Ilaera saw the next couple, she could tell they were in love right away, it couldn't be more obvious. Other than that though they didn't seem that interesting, but maybe there was more to this couple than she knew, it wouldn't hurt to try and gain more information about them. She realized that remembering all of these first impressions was getting harder with the amount she had seen, so she took a notebook out of her bag and started to write down all she could remember.

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Frieda wiggled in her seat, she was now more embarrassed then angry. She stuck her snoot into the champaign flute and made a funny face when the bubbles tickled her nose. "Oh...nothing's really wrong." she lied. She was angry at herself for getting her feelings hurt over something she overheard Lovecraft say. Lovecraft always said outrageous things and it never bothered her before. The remarks weren't even directed at her personally, just her small group in general and it was most likely in jest. "I guess I'm just missing Weldon."

She patted Lions hand with her paw and then took Teislyn's hand. Tears sprung into her eyes. "I see all these fancy looking couples...like those two over there, the...what was their names, the Perry's? They look so happy and wealthy and I...." she trailed off and sipped her champaign to hide her tears. The champaign was too dry to suit her taste and she gulped it just to get it down. "I'll be OK once this cruise gets going and there's something to do besides watching passenger's bored." She almost giggled at her own horrible pun. She gazed at Lion's drink, "If they make a port to drink...is there a starboard to drink also?"

*Pika stares at the adorable couple. She wonders why he seems so uncomfortable. *

what do you think of them?

The Peary power couple were well known in the entertainment business. Not something Nightshade followed or cared about.

Lizabeth Peary had one of those faces that just attracted your attention immediately, her husband however can only be disturbed as the person beside her. What she saw in him he'd never know. It didn't seem like she needed him to advance her career or anything. Love maybe? How... stupid.

Galaxia stops dead in her tracks on her way over to check on , staring at Lizabeth McDermott Peary and appreciating her graceful movements for (maybe to some) an overly long moment. It would be from enough of a distance not to be noticeable to Lizabeth Peary or her husband, of course, since they are famous individuals and Galaxia is not in their social circle. Also, the tall golden-red-haired woman has a sense of discretion and turns away quickly, apologizing to someone who had bumped into her during the abrupt halt.

Galaxia's only reaction to the husband is a sniff and a quiet comment to Crisgems as she draws next to her teammate, "It's good that he understands how blessed his circumstances are, to have her as a close companion."

They have no idea passes you another lime wedge and the salt

Maybe we work so will cus of the alcohol drinks Nahhhh

nods I'll buy it.

Oh look at the pretty things. We need that stuff!!! Lets steal buy thems. drinks more I mean if these rich fancy people want to wear their finest around us...we should be able to take. :)

I'm not so sure about this champagne, let's see if they have something else. "Excuse me, is there a champagne that isn't so dry? Sorry, to be of a bother about it." She smiled sweetly at the bartender, hoping it'd help.

"Oh look! That couple there is beautiful together! I love her hair style, I'll have to ask how she does it. Oh, Frieda, I'm sorry, i'm sure you miss your sweetie and he misses you too. However, there is something off about them, but I can't put my finger on it yet. I do wonder if all of the guests we've seen board are all here for a similar reason."

Kat went to Frieda's aid as well. "Don't let silly people bother you!" Minx wanting to cheer up Kat's friend balanced on her two back feet waving on of her paws in the air like one of those lucky cats. "See Minx wants you to be happy too."

Kat also looked toward Teislyn, "I second that about the drinks!" She watched the new couple enter. They sure looked happy, in a way....

(( Hehe, you pinged my character instead of me :P))

Teislyn giggled at the Kat's cat Minx and handed over the new flutes of champagnes she had asked for. "Maybe once the cruise gets going, we'll learn more. I'm getting antsy just waiting!"

(ICK! sorry, this is tough remembering all the names lol!)

"Thank you Teislyn!" She took a heavy drink from the new flute. Much better, "I am also ready to set sail. How many people are boarding the ship?"

*Lion kisses 's cheek and whispers "Qu'-est ce que l'opinion d'une crevette signifie pour une sirène?" as my Grandpere would say (What does the opinion of a shrimp mean to a Mermaid?) Perry Peary is msr's name (laughs) I do not think his maman liked babies.

I understand,my sister, it is hard to be away from the ones we love. May I say without flattery that Msr Weldon is the luckiest weasel in the world (raises sherry glass To Love!"

Chook is feeling rather pleased with herself ... she did not pour the drink over Alexis's head nor did she slit her throat as she would have been pleased to do. Getting the eye of the bar tender she orders a proper drink, not lolly water champagne, and walks over to where Willow ( ) is seated.

"huh. This place is getting pretty crowded" Sunny thought, glancing at the new couple that walked in. She wasn't as interested in these as the last pair, but there was still something about them that caught her eye.

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Teislyn always managed to bring Frieda right back down to earth with her love and no-nonsense kind words. "Thank you my darling for your understanding." She put down her champaign flute and asked the server for a sherry glass and a bottle of a five-grape ruby port. "I think I'm going to be better. You've seen this before, I always get a little bit of separation anxiety for about the first couple of hours away from home."

When the port arrived, the server expertly uncorked the bottle with a musical pop! The thick creamy red liquid oozed into the small glass with a gurgle that made Frieda giggle. She raised the glass to her lips and sipped it. It was so sweet and fruity and smoky and rich-tasting. She fell immediately in love with port and took another small sip. "I agree with you about all the deer-folk on this ship...they are all hiding very strange mixtures of emotions and many of those feelings are bad...even evil."

Frieda brightened at Msr. Delacroix's kiss and his compassionate words. She knew his intentions and they were, empathetic and strictly platonic. He surely had all the makings of a soul-brother, much like her childhood friends Bretton Jeffery-Pine and Eddy Current. Armed with a glass of port, she accepted the toast to love and raised her glass before swallowing a mouthful of the sweet wine. Frieda vowed to become very intimate with her bottle of port during this voyage.

Frieda watched Minx play and paw at the air and she smiled. "Minx?" She waited for the creature to answer. When Minx didn't respond Frieda cocked her head and spoke to Kat. "Thank you so much for your kind words. I'm feeling better now that I think I know what the problem is. It shouldn't take me by surprise like this every single time I come to one of these jobs, but I does. Ask Teislyn, I get all weepy and over sensitive the first few hours of an adventure and then, like clockwork, I figure I miss my mate and then I'm fine and I have a great time."

She sipped on her second glass of port and pointed at Minx. "Felines in my world are feral, though they originated from domesticated pet stock. Still, they are sentient and speak. We are currently in negotiations with their leader to join our community. Does Minx not speak?"

Frieda was about to ask another series of questions about Minx when she sensed an ever-escalating cascade of mixed emotions. She turned to see young Ebele being verbally assaulted by the evil Drow named Sorn (). Frieda put her paw on Lion's arm and pointed toward the young girl. "I think that maybe we may need to invervene before that evil elf disembowls that child." There was nothing passively aggressive in her use of the term 'elf.' She touched the amulet at her breast, gulped her third port and stood with the full intention of snatching Ebele to safety if necessary.

*Lion nods, grabbing up his billiards stick over his shoulder and heads over to Scrotum the mean drone who wanted to roast our sweet little Ebele

Lion nods calmly to Sorn, both in gratitude for not killing his loud mouthed teammate and simple courtesy between Defenders before leading Ebele away by the arm.

It is several long seconds before the Frenchman speaksYou were playing a very dangerous game back there, Ebele. Sorn is an assassin, he kills for profit or in his case, for entertainment, you were very fortunate that he was trying to warn you off rather than simply waiting for you in your stateroom some evening to continue the discussion in private, without witnesses. If you are going to play the game, you must learn to read people's eyes and bodies study them as you would for an exam, he whispers. moving down a stool, he seats Ebelle between himself and

Suddenly the incessantly prattling young one was whisked away from Sorn and his ears were thankful for the break. He heard the little lecture about him and was slightly amused. Assassin huh? Well, that was one word for him he supposed. He'd never considered himself in that context before. In truth, he was still learning his way amongst the surface dwellers. He had considered being a sorcerer for hire. He's keen eyes scanned the ship, looking for signs of his friends Garrin and Jean, but alas neither were here. He did notice the glamour couple named Perry but didn't think anything else of them. Instead he thought of Garrin and the man's attempts at teaching him how to read Human. His frustration laid way to many ruined books and Garrin's singed eyebrows from the creative methods of destruction Sorn had used. Looking out at the sky, the drow sighed. "Friends," he thought, "what do I need with them?" His girl"friend" stepped through a portal to another world--leaving him. He was lonely again, but also bitter. He let his guard down and allowed himself to care--as the humans kept telling him he must do now he was condemned to this life on the surface. And what did it get him? Nothing but an empty bed and pain, pain he didn't know how to cope with. Still, he glanced back to the innocent child, Ebele was it and wondered why she would even approach him. Was it simple naivety or was there something else? Casting off the introspective vein, Sorn conjured a ball of lightning and started flicking off the ship and bringing it back to him like a boomerang. Sometimes he'd let the lightning go at various distances before balling it back up and returning it to him.

I'm in full agreement wife, clearly they have it to spare if they're just walking around all decked out :)