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[Llolith Uttu]

"Two souls." There were two people up there, not just one, and it wouldn't be long before more joined them.

"Morning." Llolith continued to make her way over to Altair's left, every eye but the two behind her sunglasses closed to alleviate the brightness from the rising sun. She rested her forearm against the railing of the balcony and peered over to look at the horizon, spectating the dazzling reds and oranges of the sunrise. Then Altair made his comment, and she twisted her neck around to face him. All seven of her closed eyes blinked open - yellow almonds of various shapes - and looked over at him curiously.

"My eyes?" For a moment, Llolith tried to discern whether he was being rude, humorous, or genuine. She was complimented on her eyes from time to time, but sometimes they were more backhanded than genuine. Thankfully, his cheerful voice and the wide grin he spoke with certainly didn't seem ill-intended. Just bold. So, after a moment, she responded in kind with a wide, toothy grin of her own. "I like your eyes too, Altair. Violet suits you."

And it wasn't just a compliment for a compliment either. Purples and blues were exceptionally vibrant to Llolith, and from what she could see over his sunglasses, his were violently violet. "What a cool eye color to have," she thought to herself.

Altair's friend seemed to find the comment funny. Perhaps it was the boldness or the out-of-the-blue-ness of it. "I'm Llolith," she offered as a third joined them - Vahliri. She would wave back as she approached. "I was under the deck most of the time," she would then explain. "The sun was too bright for me."

"Maybe it won't be so bad today though," she added after a moment. With her back now resting against the railing, her eyes faced the thick fog they were headed into. "It's pretty foggy up ahead."

In fact, it was so foggy that even Llolith couldn't really see into the mists. "Do you think it's safe to sail into that?"

tags: @Sreeya @Wodan @Altaris @Phoenix @Wit @Okoju

 

[Soleil Altan]

Typical of easily-distracted Soleil, at some point after getting pushed by whoever it was into the water and extricating himself grumpily with Alia, he'd gotten food and more drinks with her before wandering off again. The restless energy he'd exhibited during the party showed no signs of going away, always keeping himself occupied and doing something.

The next morning he woke up at the bottom of the yacht's saltwater pool, emerging from the surface and finger-combing the hair from his face. Squinting at the foggy weather, he rubbed his temples from a mild rum-induced headache, otherwise feeling pretty damn decent. This meant it was time for a wake-up swim, breakfast, and caf. After a couple of quick laps around the yacht, he came back aboard and found his little bag leaned up against the treasure chest and extricated a tin box of pre-rolled herb cigarettes. Sticking one between his lips which seemed to light itself, he strode off toward where he heard voices.

Sol plopped the open tin of herb supplies on a free table in case someone else wanted, his appearance marked by their smell mixed with sea salt. 'Mornin' He stretched his arms upward, then squinted at the fog. His eyes couldn't see through it worth shit either, but then again, the yacht had sensors 'n whatever.

He shrugged at the fog and turned when Arla mentioned caf. Yes. Sol shot an 'OK' hand sign and followed her to the kitchenette, fragrant smoke trailing from his nostrils as he exhaled. First thing first, he found a red plastic cup, filled it with water, and gulped the whole thing down. Then he started going through the limited mini-pantry. Something that was technically caf was hidden in the back.

Sol held up a small box of "premium" instant caf and presented it to Arla with slightly pursed lips.

@Phoenix @lizziie @otherpartypeople

 

[Alia]

SOUNDTRACK TO A CRASH​

Alia, much like Altair, was enjoying the benefits of a Tiefling physiology, mostly free of the effects of everything she had consumed the previous day and waking up refreshed and ready for whatever the day held. She had never spent the night on cruise ship, and she had heard a great deal about the breakfast buffets that they hosted. Truth be told it just might be what she had been most excited about. So she showered, found some actual clothes to put on, and after going through her morning exercise routine (trying some new thing called yoga she had seen on the Emryc Thorne fitness challenge), and made her way to the buffet hall.

The place was empty, no guests, no servers, and most importantly, no food! That in itself should have set off red flags in her horned head, but she was having such a nice morning that she didn't want to panic, so she instead made her way towards the nearest concierge office, she was probably just on the wrong floor. But that too was empty, and at that point she did begin to panic. She ran back to the map she had referred to find the concierge, and realized that she was actually pretty close to the bridge, which also had a service booth next to it. Moving with hurried steps, she found the booth inoperational, so she decided to peek into the bridge to ask one of the officers, and that was when the panic really kicked in. The bridge, was empty.

The. Bridge. Was. Empty.

The realization hit her like a Hutt riding a rancor, and it was only her training that kept her from running away screaming at the top of her lungs. She entered the bridge, making it all the way to the front, and her eyes were drawn to a blinking button on the main console. "Auto-pilot" was printed in bold letters, and the blinking button was displaying a single word. Offline.

She looked up, just as the fog cleared up a little, and gave her a view of what they were headed towards. An island, a really pretty island. One that she would be happy to spend a weekend on any day. But right now they were headed straight for it, and she realized that even if she knew how to stop the sip, it was much too late to do anything about it. Which was good, because she had no idea how to stop the ship.

She did the only thing she could do, grabbed the big mic in front of her, pressed the PA button below it, and shouted at the top of her lungs as the ship shuddered as it hit something as it neared the shore.

"GUYS!!" Her voice would ring out through the ship, the scream amplified to a painful screech over the speaker system. "WE'RE GONNA CRASH!!!"

The warning came too late, as the yacht made landfall, spectacularly so, and everyone would find themselves being sent crashing forwards as the ship's momentum was killed by the island that didn't much care for getting out of the way. Alia, one hand on the mic, other on the console, and with a moment's warning to prepare herself, wasn't sent crashing through the forward viewport as she was convinced in that moment she was about to be. But she did slam into a screen, her horns cracking it and the cup of water she had been carrying with her and set down on the console spilling everywhere.

She bounced off the console and fell to the floor, as the ship continued ploughing through the sandy beach it had hit, before ultimately tipping on its side a bit, but not tipping all the way as a grove of trees held it in place. For now.

TL;DR of crash: Ship crashed into a beach, started tipping to the side but was stopped by some trees. But might not hold for long.

 

[Darth Tiamat]

Tiamat was in a dead sleep when she had first felt the warm light of the sun. The heat pierced through her eyelids, feeling as though her whole head was roiling like a boiling pot left too long on a burner. She turned her head to get out of the path of the sunlight, but the abrupt movements woke her stomach and Tiamat couldn’t stop herself as she bent over the edge of the bed, and empty the leftover contents of her stomach on the floor next to her. “Kriff….” She couldn’t even overcome the feeling of death and regret with the excitement she had with Altair and Vahl the night before, leaving her extra grumpy as she shuffled around the cabin, finding her bikini bottoms and some vodka, which she used to rinse the bitter aftertaste of bile from her mouth.

Satisfied in finding some extra ship crew uniforms, Tiamat dropped someone’s sunglasses over her eyes and begun her way to the deck of the ship in an oversized white button-down shirt. As she grasped the railing tightly as she begun to feel her stomach turn from the motion sickness, she heard someone yell out over the comms about crashing. Not in the mood for anything that would make her need to think, the woman looked up and then…

It was a different kind of pain, her vision was blurry and it took a moment for her to process how she went from the deck of the boat to into the ferns and palms of the island. She could see the boat head of her, tipping, being barely supported by the trees in front of her. She put her palms down and pushed herself up, only to fall again, feeling pain in her left arm, but not quite understanding why she couldn’t push herself up, so she tried again, just as confused as she fell back down before even standing. The woman raised her arm, looking at the unusual angle of her wrist. Was it broken?

She finally stood up, confused, nauseous, dizzy with a loud ringing in her ears, having hit her head at some point; the pain in her wrist not registering as she looked down at her shirt, trying to finding the burning sensation. Her left side was scraped and scratched as though she were dragged across sandpaper; blood soaked through her shirt and down her side but it didn’t look deep. Tia looked around to see if she saw anyone else as she tried to grasp her thoughts that seemed just as shaken up as she was from the crash.

 

[Nova Trent]

Even though she hated waking up like this she was still in a rather decent mood. The nausea and the dizziness were surely annoying, but they would pass. They always did, especially because it always seemed like her young liver could still deal with the alcohol's toxins rather well.

Her hazel eyes lingered on the attractive blonde hookup who kept stealing glances as well. He didn't look too bad himself, surely hungover but not too bad and it did help that he was apparently not refusing her offer. "Oh I'll help your flesh" she teased playfully, her right hand softly cupping his cheek.

With a mischievous smirk she dived under the blankets with him while she was glad that she didn't have to waste any more energy to rid herself or him of any leftover clothes. They could start right away, even if it seemed like they were both lacking a bit of energy and therefore the efforts were not as enthusiastic and wild as last night.

However what they somehow managed to do in their state was leaving the bed and getting...creative with the stolen pool floatie (again?), but while they were at it Nova suddenly sensed some sort of commotion. How annoying. Why did people always have to destroy such heated moments?

She tried to ignore it, but just a few moments later the yacht seemed to come to a very abrupt halt. They were both suddenly yeeted forwards, their bodies tightly pressed against one another, her legs still wrapped around his waist. She gasped in shock, but was way too slow to react in time and so they both hit the cabin wall behind Caelian, the inflatable not even being of great help.

The crash was painful as her bare shins were roughly hit against the wall, both of their weights pressing against them so that she already knew that this would lead to severe bruises. Additionally, the air was pressed out of lungs, her stomach even more compressed so that the nausea immediately intensified while she stared down at Caelian in horror. "What the kriff?!" she muttered dismayed, hissing from the pain, dearly hoping that her lover-for-the-night-now-morning was alright.


@Xorism

 

[Coffey Curran]

Coffey hadn't slept much that niaght, he never did when he was on the ocean. It reminded him to much of home, not that it was a bad thing. He loved the night sky over the ocean. To him it always looked more beautiful than anywhere else, a beautiful tapestry hanging above the world that was never the same between two planets. He always didn't need much sleep, and his operations in the Assault Corps had taught him that micronaps were always enough to keep him running for hours at a time, so that night he spent almost all of it just staring into the stars.

He noticed that the boat was twisting towards the beach shortly before the others did, ironic seeing as he had no force sensitivity whatsoever, and looked around. He saw no one else aboard. No living soul. The Sith on board probably sensed this and were already out. His mind raced, but the first thing he did was check his holster. Yep, he brought the water proof one.

He ran across the deck and leaped over the railing, clearing all the decks below him. His arms were outstretched, his form like an arrow, as he dived in. There was no style or beauty to this dive other than its simplicity and effectiveness. Pain rushed through his form for a few moments, the force of the fall smacking him like a brick wall, but he would survive. His blaster was still by his hip, he could clean it once he got to shore. Now he just had to swim there.

 

[Arla]

Arla was glad to see Sol had chosen to join her on the way to the kitchenette in search of coffee, though it didn't sound like anyone else wanted any. Their loss. She continued gulping down her water and poured some into Sol's little cup as well as they made it to the kitchenette.

She pawed through some things before he popped up with some instant caf that she wasn't experienced enough in the galaxy to know was probably just awful

So, she started brewing it, getting things together and popping a few painkillers she found in one of the cupboards. Oh, as it turned out she was going to need those a whole lot more than she expected. Away from the main group and inside there was no warning of what was coming and no visual to tell her HEY YOU'RE ABOUT TO CRASH.

There was no bracing, no preparing, and as the ship hit the ground, she went slamming against the counter. Half-made, hot coffee splashed across her left arm, turning her normally pale skin bright red. Her body was thrown against the cupboards and counter, no doubt leaving bruises all along her back and side before she flopped unceremoniously onto the ground.

Uuuuuuuuuuuh.... she groaned as now her headache was the last of her problems. Everything hurt. Her back, her side, her arm, her head, her knee.

What... the kriff... was that, she said, rolling over and trying to push herself back to her feet, seeing if Sol had faired any better in his recovery.

Somebody needs to fire the captain, by the stars, she said. You okay over there Sol? she asked.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Tempest]

Vahliri leaned forward ever-so-slightly, pressing her elbow against the yacht railing as the vessel carved through the foggy waves. Her gaze lingered on Llolith for a moment or two longer, flashing the Acolyte a smile as she went on to introduce herself. “Nice to meet you,” She said, only then turning her attention back to the obscured horizon.

“I’m sure the captain knows what he is doing.” The half-Annfyn said with a small shrug, not giving it much thought beyond that.

The half-Annfyn glanced back over her shoulder, spotting Soleil and Arla arrive on the top deck, flashing a wave only for both to then vanish once more in the search of coffee. As much as it sounded nice right about then, Vahliri had no desire to much move around from where she was lounging - and her eyes instead fixated back onto Altair.

Even at that moment, she couldn’t deny that she had been disappointed that Altair wasn’t laying there beside her when she woke up. She wanted him to be there - more than she ever cared to tell him - and there was a part of her that knew that he wouldn’t be. The half-Annfyn kicked herself for the lingering melancholic thought, and instead focused on the present - not allowing those internal thoughts to surface on her expression. She instead focused on the way that the Tiefling’s tail flicked around happily upon seeing her, and the half-Annfyn’s lips immediately tugged wide and affectionate in response. There was a noticeable swivel of her fluted ears as she looked back at him.

Her gaze lingered, and it meant that she decidedly wasn’t looking over the edge when the warning blared over the yacht’s sound system. The painful screech resonated in her sensitive hearing far louder than was comfortable - immediately causing her fluted ears to flatten - before her gaze snapped back ahead. “Wha–” The half-Annfyn rose up to a stand at the railing, and it was only a split-second later that the vessel came to an abrupt halt.

Her vision flashed as she was thrown overboard, the sensation of weightlessness overwhelming the half-Annfyn before her body just as quickly slammed back towards the ground. An agonized cry of pain escaped from her lips as her left side collided with a moss-covered stone that jutted up from the earth, a painful crack echoing out as she tumbled further to the ground. Her body rolled - bouncing against the cluster of trees that knocked the breath from her lunges, while her skin and clothes were torn bloody as she barreled through razor-bladed ferns and tropical flora. It all happened far too quickly for the normally-agile half-Annfyn to process a graceful landing, and the dreadful ache from the night prior made that all the more unlikely.

Rolling down a small, sloped hill - the half-Annfyn finally came to a halt as her body reached the bottom - crumpling up motionless amongst a few thorny bushes and ferns. Pain surged across the majority of her body, and the warmth of blood trickled across her face and the limbs that still had feeling within them. The agony was most concentrated in her ribs where she had originally made impact, and it was difficult to determine whether they were cracked or broken entirely. There was a notable absence of pain in her left arm - and the awkward angle in which it was bent left no mystery as to why that was the case.

“Fuck..” She muttered quietly, using her good arm to roll herself flat onto her back. Her vision was a miasma of stars - flickering and shifting with each blink of her eyes. Naturally, the half-Annfyn made no attempt to get up from where she was laying - though her gaze immediately began to snap around. She saw the yacht first - suspended just in front of where she had landed, and her eyes wandered the tropical landscape for any signs of Altair first and then the others.

 

[Caelian]

Caelian certainly wasn't one to complain about all the attention the Echani had been receiving and if he were being completely honest, he didn't think he'd be able to walk for like a week after this. He couldn't help but heartily chuckle at her remarks.

Their playful shenanigans moved from the bed, to the table, to the wall, each time vividly serving as a reminder of all the spotty memories from the night before. He didn't fully understand what it was about why she insisted he wear the pool floaty, but he wasn't about to argue with her about it. Caelian was too busy to notice the commotion occurring somewhere above them, although Nova was pulled away momentarily before returning her worried gaze. The moment of impact became immensely surreal as time seized still, the entire world moved, yet they did not.

Objects flew away from the pair in slow motion, their double cabin window shattered as a loud bellowing destructive sound erupted from far below them as the ship ran aground, the first indication that something had gone awry. The ominous sound of rushing water would soon replace the former, gradually getting louder.

Bang. Crack.

Caelian fell to the ground against the wall of the cabin, still somewhat clinging to Nova. The Echani struck the wall violently, taking the majority of the impact and subsequent damage, before they fell down together. Whether it was fortune or foresight, the inflatable device had provided some semblance of cushion for the hit, but it just wouldn't be enough.

His vision began waning as a small amount of blood begun to poor from the back of his head, a concussion formed and was quickly robbing him of his conciousness. Caelian looked down in shock to see his left leg twisted from the fall, unsure of the damage but nonetheless a terrible sight to behold.

He could only manage a frightened look back at Nova for a second before the lights went out.

 

[Nova Trent]

While she was completely amused before, she nausea and the dizziness almost forgotten as he did quite a good job in distracting her in a few creative ways, it suddenly all came back with that terrible crash. The whole yacht rumbled and the sudden halt had not only thrown her off balance, but of course Caelian was the one who got hurt much worse.

When they were both yeeted against the wall, her eyes widened in shock and she had literally no idea what the hell had just happened. Her legs were roughly crashing against the hard wall, Caelian's weight pressing against them, but he was definitely the one absorbing the brute force of their impact.

The air still escaped her lungs explosively, her eyes widening in horror. The nausea was immediately back and so was the dizziness. It literally took her a few moments to process everything that was happening.

Her vision went completely black for a whole moment while she didn't move at all. Then she suddenly broke out of her slightly paralyzed, completely startled and dazed state as they came crashing down on the floor.

The floatie was more annoying than helpful, yet she was hoping it would soften the impact, but as she saw the look on his face, she doubted that strongly. "Caelian!" she gasped in shock, her own pain forgotten for a second until he lost consciousness.

She immediately climbed down, now slightly hissing at her own pain while she had no idea what to do with him now. Whatever happened with the yacht, she was sure that it was nothing good. And the same applied to the unconscious champion on the floor. "Fuck...fuck...fuck", she muttered aghast as she saw the blood running down.

She immediately looked around, trying to fetch any sorts of clothes since she was sure that they had hit some sort of land and they probably had to evacuate the cabin immediately. This was exactly one of those situations Nova hated...First it had all been fun and now she was close to vomiting and this was why panic set in.

Should she call for somehow? Oh damn no. This would only be extremely embarrassing and the others were probably also caught in hangovers...Leave him here? Oof no. It would be the easiest, but the Echani had been rather nice, so this was definitely not an option.

Her legs hurt and her head buzzed, yet she hastily slipped into a light, green sundress she found in the drawer nearby. It was slighlty to big and she wondered who owned if but soon figured that she didn't even give a damn. She immediately searched through the next drawer, but couldn't find anything than a big towel, so she knew she had no other option than to wrap his lower half into it before moving around him to drag his almost lifeless body out of the cabin.

Without that crash, there was no doubt that whatever she was doing here would look super suspicious. Lucky for her, she was probably not the only one that was affected by that. "You...owe me something...big time" she growled as she managed to drag him across the corridor.

She stopped, inhaling sharply, hoping to gather enough concentration to have the Force support her, but she couldn't rely on that calling right now. Her own pain and dizziness was too bad and she was still close to throwing up, especially now that the was forced to do something that exhausting.

Slowly but steady she pulled him into the outside, groaning loudly while hoping to stumble upon any other ex party goer who might possibly help her dragging Caelian into safety, but as soon as her gaze landed on that island before them she gasped again. "Oh you've got to be kidding me" she scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief as this now looked like the beginning of a bad holovid...


@Xorism @thenowstrandedexpartycrew

 

[Altair Din]

Altair was surprised when Llolith complimented his eyes. He decided she was a cool chick right then, a lopsided grin gracing his face as he raised his bottle of brew in cheers. He followed her line of sight - lines of sights? - towards the fog. He grimaced a bit as he rose from his seat. She was right - it looked shady to be beelining right for it. A glance down showed that the bottom half of the yacht and the ocean wasn’t even visible. It was just thick fog.

“I think-”

He barely heard Alia’s voice in the distance before a tremendous crash erupted that jolted everyone in different directions. The tiefling was thrown from the balcony and into the fog. Thankfully he was entirely sober and managed to quickly channel the Force to cushion the fall a bit. However, he still crashed into the side of a mountain and tumbled the rest of the way down. Altair landed with a thud and groaned - surprised to be on solid ground instead of water.

The tiefling felt sore all over but nothing was broken. He slowly rose to his feet, his body bruised and with minor cuts all over his skin. Altair looked around himself, spotting silhouettes and outlines of trees. He coughed and stumbled away from where he landed, squinting as he finally came out of the fog. He frantically looked around himself, not spotting anyone in his immediate vicinity.

“Is everyone okay?!” Altair shouted out. He thought of how Vahliri had been near the railing.

“VAHL!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, leaping over boulders and past trees. He almost slipped a few times but he didn’t care, “VAHLIRI!” He called out again, frantically looking for her.

@Altaris

 

[Darth Tempest]

Moments passed, and Vahliri made no immediate attempt to get up from where she was laying - allowing the pain and dizziness to wash over her entire body in waves. The agony was most pronounced on the left side of her body - where her entire frame had collided with the rocks - and she already knew that bones were broken. Things would’ve been much, much worse.. But they certainly weren’t looking good at that present moment.

Even as she laid there, Vahliri allowed her amber gaze to snap around the terrain - almond-shaped eyes squinting to pick out the dark silhouettes amongst the fog. She could make out the slender trunks of palms and lush ferns, and so far not a single one of her comrades from the yacht. It was no mystery who she was looking for first of all - fear and panic beginning to take hold the longer she went without being able seeing Altair amongst the wreckage. “Altair!” She called out, reluctantly rolling up onto her right arm to prop herself out of the dirt.

Her breath came with shallow huffs, and it was at that moment that Vahliri realized just how much harder it seemed to fill her lungs to their full capacity - and how each breath caused her ribs to seize with pain.

The half-Annfyn’s fluted ears flicked and twitched at every faint noise - deliberately focusing upon picking up voices from the crash-site. She could hear things better than almost everyone - except for herself Arla - there, and her attention immediately snapped in the direction of the Tiefling’s familiar voice as it called out her name. Relief flashed across her bronzed features, and the half-Annfyn shakily - and likely foolishly - pushed herself up from the ground without a second thought. “ALTAIR!” She called back hoarsely through the fog, her gaze snapping around frantically before she started moving in the general direction of his voice.

For just that moment, she was unconcerned with the Yacht suspended or anyone else within the crash-site - each step carrying her towards him alone. Of course it only lasted a step or two, as she immediately felt molten agony spike up her left leg within the first few steps - bringing a wobbling to her gait and causing the half-Annfyn to brace herself against a nearby palm. Her teeth bared and gritted against the pain, and she made no attempt to hobble forward just yet once more - her body slumping a low against the flora.

“I’m here!” She called out once more between a groan of pain, attempting to make herself more obvious in direction to the Tiefling. She had no idea if he was injured or if the others had survived the crash, and in that moment the thoughts were far too jumbled in her mind to make sense of. She just needed to find him.

@Sreeya

 

[Llolith Uttu]

Llolith's many eyes met Vahliri's and held them while the two exchanged pleasantries. They lingered on the half-Annfyn for a bit, even after she figured aloud that the captain had things under control, and glanced away. It was only once the half-Annfyn began absent-mindedly gazing at the lounging tiefling that Llolith turned her attention elsewhere. The acolyte instead watched as the group headedoff to find "caf" - which she assumed was short for caffeine - disappeared down the stairs.

A new song began playing through Llolith's one earbud, prompting her to glance down at her NalPhone to peep the name. Before her eyes could read the name off the screen though, the yacht came to a sudden, unceremonious halt.

The girl was thrown from the ship in an instant, flailing through the air and eventually crashing into the ground. Unfortunately for her, Llolith didn't land on a soft, sandy beach. She crashed shoulder first into rocky dirt that left a nasty laceration across her left shoulder blade and immediately began to tumble and roll downhill. Her arms and legs were forced against all sorts of unfriendly material, from the rocky soil to the razer-sharp leaves and thistles of plants she crashed through. Llolith was unable to do anything to stop herself. The most she could do was slam her palms into her head in the hopes of protecting her face.

Llolith continued to roll and tumble until she didn't.

There was a terrible sound, and the acolyte responded by screaming out in pain. She'd slid over the side of a small drop, then promptly fallen down and impaled her leg on a particularly pointy branch.

"FUCK!"

Already feeling a bit light-headed, Llolith let her hands down from her face and glanced over where she knew her leg would be. The branch was no bigger than a quarter in diameter, but it was very clearly going in one side of her leg and out the other. "Fuck..."

It was the only thing she could focus on right now. Shock at set it, sparing Llolith from the brunt of the pain for the moment. She had a one-track mind at that moment; get her leg free of that damn branch. "Lightsaber? Vibroblade?" Nothing. The spider girl reached out to grab the offending branch and weakly yanked on it to try and break it.

"Aaagh!" The movement only shot more pain up her leg and stars began to cloud her vision. Defeated, Llolith carefully deflated onto the ground to wait for help that might or might not come. Her NalPhone had somehow survived the wreck and was laying just out of reach. Her earbuds had been yanked out though, so its music was playing in the foggy forest air, muffled by whatever foliage it had landed in.

♪ I think I need help (help!) ♪ / ♪ So what if I'm na na na not okay? ♪ / ♪ I'm na na na not okay! ♪

It got a chuckle out of a delirious Llolith, at least.

 

[Altair Din]

It took a moment, but Altair finally spotted Vahliri (@Altaris). From the looks of her arm, she certainly didn’t look good. The tiefling quickly began to rush towards her, preparing to jump down to her level when he heard another cry of agony. He looked over to spot Llolith and the branch through her leg. Altair gritted his teeth and looked back at Vahliri, “Stay down, Vahl! Don’t walk! I’m coming to you just hold on!” He shouted at her before he frantically began to look around for herbs and plants. If there was one positive to Papa Din always taking the kids out for outdoor adventures none of them wanted to go on, it was that they had all become well versed in survival and first aid.

Within moments, the tiefling had a few herbs and plants in his grip. While not ideal, it was better than nothing. Altair jumped down first where Llolith (@lizziie ) was and crouched down next to her, “Stay with me,” He said, “How many horns I got? Tell me about life with all them eyes. How can I tell if you’re winkin’ at me, huh?” Altair said with a smile as he looked down at her leg, quickly inspecting the wound. From the looks of it, it didn’t go through any major arteries but he knew removing it wasn’t the best idea just yet. Altair exhaled and took off his shirt, tearing off a sizable portion of it.

“Tell me about the planet you’re from,” He said, vehemently working to keep her talking and distracted. He applied some of the herbs he had mashed up, but stopping the bleeding would be a priority. He rapidly tightened his shirt around her leg to tie a very firm tourniquet, knowing it would cause agonizing pain. He also propped her leg up to elevate it. The branch remained there for now, “I’m gonna try and get some supplies from the yacht before we take the branch out. Just wait here, okay?”

Altair jumped to his feet and turned towards the yacht. To his horror, it was already toppled over and rapidly descending into the depths. Along with food and medical supplies.

 

[Soleil Altan]

Sol winced at the sudden, screeching announcement of the impending crash. The next second the entire ship shook and groaned, sending him careening across the kitchenette. He struck the mini-counter, rolled across it, slammed into the pantry, and landed in an awkwardly-bent heap on the floor. Stray odds and ends bounced off his raised arms. A kitchen knife slid off the counter and he twitched, the blade landing point-down inches from his shoulder.

Eyeing the knife warily and groaning quietly he hucked a can of baked beans off him with obvious frustration, covered in new aches, forming bruises, a few cuts, and a worsened headache. Shaking his half-numb arm from where his elbow hit something, he found the ship felt like it was listing to one side. A hand popped up and helped pull him up over the counter as Arla (@Phoenix) said his name before flashing her a grumpy 'OK' sign, then pointed to her bright red arm with raised eyebrows.

Sol's head tilted, taking in new sounds and sensations. The groaning ship hull beneath his feet, splintering wood, grinding sand and stone, screams of shock and pain. Out the kitchenette window was clearly foggy land rather than the ocean. He winced as if in sudden pain, sharply turning to Arla and guiding her onto the deck. 'Off the boat!' he sent her, padding quickly across the slightly tilted floor to head out onto the deck. Sol would help Arla keep balance on the way to the beachside railing so she could escape the crashed yacht.

The half-Wrean smelled the copper and iron of fresh blood as he looked around, nostrils flaring and pupils dilating slightly. He heard the cry of voices on and off the ship and saw the trees off one side that were struggling to hold it up. 'OFF THE BOAT!' he shouted telepathically through his headache. Breaking into a run and leaping a deck up, Sol grabbed a basic medkit from the wall and launched the red-and-white plastic box onto the beach away from the boat. 'FIND OTHERS!'

Those on the beach would see a few other useful things and a passed-out, towel-wrapped acolyte chucked off the yacht onto the sand as the trees holding the ship began to crack and fail. His head turned to see Nova (@LadyRen) dragging Caelian (@Xorism) along onto the ever-tilting deck. Sol rushed over, the Force surging through him as he lifted his hands. 'Hold tight!' he told Nova, telekinetically lifting them both up and over toward the sandy beach.

As Sol turned to find others the trees fully broke and the yacht quickly toppled. Slipping and sliding uncontrollably across the deck and crashing through a plastic table he scrabbed madly for purchase. As he smashed into the railing with a shock of pain and the air forced gaspingly from his lung, Soleil wrapped his arms around the metal rails and tried to be brave as he sank with the ship into the sea.

 

[Darth Tiamat]

Tiamat stumbled few steps as she heard yelling, there were others on board, she remembered that, but when this all occurred, did it just happen? She turned her head to look around, it took a moment for everything to catch up with her vision, a delay in where she was looking despite having her head turned further. However, the quick turn of her head was too much for her stomach as she vomited, she heard loud creaking from the ship but was more shock by the red that tinted her stomach contents. Despite knowing what it was, the words couldn't come to her lips as she pushed some sand over it.

No one needed to see it anyways...

Tia shut her eyes tightly, only opening them as she heard more yelling as the boat begun to sink. The roaring of the rushing water, the high pitched creaking invited another round of vomiting from the woman as she pushed more sand over it. She closed her eyes and tried to focus, on what she was not clear, but she did wish out of anything for Emryc to show up with Ship.

Her gaze settled on the ship that was sinking, she could barely hold out her own palm to help Sol and the others come to safety. She watched as he set down Arla (@Phoenix) on the sand and Tia's face scrunched up in confusion as she limped over to her, "Renfry, I didn't know you were here..." she smirked, "Do you have a comm, we need an extraction team."

 

[Alexios De'jaal]

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The acolyte had made his way to the bar, humming to himself as he walked with a pep in his step. If anyone else from his homeworld was close by, they might recognize that the song he was humming was a funerary hymn, though keyed up so as to sound a lot more upbeat. Glancing around, he slowly began to trail off, recognizing the absence of the man who he was supposed to perform. "Seems our lord is busy." The Brentaalan hummed. "With what, I don't know." He said, almost feeling a pang of jealousy, as insane as it was. What fun could the old man be having that could top what he could do?!

He didn't have long to concern himself however-- no, he was soon joined by a familiar, increasingly handsome looking face. Whether that was from the alcohol or from how long he had gotten to look at the older boy, Alex's blood would begin to warm at the mere sight of him.

"Seems so~" The boy reiterated in that sing song tone, a smirk on his lips as he leaned against the railing, bare figure still on display as the sun beat down on Bronze skin. "A shame-- I was looking forward to putting on a performance." He went on, eyeing up the Anfynn from head to toe. He glanced over at the hottub, realizing that even the split faced girl (@LadyRen) had taken her leave. "We seem to be the only players left-- seems we need to finish the game."

Theme​

A light push of the force wound send the Anfynn stumbling back into a deck chair, and a giggle would escape the boy's lips as he walked over. The music had changed to a song he'd never heard before, but he soon found the beat. He swung a leg over the deck chair, and his performance began. His hips swayed from side to side and back and forth, a rhythm that his upper body matched, his thin physique swaying from side to side. One hand ran through his hair, black curls still soaking wet, while the other was placed on the boy's chest to steady himself as he moved, fingers pulling and raking just as his hips swayed.

He was close-- dangerously close. His backside faced the Anfynn and his bare rear hovered barely a centimeter over the boy's swimsuit. In truth, Alex had never provided a lapdance before, so he was drawing on more intimate experiences for his performance. It was why he never once broke eye contact with the other boy, the expression on his face shifting from playful and mischievous to hungry. He wore a grin for most of it, occasionally biting his lip when he twisted his hips in a particular fashion.

When it was all said and done the acolyte slowly stood up, not turning back, but simply walking over to the liquor table, and grabbing two glasses, filling them with the vintage he had brought. He didn't call for Caer, nor did he turn back to toss him a wink or a wave. He simply made his way to an empty bedroom, knowing that the Anfynn would join him.

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The vintage was as sweet as Alex had promised, and the company he'd offered more so. The night had been long and exhausting for the both of them, so they didn't wake with the rising of the sun like the others. They wouldn't have bled through anyways, as the Brentaalan had gone out of his way to close the blinds. They had been laying together, wrapped in each other's embrace, when the entire ship rocked back and forth, the noise immediately awakening the human boy as he sat up.

"What... what in Sol..." He muttered, rubbing his eyes and swinging his legs over the side of the bed-- and stumbling, his legs jelly as he hit the floor with a thud. "Kriff!..." The boy exclaimed, groaning as he slowly sat himself up. "Where the kark is my swimsuit..." he muttered, feeling around on the floor. Barely any light bled through the windows, so practically crawling along the floor, Alex made his way to a light switch, feeling along the walls until the room was bathed in light.

"GAH!" He cried, shielding his eyes. It took a few seconds before his eyes adjusted, his head dizzy all the same, and his stomach queezy. "Ahshit..." He muttered, fumbling for the handle, recognizing what was about to happen. Swinging the door open, Alex crawled over to the railing, pulling himself up, and beginning to heave over the side. Despite his diminutive figure, the young noble managed to vomit out a considerable amount of liquid. He was leaning heavily over the side when he tried pulling back, and wound up stumbling forward-- and overboard.

The seawater hit him like a speeder hit a duracrete wall, and the drunken stupor he was in was driven from his body-- replaced with panicked awareness. "AAAAAAH!" He yelled, flailing in the water. He hadn't been ready to swim, and he was panicked, to say the least.

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@LouJoVi

 

[Nova Trent]

Nova's head was buzzing and she was getting close to throwing up, yet she carried own, more panic setting it with each and every step she took. She was usually not the type to run around and save people, but here she was.

She dragged the unconscious Echani further, but after a few more steps she collapsed, the alcohol simply affecting her way very negatively. "Fuck" she let out a frustrated growl while she landed on her backside, the unconscious Caelian's head on her lap.

She was about to fully lose her temper, but suddenly Soleil's voice echoed through her head, telepatically shouting over her headache. She glanced around, her hands still under the Echani's lifeless body. "Oh Sol...I can't believe you found us" she let out a huge breath of relief while she tried to get up, before she got back to her feet, she suddenly found herself levitating. (@Mr. Teatime)

The telekinetic lift did definitely not help with the nausea, but at least they soon found themselves on the sand. However once she had touched the land, it was simply too much to take in. They were...somehow stranded on an islander seemingly in the middle of nowhere and once this sensation hit her, she could no longer swallow down the queasiness.

She slipped out from under Caelian and staggered towards the nearest bush before her stomach decided to empty itself. It did help at least, but once she was done she staggered back to the shore to wash her face and flush out her mouth, she realized that not everyone had made it off the boat.

Caelian was still laying in the sand, so it seemed like he was fine for now, but Nova did see both @Soleil Altan and @Alexios De'jaal clinging to the railing while they were swallowed by the water as the yacht began sinking faster. "SHIT....shit shit shit...nooooo". She was feeling way too bad herself and she had never been the most caring person, yet seeing her loyal friends sink like this hit her hard. "Guys! Help!" she shouted to the rest of the group while she waded into the seawater, not quite sure whether she could even manage to pull anyone out in her terrible state, but she figured she would try at least.

@Xorism @Tom @all

 

[Llolith Uttu]

She continued to lay on the rocky soil, her body twisted around so even though she was on her back she was lying on one of her hips. It would be an uncomfortable position in any other case, but considering there was a stick shoved straight through her calf, it was far from the first thing on Llolith's list of issues at that moment.

The pain was ever-present, and yet, distant like the sound of waves crashing against the shore. She could hear voices yelling out - one feminine, one masculine - and it took a few moments before Llolith realized how close they sounded. By the time that happened, someone was crouching down next to her. "Altair?"

So many questions. "Four?" She really didn't want to crane her neck up to look at him, but the acolyte definitely remembered him having four. "Oh, it's great. The more the merrier," she answered, followed by a weak chuckle at his wink comment that caused her to wince immediately after. Her leg wasn't the only thing injured, though definitely the worst. Llolith almost groaned thinking about how extensive the bruising on her body was going to be in a day or two.

"Talk about home." "It's this wild, backwater planet. Not crazy wild, but literally wild. It's-" Llolith paused to grit her teeth as Altair tightened some cloth around her leg. "My village had maybe fifty of us. When I was young, I would help my mother weave while the hunting parties went out." Baskets, blankets, fences - she learned a lot with her hands in her formative years.

She felt weird talking about her home, but honestly, Llolith was more than happy to latch on to any distraction given to her. Altair said something about heading back to the boat for supplies, but she just made a nondescription grunt in response. "I wonder what they're up to right now?" she wondered, thinking back to the parents she'd been forced to leave behind.

After getting a feeling Altair hadn't left (she hadn't heard his footsteps as he walked off), Llolith grit her teeth, then propped herself up on a scrapped-up elbow and looked out toward the tiefling. She couldn't see the sinking yacht from her position on the ground.

"...everything good?" She had a bad feeling.

tags: @Altaris @Sreeya

 

[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

Cerllion had gone to the bar in search of something that could take the terrible taste of the wine that he brought out of his mouth. Even after he drank two glasses, the Annfyn thought that he could still feel it. He wondered how Caelian was feeling right now. If he only tasted a small bit of it and was still feeling the taste, the Champion was probably worse. The Acolyte even felt a bit bad for having made the other Sith drink the entire bottle.

In the end, the Annfyn picked an entire bottle of liquor and walked back to the pool. Without any of the other Sith in sight, Caerllion thought that all of them probably went to have fun somewhere else. Seeing how some of them were going to the bedrooms, they would be out during the entire night.

When he arrived at the pool, Caerllion heard Alex's voice. The Annfyn turned to look at the human with a bright smile. “It’s really a shame, but I’m still here! I would love to continue playing with you.” he admired the Brentaalan’s body, showing his interest in what the other was going to do.

To his surprise, he felt Alex use the Force and make him fall seated in a chair. While Alex took position in front of him, Caerllion drank some more of the liquor, before placing the bottle on the floor. He wanted no distraction to see what was going to happen.

During the entire lap dance, Caerllion’s eyes didn’t left Alex’s body. He followed each of the movements that the Brentaalan made, feeling tempted to run his hands through the nice skin. However, he knew that it wasn’t proper for a noble to do such a thing in public. He could be half-drunk, but his mind was still clear enough to understand that.

The Annfyn felt a bit disappointed when the dance came to an end and wanted to see an encore. However, when he saw Alex grab two glasses and walk toward the bedrooms, Caerllion understood perfectly what that meant. Without thinking twice, he followed the Brentaalan, smiling as if he had won the entire game.

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The night was wonderful. The vintage was really delicious, but it was Alex’s company that made it amazing. In the end, the two were so tired that they didn’t even wake up when the sun rose, like the others. Caerllion was certain that, if it wasn’t for the loud sound resulting from the yacht colliding against something, he would have slept the entire day.

Like Alex, Caerllion also woke up in panic, more because he heard the Brentaalan’s screams. “What happened?” he said, in time to see the other Acolyte turning the light on. He closed his eyes, the illumination only making the headache that he was feeling worse.

When the Brentaalan left the room in panic, the Annfyn went after him. The yacht was shaking under his feet, but luckily he was able to maintain his balance by grabbing in the nightstand.

After he left the bedroom, Caerllion followed Alex toward the railing, arriving in time to see the other Acolyte falling off the ship. It was obvious now that the yacht was sinking and if the Brentaalan’s screams meant something, he was going to drown there. Nova's screams also made it very clear. Ignoring the fact that he was suffering of a headache, the Annfyn jumped in the water.

His dive wasn’t the most graceful, but at least he didn’t end up hitting his head in something. Next to him, Alex was still flailing like a sick fish. “You don’t need to be in panic anymore, I got you.” he said to the Brentaalan, while moving his arms to give the other boy some support. "Can you swim with me? We need to reach the beach." if the other calmed down, Caerllion would guide him toward the nearby shore, where the rest of the party goers were reuniting.

@Tom