Chrissie Fletcher ( Fargothia)
Chrissie seemed to be right about one thing. This guy was a crazy old kook. It was so sad that he was insane at like thirty, but now a days, thirty was the new fifty. She had no clue why he cared that some rocks were moved. She hadn't accidently hit him. The invisble thing had snatched up the corpse of the child and Chrissie had no clue what the fuck was going on, but she knew it wasn't good.
She ran after him and then remembered. "
The door is locked!" she shouted after him. She noticed out of the corner of her eye, a black kitten, peeking out of a secret passageway, but staying out of the room.
Well, it couldn't be worse than the invisible thing. She grabbed Charles's arm and pulled him towards the secret passage.
"
Hey, senor crazy, there's a passage out of here. Look at the small kitten. It seems to be showing the way out," she said. The kitten licked its paws and if the creature got near it, it would throw a hairball in its direction. Once the two would get into the passage, the door would close. " Okay, now that, we are out of peril. Two things. What the fuck were you doing and what's your name? I'm Chrissie."
@Ringmaster
Joe the Ghost
Joe wondered if the women would understand why most of the people were so upset. The ghost looked around and had to wonder if there would be a way to calm them down. Joe knew that it was shocking to discover you were dead as the ghost had gone through some denial when Peter had initially revived her back in the catacombs and that was the honest truth.
God, it had felt like a lifetime ago, Joe had been revived from the dead, even if it had only been two years. But then again, in some ways it was a really long time. Being a ghost from before the French Revolution meant that Joe was from a different time period than the others. The ghost had adjusted to the different things that happened, even if it had taken a while to adjust. Of course, there were some things Joe didn't need. Being a ghost, Joe didn't need to shower or eat, though the ghost had realized that she could which was interesting. But, Joe had to wonder. Was all of this purposeful?
Joe had a feeling that Constance wanted to tell them things, but if there was someone on the ship playing puppet master, the ghost could understand why she wouldn't want to say anything. If there was a being that could kill them, well it meant the others could get hurt and nobody wanted to do that. The ghost looked over at Constance and wondered if she thought the exact same conclusion Joe had come to months ago. Joe was a unique case. Despite Peter being a necromancer, Joe hadn't been revived properly, still keeping some of her ghost-like qualities. Joe could walk through walls and was less alive than others. A living dead was the term Joe had called them over. The ghost could only assume that it had something to do with the fact of the time of their death. It was much before Peter had found Joe and the body couldn't be restored.
Joe didn't want to tell the others this, but the ghost actually didn't know what had been the cause of the death that had ended its life. The ghost bit down on their lip and looked over at the group. " I can honestly say that is the truth of the matter. I have seen that happen with some of the animals that Peter had and they always seemed to eventually remember how they died. Joe looked over at Constance and could understand why the professor would be interested in necromancy. Nobody had ever studied it before. " I am not surprised that you don't know about the locks and the other strange things, I feel that whoever is doing this hasn't told everyone everything. It would make sense to keep some secrets to themselves.
Joe had to wonder how come some people took the fact that they were dead better than others. Was it the way they were brought up or was it the fact that nobody wanted to believe that they had a very limited second chance on life? Should Joe tell them what she knew about the living dead from spending time around Peter?
Joe looked over at the other woman and had to wonder why she didn't. The ghost had walked through doors and helped to get help. Why was being dead such a strange concept to her or was it something else the ghost had missed. " When Peter revives people, it's just a few minutes before death and you must act as if you are alive. But there are some rules to what he can do and they aren't exactly the fairest ones either."
Joe had to wonder if Fiona was starting to put the pieces together in the situation that they were. It was possible that she hadn't, but hopefully she had. Joe wasn't surprised that Constance wasn't amongst the living dead. She had seen more alive and curious than most of the people on the ship, the living dead included.
The ghost looked over at Fiona and knew what that felt like. " Most of the things Peter revive need to eat, but I don't need any. But however, I wouldn't mind having some turkey on wheat myself or something else of the nature," Joe replied, walking over to the fridge and looking through the different food. Joe settle on a cheese stick for now, not really needing to eat and saving the food for the others.
Joe would chew on the cheese stick, debating how to mention the rules and what order the group should tell them. It was a lot to swallow and it seemed to be a bad time to tell them about it. But on the other hand, if the ghost didn't tell them, they might just leave Peter's side and... the ghost didn't want to think what happened after that. It wasn't very pretty to think about honestly.
As Joe looked at Ari and Fiona, the ghost considered what it felt like knowing they had died. Did it hurt to remember how they died and was it something Joe would ever know? The ghost continued to chew on the cheese stick, before finally swallowing once Ari started to talk about how she felt.
" That must have been horrible to die like that. I can honestly say that the pain doesn't go away, but once the memory fades, it should be easier. Well, in theory. I don't actually know because I have never remembered how I was killed and it's been so long. Nearly 200 years or so."
Joe looked over at the ground and bit down on the cheese stick and had to wonder if there was something that Constance wanted to tell them. Maybe it wasn't a good thing to directly tell them what the ghost knew about Peter's revival and instead write it down. The ghost took a deep breath and could see why Ari was angry. Finding out you were dead and that someone else knew was a terrible thing to know. The ghost had been so mad when theyhad first come back, but Joe had to learn to adjust and that was a lesson she held to heart. Joe wanted to believe that Constance wanted to redeem herself, she had been making effort to give them information. Joe didn't think it was a pure accident the journal had been left out and read. If she had wanted to keep it a secret, she easily could have hidden from them. She hadn't done that.
Joe wondered if she was still observing them for whoever was in charge, or if it was more so that she wanted to eat anything in the immediate area. She was surprised that she had stayed so calm in the face of all of this anger, but it was a good thing. Joe couldn't consider that and had caught on that she had wanted to get the ghost's attention. Joe approached Constance and would look at the notes that she had written and nodded gently to show that the ghost understood why she had written it down. The ghost followed after looking over at the journal and then back over at the woman who had made mistakes.
Joe looked at the sandwich and noticed that she had written they watch in her bread. Did that mean they were being watched right now and how were they doing that? Was it all throughout the ship and could anything slip by? She looked over at Ari to see if she remembered who had murdered her.
Joe was happy to see that Fiona was becoming more sensible in her approach and wasn't as furious with the professor as Ari was at her. The ghost imagined that she wasn't really happy with her, but arguing wasn't going to get them anywhere in the long run as well.
Joe took note of the different approach that Constance and Fiona were exchanging in the journal and the ghost did flip through the book, wondering the exact same questions as Fiona. Joe would move away from the journal and would go over to the desk. There was paper and a pencil here. Should the ghost write the rules that seemed to be the same about Peter's revivals or was it safer to use the journal that the women were currently exchanging their notes in. Joe was uncertain.
Joe would go over to the journal and read the notes before adding something else to the journal. ' I know the rules of Peter's revivals. I'm not saying you shouldn't trust me, but I think it's important to note why they picked this place in particular. Peter can revive people from the dead, but he has to be in a very specific range which is the exact length of the cruise ship. If we go off the boat.... it doesn't end well. He's seem to be the way that we remain alive. I can't answer what happens when he dies. If we also die, or if there is something else that has to be considered. I do know that I trust him and I don't trust Dan. The other passenger from earlier, Charles, I'm worried that he is going to do something dumb, he didn't take the news that their was a necromancer on board well and ran off.' She would hand the notebook back to Constance, leaving it open.
Joe looked over at Fiona, Ari and Constance. God, it w as so weird to think that before today, things had been normal. " No, it doesn't mean that at all. It just means that the body wasn't recovered. I don't remember how I died either and I don't know where my body is. Maybe you were very hurt, but if it was a brutal death, Peter's necromancy tries to surpress the memories form making us fall apart or at least I think that. I don't have proof of that."
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Peter Destin, Christopher Fletcher, Michael Ross
Michael looked over at Dan and was happy that he had glanced at his watch. Despite not knowing it fofr certain, he could see the way Dan was acting. Suspicious as all hell. Yes, it wasn't their job to make friends with the people here, but it also wasn't their mission to make them suspicious of every action that they took. That was just as damaging. Of course, someone as simple minded as Dan couldn't possibly understand being more nuanced in what he did and didn't do. There was a reason to be afraid of the necromancer, it was why they had put him here. He was too good at what he did and the truly scary part was that he didn't even realize it. He was oblivious to the fact that he could revive humans from the dead, or at least he acted that way.
Michael hoped that his signals were still getting his attention and not drawing unwanted attention to him. While Peter trusted him a little, he couldn't say the same thing for a person like Jeremy. He was probably suspicious of his every mood. He knew that Dan was a stubborn person who wanted no part in the grand plan, but he was here now and that meant that the rules of the game had changed once again. And honestly, that kind of terrified him more than anything else in the world. He probably planned to leave as soon as the doors opened, but Mike knew that wasn't what the superior wanted. All hands on deck was the exact phrasing.
Michael looked over at Dan and then back at the captain. He seemed to be zoning out at the moment. He did also want to know what was in the fridge and looked in. It seemed stocked with a ton of beer, some junk food, some healthy food and a lot of water.
Peter looked over at the two other men. He wanted to at least trust the FBI agent, but then he had this nagging feeling again that wasn't a smart idea. Actually, it seemed to be an incredibly stupid one. Though, he had to wonder how he knew that it was a bad idea, but the answers didn't seem to come to him. He looked over at the fridge and grabbed some food. God, why did he feel so drained today of all nutrients? He could hold his pets just fine with little problem. It wasn't like the captain had been dead... right? No, that didn't sound right at all.
"Well, we have to bunk for the night. I don't care what you guys do, but I'm going to see if I can relax. We do have to live with each other for a night." Which wasn't possible at the moment-he was wide awake, and had just finished eating enough to feel comfortable. At least he had some headphones in his pocket and a fully charged phone. It had no wifi, but there was always something to listen to. Approaching Peter once the other man was done feeding his pets and eating, he offered the man an earbud. "You want to listen to music, maybe watch a video, play a game, or even listen to a podcast?"
"
I think it might be a smart idea to bunk for the night. If we don't get some rest, it might come back to bite us tomorrow. We got to figure out what is going on this cruise ship and where the other passengers are. Hopefully, we can find a few more people tomorrow," he said, looking over at Jeremy. God, why was it every time that he saw him his heart thumped just a little bit faster. It couldn't be that he was in love with him, he barely knew him. He looked over at him offering him his earbud and he felt like he had done this before and looked over at him. " I wouldn't mind listening to music with you," he awkwardly replied to him.
Peter looked over at his squirrel who seemed very happy by his choice to talk with Jeremy. Just great, even his most fateful friend liked him and the other man together. Which was weird since the squirrel was usually the first to push him away from any romance options. Like he actively remember that the pet had thrown nuts at the first guy and first girl he tried to date. But then again, his squirrel was a good judge of character and both of those people had turned out to be evil sociopaths who believed Peter could revive their dead loves who had been killed by police. He couldn't do that. He pushed that thought far out of his head.
Christopher had lost himself briefly in the moment. He had heard Dan the man ask for a beer, but he had gotten lost in his own thoughts. Why did he feel so attached to Peter? He couldn't explain it, but being close to him made him feel better. That being said, he was extremely hungry and made himself a sandwich out of the food in the fridge. He wasn't sure why, but he felt that he hadn't eaten in a while. He took a bit of his sandwich and then felt bad that he had forgotten to get Dan his beer. He looked over at the man sulking on the couch and went to make him a sandwich from what he remembered he liked.
He took a deep breath and walked over to him. "
Sorry that I didn't bring you the beer sooner. Got a little lost in my own thoughts. I also made you a sandwich. Probably be a good idea to not have too much to drink without something to eat," he said with an awkward smile. It felt good to try to cheer Dan up. He wondered if he was happy he had finally gotten his beer. It probably was that. It wasn't like the man could be thinking of anything else right now.
Chris left the food by Dan and took a moment to lean against the wall.... or well, he would have had he not fallen backwards. Michael looked as confused as the others. He knew these were adjoining rooms, but a secret passageway.... that had never been mentioned. He pulled open the adjoining room for the girls. "
I think we found a way out of these rooms...."
Peter had to wonder how Mike knew it was a adjoining room, but yet the secret passageway. "
Maybe we should all see where this goes," he said, knowing that they weren't going to find answers sitting around.
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Zale Lawerence
BEFORE
Cold. That was the first thing that Zale felt as he woke up at the bottom of the ocean. Extremely fucking cold. He wasn't sure how he had gotten here and he wasn't sure if he wanted to know. Most people who woke on the bottom of the ocean probably angered some powerful people. He wasn't chained to anything, so maybe he hadn't angered someone too powerful or dangerous.
Of course, it was also very powerful that he had just fallen overboard on a ship. It didn't matter though.
He was at the bottom of the ocean and that couldn't be good. He didn't know how long he had been there for and he certainly didn't know how much energy he had, but he knew one thing for certain. He didn't want to drown.
And more importantly, he didn't want to die at the bottom of the ocean.
He started to struggle up, not knowing how far below the water he was and how long he had been there for. God, what if he died of hypothermia before he reached the top of the ocean? What if nobody found him? God, the what ifs terrified him more than anything else. The uncertain nature of everything had him extremely worried, but he couldn't dwell on that fact for too long or he was as good as dead. That much was a fact.
Everything burned though. Each stroke he took towards the surface was more and more painful than the last. He couldn't give up that. If he gave up, he would be as good as dead. Actually, speaking of things, how was he alive? If he had collapsed that far below the sea, how did he make it to a state where he was awake and alive? What if he was already dead and the struggle was pointless? No, he couldn't think like that. He couldn't think that he was dead already because then he certainly would be very dead indeed.
Just keep swimming.
Where was the light?
Why hadn't he reached the surface yet? How far underwater had he been?
Focus. Make it to the surface. Don't overthink it.
He finally broke through the surface, his entire body drenched and cold.
God, he was still in the middle of the ocean. He needed to get to a place where he wasn't at risk of dying. He needed to find a safe place to figure things out as well.
He was pretty sure that his effort was all for naught, until he noticed a giant cruise ship just floating, unmoving in the middle of this fog.
He swam as quickly as he could and looked for the nearest ladder and used it to parkour himself onto the ship deck and landed with a thud.
The first thing that he noticed upon arriving on the ship was that it was empty. Well, if that was terrifying, he wasn't sure what was. He took a deep breath, considering what other options he had to take There weren't many.
It wasn't like he was going to find any other source of shelter in this thick and dark foggy ocean. If he didn't find a place to warm up though, he would certainly die of hypothermia. Of course, it was still surprising that he had made it this far without encountering another single living creature. Maybe if he found a cabin, he would be okay and things wouldn't be getting any worse. He noticed one not too far from him and he tried to pull it open. Locked. Well, that was going to be a problem. He wasn't skilled at picking locks and he knew that if he didn't find a place to get warm or to just be out of this cold air, he was as good as dead. Hell, he should have been dead already and he knew that as well as anyone else. That was the honest truth.
Zale was so low on energy, that he might just collapse on the floor of the cruise ship. However, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a small white mouse. It squeaked and scampered towards an open door. He wasn't sure what was crazier, the fact that he had missed the door when he had looked earlier or the fact that he was putting his fate in a small white mouse to lead him to warmth. God, he was seriously fucked that he was trusting a rodent, but he needed warmth.
As he entered the room, he felt a rush of warm air. It seemed to be a lounge of some sort. He couldn't really make out the details, both from exhaustion and the fact that things were still slightly blurred from keeping his eyes open underwater, not his brightest idea in the world. He walked over to a couch and threw himself onto it. Well, more like, he flung himself forward and missed the couch entirely, landing behind it with a mighty thud.
It was so exhausting and he was so tired that he didn't care where he was. It was warm and he was so ready to be done with everything. If he were to die, at least it would be on a warm cruise ship far away from his family who annoyed him a whole lot.
That was his very last thought before he collapsed of sheer exhaustion, both from the blinding cold of the ocean and the struggle he made to the surface of the water.
NOW
Light hit his eyes as he woke up to the sound of voices. So, this cruise ship wasn't entirely empty. That was at least good news to him. He thought he was going to be on this creepy cruise ship in the middle of the ocean. He noticed that the mouse was literally on top of him. He was happy to know that he hadn't hallucinated the mouse and that the cruise ship was real as well. He bit down on his lower lip and wondered if it was a good idea to reveal himself. It was for a two fold reason.
Reason 1 was that he was technically a stowaway on this ship and hadn't paid or even been invited like the rest of the people. The second reason was a bit more personal. He was known as a famous swimmer that was an Olympic contender back. He was so used to people wanting his autograph and wanting to get to know him. But on the other hand, maybe he had been missing and this was the only time he would be able to find answers. But where the answers worth the risk? He wasn't entirely certain, but he decided it was the best reason to reveal himself. He took a deep breath and parkoured himself over the couch, thankful that the mouse was smart enough to move before he did that as well.
He looked at the others and considered the best approach to talk with them. God, what if he fucked this up or they didn't know who he was after all?
Zale landed with a thud on the floor. When you would turn in his direction, he was immediately recognizable as Zale Lawerence. Though, it was strange to see him on the cruise ship for two very distinctive reason. Reason 1, he had not initially been on the cruise ship and it was kind of hard to forget when a celebrity was on board a cruise. They make sure that you never forget that they are. The second and more concerning reason was that he had been missing for three years and had been declared dead by most people. He had actually gone missing on a cruise ship and nobody had been able to recover the body as well. It was strange to say the least for sure.
Zale awkwardly looked around the room at everyone here. "
Uh-hi, everyone. Sorry if I startled anyone here. I'm Zale Lawerence and well, I was curious if anyone knows what is going on here. I kind of just swam up from the bottom of the ocean and collapsed behind the couch," he gestured behind the couch and looked at the others, before he decided to continue on. " So, uhh…. what are your names and stuff?" He asked, missing them doing their introductions as he had been collapsed behind the couch. He hoped that he hadn't found some dangerous government ship that would try to kill him and he awkwardly looked at the ground as well too.
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An employee looked at the feed from the lounge and then turned to Sapphire Voidstone. " Ms. Voidstone, we have a problem in the lounge. I'll unlock the passage there. Don't kill the swimmer, but this is your best opportunity to join with the group as everyone should arrive there soon."
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