Caelea’s pale eyes widened as Odessa pulled up her robe - was this some kinda weird ass strip show that she’d accidentally agreed to. Nope, she definitely wasn’t blushing, her face normally had that pink tone to it… Her jaw then dropped when the other woman’s skin actually peeled away and revealed what very much was not a human skeleton. She forced the shock from her face as she watched the flowers blooming to cover the space and it was strangely beautiful. But also very weird. At least she wasn’t some orange orb of tentacles, though.
“That’s both incredibly freaky and kind of cool at the same time,” Caelea blinked.
“But yeah, definitely more than just a fern.”She then turned to Penny as she began to naturally take the lead. It made perfect sense for Caelea - just like old times, where Penny had led their group through some rough shit. Caelea would gladly follow her again any day. Really there were few other people she would trust with that (none that weren’t from the support group or whatever they counted as now). So she met Penny’s gaze towards her with a nod of support.
“Ay, ay, Captain,” Caelea gave a mock solute even as her expression was mostly serious and her tone was playful more than it was sarcastic.
“We’ll go get the boats ready.”She then turned to the others in the room and made a shooing motion at them all towards the door.
“Let’s get going and ready to get off this boat before something comes after us. Penny can handle it here waiting for the others.”Then the tiny woman started moving towards the (destroyed) door with more more motions towards it, as if she was trying to block people and force them out. Which was rather amusing considering that fact most of them were way taller and bigger (one especially) and could probably just easily step around her. But the message was still there in her expression - get out, we got shit to do.
She trusted Penny’s orders even when it involved leaving her behind - because she knew Penny could watch out for herself and would easily catch up.
Sweat trickled down Isla’s brow as she shifted in her sleep, kicking off her duvets to feel the sweet coldness of the Scottish winter. A sharp pain as her foot hit something hard jerked her awake. Her dark eyes flew open to a dimly lit, metal ceiling that was very much
not her bedroom. She blinked as she looked around in confusion. Was she in… an engine room? What the actual fuck. Isla forced herself onto her feet, ignoring the slight tinge of pain in her right foot from where she’d kicked a metal pole. She surveyed her surroundings and let out a sigh of relief that there was a fairly obvious exit.
Well, there was only one door.
She stuffed a hand in the pocket of her hoodie and was glad to find her beanie in there just like it had been before she took a nap. She had no clue what was going on but she could figure that out later - for now she had to get out of this room. She pulled her beanie back on her head and it glowed a dark purple as she blinked onto the platform in front of the door. She ignored the slight spinning of her head as she pulled open the door. A set of stairs led up towards yet another door and she sighed, opting to walk up these instead. This second door yanked open to reveal what seemed to be… the lower deck of a cruise ship?
Really she shouldn’t be surprised since she’d woking up in a
fucking engine room. She let out a sigh as a cold breeze hit her, feeling much more like home, before frowning. Now what was she supposed to do? This situation had to be the weirdest she’d ever been in - she’d take her weird teenage vision and power discovery any day over this.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ttention all passengers! This is Captain Penny speaking of the USS Shitshow, coming to you live from Paradise Radio. Could all human-bodied passengers please make their way up to the bridge on Deck B? I repeat, all human-bodied passengers to the bridge on Deck B.”
As if answering her silent plea a voice sounded from the speaker right next to her. Isla frowned at the thought of meeting strangers in such an odd situation, but also was relieved to find that she wasn’t alone. Company was always better!
So she put all other thoughts aside and went to find the bridge. She quickly realised that she was annoyingly far away, finding herself walking through a kitchen then dining room in her aim to find signs to Deck B at the very least. She couldn’t help herself from popping behind the dining room bar and grabbing a bottle of way too fancy beer. She cracked open the bottle and took a swig before continuing on her way. The shops she eventually passed were way too tempting to visit as well… until she realised that they were completely empty. That took away the fun of stealing when there was no risk to think about.
In fact, everything was empty. She tried not to dwell on that.
Instead she continued her hunt for the bridge as she got more creeped out by the sheer emptiness of the place. Nope, this wasn’t her idea of fun. Isla took another long drink of the beer she’d snatched.
“Thiiiiis is your captain speaking. Double time it to the bridge. We’re gearing up to go.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m on it,” Isla muttered to the speaker, halting for a moment to run a hand through her long hair. At this moment she really wished she had some kinda spell that would let her teleport
anywhere. Why did it have to be a cruise ship of all places? How was she meant to know how to navigate something she’d never been on.
She kept going, expression perking up as she heard voices drifting towards her. She must be close! Finally. The voices got louder as she neared what she assumed was the bridge and then there it was - a hole in the fucking door. Well, that sure was something. As she properly approached said hole she noticed that there were a fair few people inside with some of them right in the door and heading out? She couldn’t tell. She frowned as she peered around and caught a glimpse of the inside. Perfect.
Isla blinked past the people blocking her way and right into the bridge room. She gave a slight wave as she let her clear out before glancing around. The first person she noticed was the woman wearing the captain’s hat. At least she’d made herself obvious. Isla instantly honed in on her and started talking.
“You must be Captain Penny, yeah?” she cracked a lazy smile and stuffed one hand into the pocket of her hoodie.
“Somethin’ tells me you ain’t a real captain.” She tilted her head as her smile widened into something more friendly.
“I’m Isla.” “Can’t say this was how I was expecting to spend my time... Though it ain’t the first time something like this has happened. Admittedly the last time I was the one that accidentally teleported myself into some rich ladies mansion. But let me tell you this time…” she paused for dramatic effect, glancing momentarily outside.
“Well, this time I woke up in the bar and I thought I was in Heaven,” Isla held up the beer bottle in her hand. She then made a sweeping gesture with it to the cold, ocean filled outdoors.
“But turns out this ain’t it.”
