tampered | 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
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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[At the sound of her name, Claire reaches out to return that hurried hug, still damp herself around the hemlines and cuffs of her shirt and jeans, the ends of her hair clumped together with seawater. There is a dark, stiff ring of muddy sand around the flares of her jeans but she's only reminded of this when she has to shift and press shoulder to shoulder as someone parades past them. She gives Ginny a Look at her question, as if the idea that she could be anything other than alright is ridiculous.]

Of course I'm alright. [It might be her patience and some latent claustrophobia creating itself that's giving her voice the snappy edge. Or it could be the guy pressing his backside against her ribs.] Just hoping this guy hasn't had a bunch of tacos for lunch or something. Come on.

[Her fingers wrap around Ginny's wrist and she nods at the other girl, indicating that she should lead the way.]

What about you? Have any trouble getting on this thing?

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[Ginny shoots her roommate a Look in return because of course she is, but you can't blame a witch for asking. With Finnick Odair her only company by phone and her mysterious boarding partner nowhere to be found, those questions become almost as automatic as the apologies of treading over someone's foot. Or being trod on, as it were. Ginny's too short for this.

Of course, Claire's taco remark has her wrinkling her nose in obvious disgust and she tugs the blonde through the crowd, away from Taco Man. She may be small but she can cut an impressive path through people, something to do with sharp elbows and sharper glares. But whenever she glances over her shoulder to speak to Claire, there's nothing but warmth, even if it's a little rough on the edges with mild irritation at the situation.]

Not at all. I flew in to get a better look at the boat and next thing I know, I'm helping with the thing and getting shoved on it. No idea where that bloke went, though...

[Ginny trails away to take an exaggerated deep breath of freedom once they reach the bottom of the stairs, then climbs.]

This is mad, though, isn't it? Ever seen it in the City before?

[Being short does have its perks, and while Claire has been made to withstand jabs and shoulders aimed at her head by some of the taller citizens, the petite nature of her frame means that squeezing in between those jabs and shoulders with relative ease is not unheard of. When the opportunity to squeeze through actually opens up, that is. Which one just has, so Claire herds Ginny through it until they reach the stairs and cat start climbing up to the top level.]

Same here. I think I've at least got an idea where my partner went but I'm going to have to find her again eventually. [Claire casts a quick look back over her shoulder, down the stairs they've just come up. No Yvaine but there are a few familiar faces. She ticks them off her mental tally and raises both her eyebrows at Ginny once her roommate's looked back at her.] Have I ever seen this before? You could try every other day and those mix-and-match weekends, for starters.

I meant this whole bit with the weather and boat. Ship. Whatever.

[There's a heavy, impatient sigh and wave of a hand with the last few words and Ginny keeps making her way to the fresh air outside. She isn't sure if the rain's even stopped but at this point she's beyond caring, because as much as she is a people person, this is a little bit too much people for one person.]

As far as I can remember, the City's never had to try and evacuate the lot of us. And, no surprise, the deities wouldn't answer questions either.

[A more exasperated note slips into the redhead's words as she pauses on the landing and flicks her tangled mane of hair over her shoulders.]

I just wish I knew what was going on.

[Claire smiles while Ginny's turned away from her, something small and hidden and a little smug. Getting even the tiniest bit of a rise out of her is always good entertainment, and having a shot of that infused with the atmosphere on board is enough to make Claire feel like they aren't on a ship potentially bound for disaster and destruction. It's still raining when they make it to the top landing, and it's clear enough of people here to stand comfortably with a few others that Claire doesn't recognize.]

I don't think they're evacuating us. [And that's the small quirk of a smile removed as she glances back toward the City proper.] I think they're just sticking us on a ship for a little bit and then we'll somehow end up back in the City. It's too hard for people to leave this place. The deities wouldn't just let us sail away so easily.

[Which is a reminder in and of itself of those who do get away, leaving Claire to bite at her lip and cast another look around. If she's looking for someone in particular, it isn't obvious, and she's back with Ginny after the casual sweep of the level they're on gives her no immediately familiar results.]

Me, too. [It's as serious as she wants to get on the subject. She looks up again, letting her hair down only to begin re-knotting it a moment later. When Claire speaks, her hands are buried in hair that's gone curly with the water, tangled around her fingers.] Have you seen or talked to anyone? We can compare lists.

[In all honesty, Ginny would much rather sit but she's not too interested in getting the seat of her jeans soaked through. Again. So the redhead leans comfortably against the wall, almost slouching a few inches low on it and head dropped back to peer skyward, squinting a little in the rain. She doesn't want to look back at the City, be reminded that they aren't really leaving.

She listens to Claire's words, agrees with all of them, but that doesn't stop the distaste from twisting her lips into a bit of a frown.]

Evacuating the City doesn't mean evacuating this world. I know that. Sea or air, doesn't matter, we'd get stopped.

[Ginny sighs, idly wiping the rain from her face, though it does nothing to dry it.]

A few familiar faces here and there. Not nearly everyone I know, but a handful. I've been speaking to Finnick Odair on my phone and Chase was looking for you before people started boarding. That's about it until we ran into each other.

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