she's allowed to talk to him. "Could I maybe borrow one of those towels? Please?"

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.

With the animals tucked against the wall and out of the way, Penny is making herself familiar with the inside of the boat. Funny how she never managed to see the inside while they were working on it. It's amazing, though, how sturdy the ark looks, considering how quickly they made it and how very clueless some of the helpers--Penny included--were.

The tired phrase, spoken in a soft voice, grabs her attention. Penny smiles at Emma, genuinely pleased to see her. Emma hadn't looked all that good when they had boarded (in spite of her cute and neatly coordinated outfit, which Penny admired); she still looks nervous, but it seems to be a controlled nervousness. That has to be an improvement... right?

"You can have them for free, if you really want them," Penny replies cheerfully. No need to tell Emma that she's worried about the friends she hasn't heard from yet; poor Emma looks like she's quite capable of worrying enough for both of them. "How're you doing?"

"I'm sorry," she says immediately, realizing belatedly what is quite obvious; Penny has heard this many times and certainly it's not a terrible thing but anything heard too much can become tiresome. This is something she would ordinarily have considered, but things haven't been describable under that heading for a long time now. Her smile tightens a little, self-conscious, and then she softens again because some part of her---the adult rather than the inhibited otherness that often gets in her own way--wants to avoid adding to what worry may exist already. Surely must, in fact.

Small wonder that their thoughts are on a similar track looking at the situation, but then, all the more reason to not bring it up. They already know.

"You've heard that a lot," she adds, explaining her apology and hurries on, her hands giving her away by twisting in front of her. "Oh I'm fi---I'm fine," she shrugs, laughs a little too highly. "I mean, you know it's...a bit crowded but it's dry." Bright side Emma, think of a bright side and hold onto it as if your life depends on it. These are her self-orders. Almost, they're even effective. "And yourself?" A much easier topic, at least for Emma, which she guesses is selfish but she does want to know.

"It's okay, I promise," Penny replies lightly, not all that bothered. It would take some effort to be offended by Emma, anyway; she might be the single most inoffensive person Penny has ever met. "I'm all for puns."

She can't quite figure out why Emma's still anxious. Honestly, Penny's not used to making people nervous. It must be the crowded boat and curse-related nerves, surely. "Dry is a good thing. And the crowd isn't so bad... I mean, it's not fun, but at least we have plenty of company?" That sounds a bit lame even to Penny, who isn't herself a fan of crowds in enclosed spaces. But there is a certain amount of safety in numbers, she thinks, and that helps.

"I'm great! You know, relatively." Penny smiles like she means it and, even though she's still wet and a little worried about Emma, she does. "And I have good company, which is always a plus."

Her mouth is parted to say something but nothing happens at first, her intentions all quite good but the manifestation of them falling short as she opts for a short nod and a small smile to buy herself another moment, her heels clipping hollowly against the floorboards as she finally pauses to Penny's right.

"I can't help but wonder, you know, if...if this is like...the other things," very specific, she almost sighs at herself. The word 'curse' once only synonymous with a swear still seems predominantly unreal to her as anything else--anything supernatural. "...Then the City will have an ark for no reason." It is meant as a joke but for the most part the tuck of her hands under her elbows and the catch of her lip under her teeth makes it awkward. So she reverts again to focusing on Penny instead of trying to say anything from her own vantage, which frightens her too much anyway. "You seem very," a pause, "...optimistic. I admire that."

And she does, more than she can say.

It takes Penny a moment to puzzle out what Emma's saying--a fact that has nothing to do with her interest in Emma's shoes, which are exceedingly adorable. She doesn't have much of an answer to offer. "Maybe the ark has a reason." Penny unconsciously fiddles with the ends of her messy hair and adds, "I've been here for... a while. I don't know how long. But every time something big like this happens, I wonder what it's all for. Like... what if the City's a giant game, and the deities're trying to pull together all of these pieces? Arks, people, spaceships..."

She shrugs the thoughts away. Penny's not much of one for theorizing, and Emma's bringing the conversation right back around to her. "Well... thank you," she replies, smiling down at the floorboards. "I don't know if it's something to admire so much as just one of those things that people don't have any control of, though. ...I mean, you seem really practical without even trying. I couldn't be practical if I tried. So... mutual admiration."

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