paradisa | The Boat

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The Boat

[And there, sitting on the docks, is a cruise ship. It seems a man from InGen is waiting by the hull to greet them, a wide smile on his face]

Please accept InGen's humblest apologies for this little...mix up. We are offering you a week stay in a luxury hotel in the beautiful city of San Diego. We should arrive here this evening.

[He bustles them along inside, where all those folks who didn't get to spend a hellish four days on a dinosaur infested island are waiting for them]

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[The Once-ler, though glad he's not had to suffer being on a dinosaur hellhole with a bum knee and the astounding top speed of a graceless limp, has still been uneasy since they found out about where the others were. People he cares about a great deal are on there and he's been worried sick about them.

So he'll be hobbling along, his knee at least in a brace instead of a cast now, scanning the crowd for people he actually gives a damn about. At least his height makes it easy to scan]

[Conan was standing on the railing as close to the island as he could get. He is using the telescopic function of his glasses to zoom in on the island. To Conan, the weight of not knowing what had happened to the people on the island was the worst part of this. How many had been injured? How many deaths?

Don't expect any hugs from this one, but he'll be happy to see you're alive all the same.]

[Phoebe is covered in dirt, her clothes are torn and she looks like she hasn't slept in a few days. She gives the greeter an incredulous look]

A mix up? Oh buddy you're lucky you're our only way off this island otherwise I'd have a few choice words to say about this "mix up" of yours.

[Luke arrives on the boat, his head wrapped in bandages and looking exhausted.]

Where's the nearest room I can stay in?

[ It's difficult for her to see above the crowd given that she was shorter than the majority of the people on board. But Katherine was absolutely determined to find friends who had been stuck on the island. From what she could tell from the journals things had not gone so well.

She managed to find a decent enough spot where she could climb onto the railing on deck, giving her the height advantage she required. And anyone she knew better be prepared for a massive hug and a ton of questions. Guardians doubly so.

Or yell at her to get down before she falls over. There's that too. ]

[The cruise ship has proven mildly intriguing--it's easily the largest ship Gideon has ever seen, let alone boarded--but the appeal grew less and less as it became clear that several people of his acquaintance were not likewise aboard. Gideon's thoughts jumped immediately to the time he spent asleep while others were driven to madness; had they been thrown once again into a similar situation? More importantly, had he been left somewhere quiet while Felix, Mildmay, and others faced unknown dangers? The few cryptic, frustrated messages he noticed on the network did little to assuage his concerns.

When it becomes clear on the fourth day that the ship is making its way to the island in the distance, Gideon braces himself. And he makes certain to be present when the other castle residents board the ship, silently looking for those for whom he's been concerned.]

[she lets out a snort] A "mix up"? That's what you call an innocent woman being killed?

[Simon is just sitting in a chair with his face in his hands once on the ship, looking dirty, ragged, tired and irritated. This is most decidedly NOT what he would think of as compensation for what he and the others had endured.]

[The cruise had become much less enjoyable once Jennifer had found out what was going on- and so, when the other residents of Paradisa had been rescued, she had whatever medical supplies she could find gathered together, ready to treat anyone who needed it.]

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[A very ragged-looking Castle was dragging himself onto the ship, followed by a chewed-up cutout. Because, yes, the damn thing was still there.]

Dinosaurs. DINOSAURS.

[While Lara was tired and covered in dirt and blood, she stands on the foredeck by herself, arms crossed and leaning on the fence. Her eyes have a hundred-yard stare, her mind is in deep thought. Come to think of it, she was standing like this on a merchant ship before she was taken to Paradisa...]

[Chie just slowly walked on the deck once she got in. She normally would appreciate the beautiful ship, but after all that, she just can't... She holds her arm and limps as she walks. Her ankle has gotten worse, and she's covered in blood and dirt.

Watching those who get reunited with their friends, she couldn't help but crack a weak smile while tears ran down her cheek as she watches them. She sat on a bench by herself, lowering her head, hoping everyone she loves is safe]

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[This isn't the first time he's been shuffled onto a cruise ship and he's isn't about to complain about being excluded. It was a somewhat boring excursion, but he preferring being in one piece.

He stands on deck as the others come aboard with a distant but vaguely interested expression.]

[Nora slowly limps her way onto the boat. It may have been mostly healed but her leg was throbbing steadily from all the running and everything from the past few days. She was done. Just so done. She barely registered that there were people around her let alone who they were. All she wanted was somewhere clean and safe where she could be alone with Mark. No. Strike that. The first thing she wanted was a shower so she could just sit under the hot water for an hour... maybe two.

She pauses at the railing, looking out over the island one last time. It looks so nice from there. You'd never imagine it was so fucking deadly. Speaking of deadly... she looks down at the pistol in her hand. It had felt good to be armed back there yet she felt disgusted at herself for having it. It wasn't right. It wasn't her. A mace was one thing but a gun... that was too much. She flung it overboard, turning away before she even heard the splash of it hitting the water.]

[Unlike many of those who stagger aboard, Zelos seems to stroll. Sure, he's dirty and a bit bloodied like the rest- but he seems pretty unfazed all and all that he was stuck on an island full of dinosaurs. Seriously, once his powers returned it was just like home! He stretches and looks bored when the man speak.]

Whatever, as long as I get to shower I don't care.

[Though okay, at least he seems to be glancing around for people he might know]

[Danny is one of the last to board to the ship. He'd waited until he was sure everyone made it on board.

And then he falls, fading out of his transformation as he gets closer to the ship. By the time he hits the deck he is fully human once more. A battered, physically and emotionally exhausted human. He doesn't even make an effort ot find a room. He just pulls himself against a wall and slumps there.]

[Katniss limped on with the last group up the ramp, covered in mud and blood, took one look around and letting out a sharp sigh of relief.]

Good.

[Then she promptly dropped to the ground, hand going to her side, that seemed to be sort of bloody.]

[Calvin doesn't know anybody on the ship. He doesn't really know anybody at all to be honest. He stumbles onto the ship and goes to find an empty space near the railing where he can sit and dangle his feet and wish that Hobbes was here with him.]

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A. Closed

[ Late. Late. Almost too late. Arya could cry when she sees the ship.

Nymeria and Grey Wind had raced out of the ship as soon as Robb let them out of their cage. The direwolves had run heedless of anyone in the way, any calls, into the wilderness.

There are only two to whom they listen. And they had been ordered by one to seek the other.

Tired as she is, Arya breaks into a run. She is down to only her sleeveless yellow undershirt, the hooded sweater having been ripped away. On her back are three shallow cuts to go with the scars already marring her skin. The direwolves follow loyally, one to either side, not leaving her alone.

Once on deck, she looks around wildly. She forgets Henry, she forgets Kyubey, she forgets Allen. There is but one man she needs to find. The wolves know. They'll take her to Robb. ]

B. Open

[ Clean and feeling the pangs of hunger, Arya and Nymeria explore the ship. Her hurts are minimal. Bruises and scratches are so commonplace as to not be worth mentioning. Her new cotton shirt hides the long cuts on her back well.

Their first stop is the kitchen, though it takes some wandering to find. After, she decides to try her luck with other places: the bridge, the engine room, the hold. Locked though they may be, it does not stop her from trying to break in or peek through any windows. ]

[Jane is properly bustled, though she has the sourest of faces. Is she grateful to be off of this Godforsaken island with access to showers and beds and food? Yes. Does she want to spend another several days with these bumbling InGen idiots?

Do you even need to ask?

Jane hasn't gone to get cleaned up or anything yet, choosing instead to wander the ship in search of familiar faces.]

[Ib has spent the last three and a half days already aboard the cruise ship. It's been almost enough to convince her that world changes aren't always hell and gore and death! ... And then came the word in the journal that someone had been eaten by a Tyrannosaurus (she wasn't sure exactly what that was). And there's still been no sign of Garry, except for a blue rose made of cloth that she found in her cabin the other day.

And then on top of that, now there's a big commotion and suddenly a whole bunch of people are coming aboard, some of whom she even recognizes. They're here! They're okay! But... there's still one missing.

Suddenly worried again, Ib heads down to the deck and starts moving with urgency around the people assembled, trying to catch a glimpse of a tattered coat or a mop of purple hair. Where is he?]

Garry? ... Are you here? Garry!

[As the influx of people begins slowing to a trickle, she gets more and more alarmed. He can't not be here. He can't. Finally, she starts approaching random people to ask.]

Excuse me, um -

[He's so tired but he can't sit, can't rest until he knows everyone he loves is safe. They found Robb, but not Emma, and eventually he had to break away to search.

Everyone should be here. Everyone. So why is it no matter how many times he circles, he can't seem to find her?]

Mom? Mom!

[He'll keep looking, searching for his friends as well as he does, but the longer he goes the more desperate he gets. He was in one of the last groups -- she's either here or she's still on the island.]

[Sherlock doesn't relax.

He makes it onto the ship in one of the earlier groups, and from there remains just as tense and alert as he was before the chase to get here.

He shrugs off his suit jacket (what remains of it: dirt and blood and torn strips of fabric) and abandons it on the deck. From there, it's reloading his handgun, replacing it in the waistband of his trousers, and leaning his back against the railing to survey the stream of residents coming in.

If he sees someone he knows, great. If not, fine. Either way, he isn't moving.]

[Howl is not happy. In terms of personal suffering, this was perhaps worse than being stuck on that spaceship had been. He's considerably more disheveled than he'd ever willingly allow, clothes torn, dirty, and his hair a mess. He looks uninjured but rather exhausted by all the excitement and the energy he'd just expended getting himself to the boat uneaten.]

If I never see another lizard again, it will be too soon.

[ After reuniting with Arya pressure lifted from Robb's shoulders, allowing him to relax (as much as Robb Stark actually relaxes) for the first time in four days. Giving her leave to wander with her direwolf at her sit, Robb finds a chair to sit himself in, his own wolf lay beside him protectively.

With his leather doublet open his injuries are quiet visible, as is the dress cloth wrapped around his torso to stop the bleeding. By now they are stained red, but some colors still remain. He will seek proper medical aid soon, if he does not Arya is surely to kick his shins until they are red. ]

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